"Good." Luca's expression was fierce. "Let him be angry. Let him file his charges. We'll fight him."
"What if we lose?"
"Then we lose together." He caught my face in his hands. "But we're not losing. Emilio is the best. And we have the resources to fight this properly."
"I'm scared."
"So am I." He kissed me. "But we're not facing this alone. We have each other. And my partners. And Emilio. We have a whole network of support."
"It might not be enough."
"Then we make it enough." He kissed me again, harder this time. "You're mine, Valentino. Mine. And I don't give up what's mine. Not to Reeves, not to the FBI, not to anyone."
The possessiveness in his voice sent heat through me despite the fear. "Yours," I agreed.
"Say it again."
"I'm yours. Only yours."
He kissed me again and this time it wasn't gentle. It was claiming, possessive, desperate. I kissed back just as hard, needing the connection, needing to feel wanted and protected and owned.
"I need you," I said against his mouth. "Now. Please."
"Here?"
"Anywhere. I don't care. I just need you."
He pulled back, eyes dark with want and something fiercer. "The windows. Where we stood after our first real date. I want you there."
The windows overlooking the city. Where we'd held hands and talked about building something real. Full circle from that moment of hope to this moment of desperation.
"Yes," I said.
He walked me backward until my back hit the glass, the cool surface a shock against my skin through my shirt. The city spread out below us, lights twinkling in the early evening darkness.
"You're mine," Luca said, hands on my hips, pulling me close. "No one else's. Not Reeves's. Not the FBI's. Mine."
"Yours," I agreed. "Only yours. Always."
He kissed me hard, grinding against me, both of us already hard and desperate. His hands moved to my shirt, yanking it over my head and tossing it aside. Mine did the same to his, both of us needing skin on skin, needing the connection.
"I'm going to fuck you right here," he said against my throat. "Against these windows where we stood and talked. Going to show you exactly who you belong to."
"Yes. God, yes."
He stripped off my jeans and underwear, leaving me naked against the glass. The exhibition of it—being completely exposed against the windows with the city below—should have bothered me. But all I felt was want.
Luca stepped back to look at me, still fully clothed, and the power dynamic made me shiver. "Beautiful. You're so fucking beautiful like this."
"Luca, please—"
"Please what? Tell me what you need."
"You. I need you. Inside me. Claiming me. Showing me I'm yours."
"You are mine." He stepped closer, hands on my hips again. "Every inch of you belongs to me. This body—" He traced a handdown my chest. "This heart—" Over where my heart was racing. "This mind—" He kissed me deeply. "All mine."
"All yours," I gasped.
