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“Then tell me something. Tell me enough,” I begged. Enough so that I could help.
“After you left, I had it out with my brothers about my father. I found out something unbelievable.” He gave a mirthless laugh. “Today, yours wasn’t the only betrayal. But in the end, I found out the truth.” His eyes got a faraway look. “It explains so much,” he replied cryptically. “In that way, I guess it’s good.”
“Okaaay,” I said, squeezing his hand to continue.
“That’s all I can say.”
It had to do with his father. Nothing else could get him this much off his game, not even our breakup.
“Our fathers are not good people. It’s a shock when we find out exactly what their true nature is,” I said, leaning more on guesswork than anything.
“Yeah,” he breathed out. “That’s for fucking sure. I had to get away from them. I roamed around half the night until I found myself here.”
The cinched feeling in my chest tightened further, and tears pricked the corners of my eyes. The fact that he made his way to me, despite what happened, was humbling and broke my heart all over again. I’d lost this beautiful, imperfect man.
I discreetly swiped at my eyes and cleared my throat. “Do they know where you are?”
He shook his head. “I dumped my phone. Each of our phones have trackers in case something happens to us. I didn’t want to talk to anyone, and I knew they’d blow it up.”
“Not even Tatum?”
“Not even him,” he replied with a heavy sigh. “I needed space away from them to think.”
I glanced at my digital clock. It was past one o’clock in the morning. Luca was in a bad way if he’d purposely abandoned his phone and avoided everyone for hours. I bet his family was beside themselves with worry.
His fingers trailed down the front of my chest to cup me between the legs. “I need you. I need to taste you, Kitty.”
His eyes were stark. Desperate. He couldn’t tell me his secret, fearing that I’d use it against him. It had been thoughtless to assume that I could convince him otherwise. I swallowed around the lump in my throat. If this had happened last night, he would’ve told me, whether the secret was his or not. But we were not yesterday anymore.
I was faced with a choice.
Do I comfort him?
If Luca was hurting, I’d always be there to comfort him. It was selfish on my part because it comforted me as well. With my marriage to Simu, this would likely be the last time I’d be touched like this again.
Heart banging against my chest, I stroked his cheek down along his angled jaw.
I inched closer until our chests brushed and our breaths mingled.
Caressing my lips against his, I whispered, “Yes.”
He ran his knuckles over my stiff nipple, catching it between two knuckles. I gasped and he took control of my mouth. From there, it was a whirlwind of rash, brusque movements. I ripped at the buttons of his shirt until it gaped open, while he tore at my nightie until it was puddled at my feet. He licked his way down my throat, murmuring about how good I tasted, how creamy my skin was, until his mouth was too occupied with one of my breasts to continue.
My hands landed on his head, holding him in place as he suckled one nipple while plucking the other one. Biting down, the edge of his teeth dragged off my nipple with a hard pop that had me crying out over his head.
He growled, “Fucking delicious. I’m going to fuck you till you’re sweaty, sore, and begging me to stop.”
His eyes snapped with cold blue-gray flames. Determined. Dominant. Possessive. Everything I loved about this man. He gripped my silk panties, twisted, and tore them right off me with a loud riiip. Pressing my thighs open for his perusal, he explored, teased my clit, and spread my slickness everywhere.
Standing up, he took his fingers off my pussy just long enough to tear off his wrinkled shirt, sporting streaks of dirt from rock climbing the side of my house. My eyes raked his naked form, from his broad shoulders down his washboard abs to the hard beast between his legs. A large patch over the opposite shoulder of his Lupu tat distracted me from the main attraction.
“What’s that?” I asked.
“I got another tat,” he muttered.
Another tat?It was a well-known fact that the Lupu men only sported one tat on their chests, a green-eyed wolf head. Anywhere else was open season, but the chest was sacred, and the new tat was a big one at that.
Oh boy. A break in protocol like that was a scream for help.
