Excerpt
The door slammed shut behind us as Luca led me into the house, his grip on my wrist still firm, almost possessive. I could feel the tension radiating off him, his body rigid with barely contained anger. For a moment, I stood frozen, the sound of my heart pounding in my ears, feeling every inch of the space between us like an electric charge.
Luca didn’t look at me right away. Instead, his eyes scanned the room, as if making sure no one else was present, no one else was watching. Then, slowly, he turned toward me, his gaze searing through the space between us.
“You let him touch you,” he said, his voice low but intense. There was a bite to it, something deeper than just anger. It was possessiveness, raw and undeniable. He stepped closer, his eyes never leaving mine. “Do you know what happens when someone touches what’s mine, Elena?”
I swallowed, my throat dry as I looked up at him. “Luca, it was nothing—”
His finger pressed gently to my lips, silencing me. “I don’t care what you think it was. He crossed a line, and I’m going to make sure you never forget who you belong to.”
Before I could respond, Luca was on me, his lips crashing down on mine in a kiss so fierce, so possessive, that it left me breathless. His hands moved swiftly, urgently, as if needing to prove something—to himself, to me, to anyone else who might dare question his claim.
He backed me toward the wall, his lips trailing down my neck, and I could feel the heat of his breath against my skin, sending shivers down my spine. “You’re mine, Elena. Only mine.” His voice was low, almost a growl, as his hands roamed, pulling me closer. There was no softness in his touch, no gentleness. It was as if he was reminding me that my body wasn’t mine to give, but his to claim.
I gasped as his lips found the sensitive spot on my neck, and his hand gripped my waist, pulling me against him. “Luca…” I tried to breathe his name, but he silenced me with another searing kiss.
“Say it,” he demanded, his voice thick with possessive lust. “Say you’re mine.”
My body trembled under his touch, and I couldn’t form a coherent thought. But the feeling of being so completely his was both overwhelming and intoxicating. “I’m yours,” I finally whispered, the words escaping before I could stop them.
Luca smirked against my skin, his eyes dark and filled with something I couldn’t name. “Good girl,” he muttered, his lips curving into a wicked grin as he pressed me harder against the wall. “Now you’ll remember who owns you.”
His hands were everywhere, marking me, claiming me. The passion in his touch was wild, untamed, and I knew it wasn’t just about love—it was about control. And in that moment, I was lost in it. Lost in him.
