“About Kensley, what happened. Did you—hurt her?”
I noticed the marks on her arms. Does she have any more under her clothes? I didn’t notice whether she wore makeup to cover any bruises, but I hadn’t been looking that closely, either.
“You think I’m my father,” Luca says and pushes the chair back.
I’ve lost him.
He stands and takes a step back. He doesn’t leave the study lounge.
It’s just the two of us in here, but there’s no door, no actual privacy. Anyone can hear us fighting, and I’ve been trying to keep my tone down so as not to wake Zeke.
“I didn’t say that, Luca.”
“You didn’t have to!” He runs a hand through his dark hair, and his breathing grows louder. I can hear him across the room, each gasp that he takes. His hands clench into fists at his side.
“Kensley had bruises. I just, I want to hear it from you. Tell me what happened.”
“I didn’t fucking lay a finger on her!” Luca shouts at me.
I momentarily close my eyes to try to steady my racing heart. They’re only shut a fraction of a second before I blink and I’m staring right back at him.
“She had bruises on her wrists,” I say, not the least bit afraid of Luca.
His father, that’s another story.
“I didn’t put her in restraints,” Luca says. “I didn’t drag her down into the basement cellar. That was Moreno.”
My chair squeaks as I stand and come face-to-face with Luca. “But you didn’t let her go, either.”
“No, I didn’t.” He breathes heavily, glancing me over, his gaze wandering down my body and then to my lips.
I’ve seen that heated glare before. If we weren’t sleeping in separate rooms, I’d be on my tiptoes and leaning in to kiss him.
But instead, I fold my arms across my chest. “Why?”
“Because she had information!” Luca shouts. “She knew where you were going, at least I thought she did. Kensley definitely knew too much. You’re lucky Moreno didn’t tell Dante everything.”
My breath catches, and I feel my heartbeat quicken. “Moreno kept a secret from Dante?”
“More like kept information. I’m not sure why, don’t ask me,” Luca gripes. “I would have told my father, but then again, I’d have done anything in my power to piss you off.”
Well, it’s working.
Nodding, I take a step back and turn with my back to Luca, gathering my notebook and my textbook, putting everything back into my bookbag.
Luca grabs my hips from behind, startling me. His hands grab my arms, pinning me against the table, face down.
I gasp, feeling his hard-on poking me from behind. “I should take you right here, right now, let everyone know you belong to me.”
There’s no warmth in his words, no glee.
It’s pure possession.
My heart stammers, and I try to push Luca away, but he’s too strong.
“I’m not fucking you in here,” I growl, elbowing him to let me go.
He releases his clutches on me, and I spin around to face him. The edge of my rear is against the table, and he’s invading my personal space.
