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“I was supposed to kill you,” he whispers, his breath hot on my skin. “My father wanted me to slit your throat and leave you on your father’s doorstep as payment for what he did to our lab and what you did to him in the restaurant.”
Suddenly, I’m cold. My arms and legs feel weak and wobbly, and it is all I can do to stand up. “Kill me?”
Luka nods slowly. “My proposal saved your life. So, again: you’re welcome.”
I study his face, trying to find answers to the questions bouncing around in my head. Why would he save me? Why would Luka go against his father’s wishes and propose to me? Especially when he clearly had no problem killing other people? Cal Higgs and Samuel flash across my mind. What made me different?
“Why?” I ask, managing to give voice to the root of my questions. “Why me?”
He takes a step back and runs a hand through his hair. His jaw clenches, but he doesn’t move to answer the question.
“Why me?” I ask, growing bold. I step forward and poke a finger into his chest. “You have no problem killing everyone else your father tells you to. You’ve been a good little soldier up until now, doing whatever your father wants you to. Why was the order to kill me any different?”
There is a wild fury in his eyes, the green looking more yellow than anything else, but he just stares down at me, lips pressed together, hands shaking at his sides.
“What made Ivan’s attack dog stand down?” I know I’m antagonizing him, but I’ve had too much to drink to care. I need answers.
Luka grabs my finger and shoves it away, throwing my arm down to my side. “Don’t act like you don’t listen to whatever your daddy tells you to do. You aren’t different than me. Your father doesn’t even care about you, and you’re still here.”
I let out a harsh laugh. He doesn’t know anything about my father or me or our relationship. Luka thinks he knows everything, but he doesn’t know the half of it. “Are you the expert on healthy relationships now? Your new wife has a tracking bracelet on her arm. I can only imagine what a therapist would have to say about those control issues. Don’t pretend to know me, Luka. You don’t know why I’m here or what I’ve done. You don’t know anything.”
“Neither do you!” he roars back, stepping forward so our chests are pressed together, so I can feel his body brushing against mine with every wild inhale. “You talk a lot and it makes you seem brave, but you are a coward, Eve. You are afraid of everything. It is why you keep pushing me away. You think I don’t realize how much you want me? You think I don’t notice the way you bend your body towards me whenever we’re close?”
I straighten my back, my cheeks flushing from the truth of his words.
“You want me, and you’re afraid to admit it,” he continues, his face lowering down to mine until his green eyes are staring straight into mine.
“You’re a murderer,” I growl. I don’t deny his allegations or defend myself. I just try to remind myself why I hate him. Why I’m supposed to be angry with him. Why I’m not supposed to want this.
His eyebrow quirks up in either surprise or amusement—maybe both. “And you are a murderer’s wife.”
I move to slam my hand into his chest and turn away, but just as I make contact with his hard body, his hand wraps around my wrist, the other one grabs my bicep, and he pulls me towards him. His lips are on mine before I can even yelp in surprise. His mouth slants across my lips, and I try to resist. I put up a fight like I’m going to hold him off, but in the next breath, my arms are around his neck, and my body is curling into his.
Luka was right. No matter how much I deny it, my body wants him. My hips circle into his, my fingers curl in the hair at the base of his neck, and my mouth parts, tongue slipping between his soft lips and exploring the cinnamon taste of him. My body betrays me, but it feels too good to care.
His hands are demanding, tugging at the fabric of my robe, gripping my body to him so hard I think I might break. He works lines down my spine and across my ribs. His palms cup my breasts through the fabric of my robe and my slip, and we stumble backwards towards the island. The marble cuts into my back, but it is a small price to pay for the heat of him blazing into me.
My shaky fingers find the buttons of his shirt and start undoing them one by one. Luka rips the silk tie of the robe out of the loops, throws it to the floor. and slips his hands under the flaps. He bends slightly to start at my knee and massage his way up my thigh, beneath the hem of my slip, and over the lace side panels of my panties to my hips. I feel fragile in his hands, and even more so when he lifts me with minimal effort and plops me on the edge of the island. I open my legs immediately, welcoming him between them, and he fits perfectly. I hook my ankles behind his lower back, drawing him even closer to me until I can feel his excitement against my thigh. I roll my body over him, and he groans.
