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Luca turns around, pins me with his gaze and throws the bloody corkscrew on the table. I follow him with my eyes as he covers the distance between us in a few long steps and stands before me while everyone stares at him.
“I’m sorry for ruining your party, tesoro.”
I blink at him. Should I say something?
“Let’s go upstairs.” He takes my hand with his blood-free one and leads me toward the foyer and then up the two flights of stairs.
When we reach the bedroom, Luca heads straight to shower. I walk toward the bed, sit down at the edge and wait, my eyes glued to the bathroom door. I’ve just witnessed a man being slaughtered in front of me, but instead of processing that, I’m freaking out because Luca, obviously, remembers everything.
What happens now? Will he throw me out? Divorce me? I don’t think I can live in the same house with him if he goes back to his old self, but just the thought of not being close to him makes me want to scream. The sound of the water stops, and I hold my breath.
The bathroom door opens and Luca steps out, naked. His hair is wet and falling on either side of his face, just like in my first memory of him. I stand up and watch him approach, waiting. When he’s right in front of me, he lifts his hand and takes my chin, tilting my head up.
“I’m sorry for lying to you,” I whisper.
He bends his head until our noses are barely an inch apart. “About what?”
“About you being in love with me,” I choke out.
The corners of Luca’s lips curve up. “But you weren’t lying, Isabella.” His hand leaves my chin to travel down along my neck and chest, then around my waist to the small of my back. “You see, I was already crazy about you, way before the crash.”
My breath catches. I open my mouth to say something, but nothing comes out.
“I’m so sorry for being a moron, Isa. For pushing you away, even after I fell in love with you” The arm around my midsection tightens, pressing me against his body. “I was afraid that you were too young.”
“You were wrong,” I say, while happy tears gather at the corners of my eyes. I never dared to hope that I’d hear those words leave his lips.
“I know.” He presses his lips to mine. “Will you let me show you how sorry I am?”
“Maybe.”
Luca’s eyes flare. “Maybe?”
I raise my arms to brush my fingers into his wet strands and look straight into his eyes. “You’re going to fuck me. First with your mouth. Then your hand. And finally, with your cock.”
“All right.”
“But, Luca...” I squeeze his hair. “You’re not allowed to come until you have me absolutely sated.”
A wicked smile spreads across his lips, and the next moment, I find myself thrown onto the bed.
“I don’t think I’ve ever told you,”—he says as he crawls up over my body—“how utterly in love I am with your cunning mind.”
“Just my mind?” I ask, then gasp when a tearing sound fills the room. “For God’s sake, Luca. Stop destroying my clothes.”
“I will destroy anything that comes between me and your body.” A kiss lands at the side of my neck, then his mouth moves lower, across my collarbone and chest, to my breasts. I reach behind my back and quickly unclasp the bra so it won’t also end up destroyed.
Luca’s huge hands cup my breasts, squeezing lightly. “I love your pretty boobs.” He bites at my left one, then the right. “As well as the rest of your body.” He trails kisses down my stomach. “And your greedy little pussy.”
He takes the waistband of my panties, and an instant later, a bundle of torn beige lace lands on the floor. I grip at his hair, panting, as he slowly removes the pussy plug. A moan leaves my lips when he buries his face between my legs and sucks on my clit.
“I’ve changed my mind, I need your cock, now,” I whimper. The need to have it inside me is making me insane. Luca grabs my legs and throws them over his shoulders.
“Not yet.” His tongue slides between my folds, and I shudder.
Luca laps at my pussy, switching between licking and sucking as if it’s an ice cream, and the pressure between my legs builds until I feel like I’m going to melt from the inside. I arch my back, pulling at the long dark strands between my fingers, pushing his head down even more. My body is already shaking when he starts slowly sliding his finger inside. I come before it’s even halfway in.
“You even taste like fucking vanilla, Isa,” Luca says as he licks away all my wetness, then lowers my legs and hovers over me. His finger is still inside my pussy, pumping in and out, milking me even more.
