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CHAPTERTHIRTY-THREE
THE WAY LUCA was staring at him with a mixture of shock and gratitude made something inside Dom’s chest twist uncomfortably.
He didn’t like it.
“Don’t think it means anything,” he said gruffly.Like that I won’t still kill you.Though if he were honest with himself, the thought of getting rid of Luca no longer felt right. Not that he had feelings for the kid or anything, but maybe this wasn’t the person he should be taking his revenge out on. Nothing more than that. Really.
“Don’t worry,” Luca said. “I won’t tell anyone you did something nice.”
Dom snorted and got to his feet. “Nice. Right.”
He felt Luca’s eyes follow him as he took one of the packaged meals out of the refrigerator for himself. Then he heard Luca coming to join him, grabbed another meal, and tossed it on the counter.
“Chicken cordon bleu,” he said before Luca could ask.
“Seriously?”
“What? Not to your liking?”
“Uh, no. The opposite, actually. Who eats like this every day?”
“I do.” Dom flicked on the oven then moved back to the fridge. “What do you want to drink?”
“I think I’ll stick with water,” Luca said as he moved onto one of the stools, and Dom grabbed out a bottle of the sparkling shit Chef was obsessive about. He slid it across the counter and eyed Luca closely as he picked up the bottle and took a long swallow. Luca’s full lips were still swollen from their encounter back in his room, and Dom noticed an angry red welt where Luca’s shirt had slipped to one side.
Marked. That’s what he was. But even as Dom’s cock stiffened at the reminder, he heard himself say, “You need to cover that shit up.”
Luca placed the bottle back on the counter and looked at the spot on his shoulder. “I thought it was,” he said as he shrugged the shirt back up over the teeth marks. “But if you’re so worried about it, bite me somewhere no one will see next time.”
“Who said there’ll be a next time?”
“Are you saying there won’t be?”
Dom sure as fuck should be. But his dick was hellbent on calling him out for the liar he was. “Just cover it up.”
“Okay,” Luca said, putting his palms up. “But anyone who stands near me is going to know something’s up. I smell just like you.”
“Fuckin’ hell. Do you ever stop talking?” Dom was about two seconds away from shutting Luca up in the most carnal way possible when the ovendinged,stopping him.
He clenched his teeth and tore the lids off their meals, then shoved the containers into the oven with a slam of the door.
“Listen to me,veryclosely. What we did up there—”
“Had sex.”
“—stays up there. There is no room for it anywhere outside of that bedroom. So don’t mistake the fact that I liked shoving my cock up your ass as some sort of declaration of love or some bullshit.”
Luca cocked his head to the side. “But youdidlike it.”
Dom cursed and shook his head as he pushed away from the counter. He needed to get away from this kid right now. It seemed that Dom’s moment of weakness had given Luca some strange sense of comfort, and this newfound ballsiness he was exuding was hot.
Pissed off at himself and his lack of willpower, Dom stormed back into the living room. The last thing he needed to feel toward Luca was sympathy. Hell, he shouldn’t be feeling anything at all. Luca was a fucking Fiore. But somewhere between being locked in this penthouse and getting him naked, Dom had conveniently pushed that aside in pursuit of satisfying his lust. Not to mention he’d had a fair amount of frustration and irritation riding him over being sidelined in the first place.
Taking Luca had been a way to gain some sort of control over the situation, and making him come until he almost passed out on the floor had been an arrogant stroke to Dom’s ego.
But now he was caught between a rock and a hard place. The hard place being his overeager cock.
Dom stopped by a window overlooking Times Square and wondered how many more days he’d be trapped up here in a prison of his father’s making. These last couple had felt like an eternity, and with this added temptation, the long, monotonous hours were going to be excruciating.
