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Soon, I would show them all the power I carried.
Because I had one thing they didn’t—Lucca.He would hunt, strip, and burn it all forme.
Lucca was my weapon, just as he was becoming my weakness.
“He wasn’t my first kill, Lucca. And he won’t be my last.”
I flinched at the sound of his hand striking the wheel.
Lucca lost it.
“Damn it, Katia. This isn’t how you should react,” he roared. “How you should feel, or how any of it was meant to happen!”
Our eyes connected.
“He won’t be my last because being with you is a death sentence.” I raised my voice. “The same sentence I was born with by having a father as aboss.” My shoulder rose. “It just changed handlers.” Closing my eyes, I set the truth free. “Wedidn’t get to choose this life. But it has always been our path, Lucca. Far from normal and unconventional. Why do you think the outcome could be any different?”
Lucca didn’t want to see it. He fought against my words as his head shook and his teeth gritted. Even then, he was too smart to not believe in them. He had been trying so hard to keep me far from a world I’d been raised into, apart from the tainted blood that swept in my body. An image he’d already formed and strived to come true. He held on to the vision of how it should be, and how it was meant to be, but had forgottenIwas a part of it. He’d forgotten the curse that came with a principessa. And he never got to see the young me.
The broken girl.
The beaten girl.
The women I’d fought to become.
“Come here.”
I looked over the small space left by his broad and large body on the driver’s side and shook my head.
“We both can’t fit—”
His hand gripped my hair fiercely, pulling me to sit on his lap. I gasped as his hands manhandled me to how they saw fit. Not once gentle, even if my appearance begged for it. And as my leg dug painfully into the door, the other straddled over the middle console and into the back of his seat.
My neck leaned awkwardly to the side as it hit the ceiling. I ached by its stiffness and position, but Lucca brought my head down to his shoulder and released my hair. Our breaths labored as they both fought in twisted want, for a dose of unhealthy need. To mix desperation, and pain into the sadistic desire our bodies could deliver.
Lucca slipped his coat off my shoulders, revealing my red stained skin and ruined dress. I pulled away from his chest to see his eyes devouring my skin, and his fingers itching for my split lip. He tugged it, and a sharp sting tore my mouth apart. Warm liquid spread over the edge and he pulled my head closer to him. Lucca’s tongue slipped and swirled over my bleeding lip, easing the sting by his nipping and tender mouth.
His sounds of satisfaction by tasting me mimicked my own.
Pain and pleasure, a sweet brew.
Unstable and raving for more, our lips deepened.
Shaking and grasping for more, our hands fumbled.
Mine, capturing his belt and working on his pants button. His, raising my ass with gripping fists only to shove me down on his dick once I freed him.
A moan shuddered from my throat as he was buried deep inside me.
“Lucca,” I cried, burning with desire.
It was uncomfortable, desperate, and carnal the way we couldn’t wait, and I was rendered to pure bliss by need as he rocked my hips.
“Ahh!”
“I know, baby. But I need to get us home so I can take you properly.”
“Yes,” I whimpered.
