Hearing how he views himself as something disposable makes me mad, but I swallow my anger. He already feels shit.
“Then it’s their loss,” I tell him. “You’re fucking amazing.” The way his brows scrunch tells me he’s not convinced, but after a second, he gives me a soft smile.
“So are you.”
“Not sure Angelo agrees, but whatever.”
“He dropped everything to bring you home, Chiara. He might behave like a dick, but he cares about you.”
“I suppose.” Luka is right. The Angelo who washed the dirt and blood from my skin was soft and loving. That man was nothing like the asshole who’s done everything in his power to force me to submit to his will. “Doesn’t change the fact he married me against my wishes, though, does it?”
“I guess not,” Luka concedes. “But from what Fina told me, he had no choice. Our father made it clear the marriage contract was a done deal and he couldn’t get out of it.”
I don’t believe that for a second.
“I’m sure he could have found a way out if he’d tried hard enough.”
Luka rumbles something indistinct but says nothing more on the topic.
The longer we lie wrapped in each other’s arms, the more I relax. My feelings for Luka have gone way beyond simple lust, and that realization hits me like a sledgehammer.
I can’t leave him, which means I’m stuck with Angelo. And Kane, although I’m not upset with him anymore.
“I slept with Kane,” I blurt out, needing to get this off my chest before Luka finds out from Kane or Angelo. While I don’t think he’ll be upset about it, I’d rather be honest with him.
“You bad girl.” His low, sultry laugh sends a shockwave of lust zipping through me. This room is cool, but I’m suddenly overheating to the point where I might actually pass out.
“You’re not jealous?” My body tenses waiting for the verdict. If he says yes, I’m fucked because I’m not sure I can stay away from Kane.
“Hell no.” He rolls us so I’m half under him, and dammit it, I love the way his eyes gleam with excitement. This version of Luka is a thousand times better than the miserable, ashamed shell of a man I walked in on less than an hour ago. “Does Angelo know?”
I groan, not having forgotten the chaos that ensued mere seconds after I enjoyed an amazing orgasm with Kane buried so deep inside me I could practically taste him in my throat.
“Yeah. He walked in on us.”
Luka laughs out loud, clearly delighted.
“Fuck me, is that why Kane has a black eye?”
He laughs all the more when I nod.
“Good to know it isn’t just me in the firing line.”
“Nope.” I smile at the memory of how jealous Angelo was. And also turned on.
Because despite his going nuclear, he couldn’t hide the tent in his pants. The bastard had been watching us for longer than a few seconds, I’d wager. Angelo might claim he won’t share me with anyone, but he’s delusional if he claims not to enjoy watching me get railed by his best friend.
“Did it turn you on, cupcake?” Luka’s lascivious grin tells me he believes it did, and he’s not wrong. My core clenches with need, and when he slides his fingers inside my panties, he groans. “Fuck, peaches, you’re dripping.”
I moan in response. “Luka, I need you to fuck me. Make me come.”
“Anything for my girl,” he purrs. And I am his girl, even if he thinks he doesn’t believe he deserves love.
17
Chiara
Luka shimmies down the bed and pulls my panties off before shoving them under his pillow. I shamelessly spread my legs, eager for more, but he pauses while staring up at me.
