Page 70 of The Vengeance You Crave
A tingle runs down my spine as I stand, quickly dumping everything into my lunch bag and it gives me pause.
Realizing that no one has said anything, I stop and look over my shoulder.
My breath catches at the sight of Luca standing with his back resting against the door. But it's not his presence that startles me as much as the look in his eyes.
He looks… broken.
His green eyes are dark. The fire and hate from our previous exchanges are nowhere to be seen and the hard set of his shoulders I was becoming used to has gone. He seems totally defeated.
My fists curl as I force myself to remember everything that's happened between us this past week. I repeat over and over in my head that I don't care. That Luca the man, is evil and twisted and that I hate him. But it doesn't work because that look on his face right now, it's one hundred percent the boy I remember all too well.
"Luc, what—"
At the sound of my voice, he moves. He pushes from the door and storms over.
The chair in front of me clatters into the wall as he throws it out of his way to get to me.
"Luc?" My voice is weak and cracks with confusion as his warm fingers grip my chin and his lips slam down on mine.
Oh God.
My heart pounds, my head spins and he kisses my lips, his tongue sneaking out to try to part them, but despite every single part of my body screaming at me to hand myself over to him, this time, my head is louder.
I can't let him do this.
I wanted him to kiss me all weekend and he refused. Why should he get to do it now just because he's decided he needs it?
The expression on his face as he stood there only seconds ago flickers through my mind as his hot hand curls around my waist, burning into my bare skin.
"Come on, Sweet P," he whispers, and I melt.
There have only been three people who've called me that in my life and it was only a few weeks ago that I thought I'd lost them all. But he's here. He's standing right here and he needs this. Hell, I fucking need this.
The next time he tries to part my lips, my restraint slips and his tongue pushes inside as he walks me backward until I collide with the wall.
I gasp, giving him the access he needs to properly deepen the kiss.
Reaching down, his hands grip my thighs and he wraps my legs around his waist, his already hard cock pressing exactly where I need him.
The promise of finding that orgasm he denied me of, all weekend forces me to forget all of my concerns and I roll my hips against him as my hands slide over his shoulders and come to rest in his hair, dragging him closer to me.
The low moan that rumbles up his throat as my tongue slides against his sends a surge of heat between my legs.
His hands slide down my thighs until he's palming my ass, pulling me even tighter against him.
I haven't got myself off since being with him. I knew that doing so would make me go back there, make me think of his tongue, his fingers, his cock, and I couldn't bear to torture myself like that. So I've suffered through it. But right now, I need that release more than I need my next breath.
"Luc, please," I whimper when he leaves my lips and begins kissing and nipping down my jawline.
He lifts me a little higher before one of his hands leaves me and the sound of his zipper mixes with our heavy breathing.
My core clenches, liquid lust filling my veins.
Fuck, I need him. I need him so bad.
I already know that I'm going to regret this the second it's over. But even with that knowledge, I don't stop. It's too late, my body is already lost to him and what he can give me.
I tell myself that it's okay to take his, because I want it too.
