Page 118 of The Road to Ruined

"Whatever you want, Luca," I moan, about to unravel. "I'll do whatever you want."

Two brutal thrusts of his hips later, and I'm coming apart. I try to keep quiet, even though I know it's pointless, biting my lip, hoping to stifle my cries while my pussy clenches around him.

"Don't you dare try to be quiet," Luca growls. "I know what you sound like when you come. I'll make you cry, Teagan." He slaps my ass hard, and I scream. "Is that what you want? Huh?"

"Luca…oh, fuck," I moan, giving in as the orgasm rips through me. "Ahh!"

Luca kisses my neck, and I reach back, gripping his hair in my hands and pulling him in closer. "That's my girl," he says. "My sweet black licorice girl."

He groans loudly when he comes, not at all trying to keep quiet while he fills me. If he was trying to prove a point, he did. My pussy pulses around his throbbing cock while I lie bent over the countertop, my body limp and spent.

"I love you," he says. "I love you so much. I didn't leave you—don't leave me."

"I'd never do that."

He stands, takes his shirt off, and hands it to me. "Put this on, honey."

"Thanks," I tell him, pulling it over my head.

"You're pretty," he says, pushing my hair away from my face.

I smile. "You're pretty, too."

I stand on my toes and press my lips to his.

"You're sweet, baby," he says. "I'm sorry I yelled at you, Teag."

"It's okay, Luca."

I take his hand, and when we step back into the room together, Declan and Sebastian are stuffing the last pieces of a dismembered body into two black garbage bags. Declan crosses the room and picks up Travis's head by the hair.

"Where's the rest of him?" I ask.

"In the trunk of the other one's car," Declan says. "We're going to get rid of it—the car and the leftovers."

He picks up the bloody machete and tosses it in the garbage bag, too. He's in his element—I can see it in his eyes. He enjoyed hacking that body to pieces.

I bite back a smile, and, noticing, he laughs.

"I know what you're thinking, and you're right," Declan says. "We're still the same, Teagan."

It's sexy as fuck. And not just the laugh, but that, too. He doesn't do it often, and when he does, it's usually disingenuous. But Declan wielding a machete, bloody from cutting up the body of someone who tried to hurt me with his estranged brother…it's fucking sexy.

It's fucking poetry.

"Let's go," Sebastian says.

He doesn't look at me; he doesn't acknowledge me before walking out the door.

"We'll be back soon," Declan says. "Bye, sweetheart. Don't leave the room."

"Bye."

He grabs a bag from the floor and turns off the light as he walks out the door.

Luca grabs another one of those mini liquor bottles from the cabinet and then pulls an orange pill bottle from his bag and shakes a couple out in his hand.

"Hey," I say. "Come here…let's go to sleep. You don't need that, do you?"

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