Our mouths are sloppy, sliding over one another too fast, too wet, too hungry, but it feels good. I suck his top lip into my mouth and bite his lower, nibbling at him as if I want to actually consume him. Luka slides his hands up my sides, following the curve of my hips up to my waist and higher until his thumbs brush across the undersides of my breasts. I don’t have a bra on, so his palms roll over the peaked skin of my nipple, sending shocks of electricity through me. I jolt with each roll of his palms and tip my head back, a low moan slipping from my lips.
Luka’s lips find my throat, licking and sucking the skin from my ear to my collarbone and back again like he is trying to claim every inch. I hook my ankles tighter around him and lean back until I can feel his length against me. He freezes as I work my body up and back down him, a primal growl rumbling in his chest.
His fingers trail down my ribs and over the dip of my stomach until his thumb hooks under the delicate material of my panties. He pulls away from me just enough for his thumb to slip between us, drawing intimate circles over my most sensitive area. I cry out with the first swipe and grow more delirious with each circle that follows. My body feels liquid, and the only reason I’m able to keep from melting off the island is because I’m wrapped around Luka so thoroughly. But I need more of him. More of his skin. As his thumb works my body into a flame, I undo the last few buttons and push his sleeves from his shoulders.
He is more beautiful than I imagined. His body is tanned and broad, his chest rippling with muscles. I want to lick every inch of him, memorizing him like a topography map so I can know every crest and valley of his body. Before I can, however, Luka grabs my arms from around his neck, swipes an arm behind me to clear the island, sending expensive bottles of liquor crashing to the floor, and pushes me back on the cold marble. The countertop is a biting cold against my flushed skin, but then Luka is lifting up my slip and pulling down my panties, and I can’t care about anything else. He brushes aside the delicate lace of my underwear and looks into my eyes with a wicked flash before his lips press a kiss to my center.
I fist his hair and buck my hips against his mouth, unable to do anything else. His tongue laps me up, and I am powerless, unable to move or speak or plead or thank him. I just writhe beneath the pleasure, a human stripped to her barest, basest instincts.
As the crescendo rises inside of me, the swell reaching its breaking point, I roll my body against his lips and clamp my knees around his broad chest. Wave after wave of pleasure crashes over me, flooding every feeling and thought until I’m a puddle of warmth and happiness on the island. Luka steps back to look down at me, and I don’t even notice. My body is still trembling with aftershocks when he kisses a line up my stomach, pulls my slip down over my body, and picks me up from the island.
I wrap my legs around his hips, curl my fingers in his hair, and look into his green eyes. Before, they were stormy and crazed, but now there is a calmness there I’ve never seen before. His eyes are dark with need, which I can feel pressing against me from between his legs, but they aren’t violent like an animal before the hunt. They are filled with a primal desire that I know he plans to satisfy.
He carries me into his bedroom. I don’t see the room because my eyes are closed, and I’m kissing him, but I smell his cedar and bourbon scent thick in the air. When he lays me back on his plush bed, the smell wafts up around us like pheromones, and I feel the chemicals calling to something innate inside of me. I sit up and unbutton his pants.
Luka watches as I slide the material down his muscular thighs. As he kicks them off, I grab the hem of my slip and pull it over my head. In an instant, I’m bared in front of him. His pupils blow wide as he takes my body in. He keeps his eyes locked on mine as he pushes his own briefs down and steps out of them. As soon as he is naked, I put my hands on his hips and pull him towards me.
I try to keep my eyes on his, but I can’t stop looking athim. The size of him. Chiara would die if she knew the truth: that Luka is the biggest man I’ve ever been with. He must see the mixture of lust and worry in my eyes because he crawls over me, pushing me back on the bed, and whispers against my lips, “I’ll take care of you.”
