Page 4 of Devour
CHAPTER TWO
Luca
She’s trembling now. I can see the goosebumps rising along her neck, her chest rising and falling too fast. I almost feel pity. Almost.
But the little gold-digger left me seven years ago, with not so much as a call, text, or letter she just vanished without a word.
Took a chunk of my heart and every goddamn piece of my trust. And now she’s here like she didn’t burn the entire world down when she left me.
She thinks she can just waltz back in. Like she didn’t see Falcone Financial plastered across the damn entrance. What did she expect, a warm welcome and a glass of wine so we could catch up? I clench my jaw.
I know I’m being an asshole. I know it. But I didn’t claw my way to the top by being soft. I built an empire with blood on my hands and ice in my veins. And right now? Right now, I plan to use that fear in her eyes to my advantage.
I’ll fuck her out of my system for good. Use her the way she used me. Her sweet, flowery perfume drifts into my nose, the scent hits me like a goddamn punch to the gut.
Jasmine.
She used to wear it all the time. Said it reminded her of summer nights. I remember burying my face in her neck, breathing her in like she was the only thing that made sense in my messed-up world. God, I want to wrap my arms around her hair and fill my lungs with that scent.
I close my eyes, lost in the memory. My cock stirs instantly, thick with need and rage. It’s been years, but my body reacts like it hasn’t forgotten a thing.
She’s still as beautiful as I remember—no, more. Time didn’t dull her. It carved her. Shaped her into something raw and real.
That messy brown hair is twisted into a sloppy bun, strands falling loose like she didn’t even care to tame them. Held together with a worn band. Still, the same girl who never tried too hard and still drove me fucking crazy for it.
Her lips are slick with cherry gloss, too damn shiny, too damn tempting. I want to ruin them. Drag my teeth along the curve, suck her tongue into my mouth until she’s gasping. Until that gloss is smeared all over her mouth and mine.
I wonder if she still tastes like summer and sin. I wet my lips. She’s older now. Worn down. And somehow, that makes me want her more. I take a step back and let my eyes drink her in.
The blazer she’s wearing looks like it should’ve retired five years ago—cheap and tired, it covering up too much of her chest and I barely resist the urge to push it off her shoulders so I can get a full glimpse of the white button-down that clings to her, tight and stretched over curves I used to dream about.
Two buttons are undone. Just enough to tease. Just enough to remember. Milky skin. Those breasts rising and falling like she’s running out of air.
She looks like she ran straight from hell to get here, crawled out of a thrift store in a panic, trying to piece herself together. Nothing like the kept-together girl I used to know.
Damn it.
This wasn’t how I pictured our reunion. She’s making what I’m about to do harder than it needs to be. But then again, I’ve never been gentle. I’m a bastard with half a heart and a whole lot of rage. And this? This is payback.
“You only have two options to get out of here,” I murmur, voice low and deliberate. “I fuck you… or you let me fuck you. Either way, kitten—you’re getting fucked.”
Her eyes widened. A flash of fear. Of fury.Good. I see it click in her eyes; she’s going to run; I don’t stop her. She bolts toward the elevator, heels clacking, breath heaving.
I lean back against the edge of my desk, arms folded, admiring the way her ass curves beneath that godawful skirt. It’s too tight, too short, and yet… it hugs her like a sin I’m about to commit.
“Lock the elevator,” My voice is a slow drawl, calm but dangerous. A soft click echoes across the room.
The lights on the panel blink out. She slams her palm against the button, then again frantic now, mashing the “open” key over and over, desperation pouring off her in waves.
I don’t move. I just stand there and watch. Let her wear herself down. Let her learn the truth. There is no escape. Unless I will it— and I don’t, I have decided I want to ruin her.
She’s going to feel me for days. In her body, in her mind, in every shattered breath she takes. She doesn’t get to walk away untouched. Not this time.
When she finally stops, she turns to face me, her chest rising and falling. Her eyes find mine—pleading, wide, glistening. Fuck. She looks like a kitten caught out in a thunderstorm. Drenched, cold, and still stupid enough to think there’s shelter somewhere.
Something squeezes in my chest. But I buried it. Deep. Behind the mask, I’ve worn for years. The one made of smoke, steel, and fury.
Are you done?” I ask, tilting my head. “Or do you want to try screaming too? I can wait.” Her lips parted like she wanted to say something but decided against it.
