Page 51 of The Vengeance You Crave
"Yeah, exactly as I thought."
Selfishly, if I'm being honest with myself being with Luca again, even if he is this cold, brutal version of himself is where I want to be. But I can't be selfish, I have people relying on me. People who need me present and not locked up by some crazy boy I used to know.
"I need to go home, Luc," I plead.
"To him?" he spits, pulling back from me.
I bite down on the inside of my lips to stop me from spilling the truth.
"I need to go home."
"You're going nowhere yet. I'm not done with you."
I want to scream at him to look at the state of me, to tell him how much he's hurting me both physically and mentally but I don't. I fear he wouldn't hear a word of it even if I did.
"I'm hungry," I whisper.
"Go and shower. You smell like sex. I'll find you some food and coffee."
My argument is on the tip of my tongue but it's pointless. Nothing I say is going to convince him otherwise. I just need to bide my time until he screws up and I can make my escape.
He'll always find you now you're here,a little voice says in my head. He's clearly on a mission with an outcome in mind, he's not going to stop until he's achieved whatever it is.
14
Luca
Walking into the bathroom, I swipe my jersey from where she's abandoned it on the floor before stepping into the shower.
Steam fills the stall, stopping me from getting a good view of her, it's probably a good thing. If I get a shot of her naked ass body right now then there's a chance I won't leave for food, or ever, to be fair.
Reaching down, I palm my hard cock through my pants.
Last night should have been enough. I fucked her seven ways from Sunday, took out all my hate, anger, and disappointment on her but one look at her trying to escape and wearing my fucking number and all I could think about was getting inside her again.
Peyton was always smart. That's how I knew she'd go straight for the key the second I passed out. And that couldn't happen. I wasn't allowing her to get away until I'd had my fill of her, even if that meant calling in a favor at The Locker Room to get her out of her shift tonight. Like fuck is she turning up with my marks all over her body.
If I had my way, she'd never go back there again, but short of getting her fired, I'm not sure how I'm going to achieve that.
The water cuts off as I'm still standing there reminiscing on our previous night and how many times I brought her right to the edge, only to leave her hanging. Every time I felt bad. That's not the way a woman deserves to be treated in the bedroom—or anywhere to be fair—but then I would remember what she said to me that night and I'd leave her high and dry, listening to her complain as her body lost its grip on the impending release.
Sliding the door open, she steps out in a cloud of steam and the second it clears, our eyes lock and my heart jumps into my throat.
Fuck, I want to kiss her. I really want to fucking kiss her. It took every ounce of restraint I possess not to claim her lips last night, to make her mine, to remind myself of just how good it used to be spending hours just making out with her.
"Luc," she gasps, her arms lifting in an attempt to hide from me.
"A little late for that, don't you think?"
She looks down at herself, color hitting her cheeks.
"I'm going out. Be good." Spinning on my heels, I walk away from her, only to hear wet footsteps racing after me.
"You're…"
"Going out," I repeat.
"You can't just leave me here. I have no clothes, no anything."
