Page 40 of Sasha and the Heir


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“But you’re not.”

I narrowed my eyes at him, and he rolled his lips in.

“She doesn’t know that. No, she’s using this to get close to you. The food, the omission, the dodging my calls—it’s all making her seem pretty fucking shady.”

“She’s dodging your calls? That’s not right. I’ve told her to share everything with you, that you have full access to the case.”

“Just not access to you, right?” I shoved at him, but he didn’t budge.

“I’m sorry.”

I glared at him, wishing that, for once, looks could cause bodily harm. “It’s been a month, and you wouldn’t let me see you, wouldn’t take my calls. What the actual fuck?”

“Sasha, I—”

I turned my face toward the table, the white boxes taunting me.

Luca cradled my cheeks with his large hands, forcing me to look him in the eye. "I wasn't strong enough to see or hear from you while I'm stuck here. The thought of watching you leave—” he cleared his throat, “I needed to be strong, to have my wits about me while I’m surrounded by enemies but having you here right now—” He pressed a sweet kiss to my lips. “I can see I was wrong. So fucking wrong. You’re my strength. I’m sorry.”

“You said that.”

“I mean it.”

I sighed, flattening my palms on his chest. His heart raced under my hand as I curled my fingers into the rough fabric of his jumpsuit. “You have to stop deciding what’s best without discussing it with, ya know, me.”

He nodded. “I don’t know if I even thought it through.”

“Makes me feel so much better,” I deadpanned.

“I’m an asshole.”

“You’re a martyr. That’s worse.”

“But you still love me, right?”

I rolled my eyes. “Yeah. I guess I do.”

Luca backed me into the corner of the room, away from the door’s line of sight. “Tell me. Tell me you love me. I need to hear it.”

“You first.”

He rested his forehead against mine. Despite the harsh smell of whatever soap they had him using, there was still his essential Luca-ness. “I love you, Sasha. I’ve loved you from the moment I saw you and have only fallen more in love with every passing day.

“I love your fire, your loyalty, your strength. I love your forgiving heart and the fact that, for some reason, you see something in me worth saving. I love that you’ve given me a reason to live outside all the bullshit in my life.

“I’m yours, Sasha. Always have been. Always will be. You want me on my knees?” He dropped to the ground, placing a kiss on my stomach. “I’ll live on them. You want me to crawl through glass? You got it. You want me to cut out my heart? Done. I’d do anything for you.”

I burrowed my fingers in his hair, pulling his head back. “You can never shut me out like that again.”

“I promise.”

Seeing Luca on his knees, begging and pleading for my love, was a heady thing. “I love you, Luca.”

He smiled up at me, his eyes shimmering. "I've missed you." He wrapped his hands around the back of my thighs and slid them up. "How did I think not seeing you would be easier?"

“You’re a fool.” My breath caught as his fingertips played with the edge of my panties.

“Mhm.” Luca’s head disappeared under my skirt.

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