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I pick her up, and she wraps her legs around me, reaching for my zipper.

Then it hits me. I take her hand off my pants.

I'm not looking for great.

What I want goes beyond a quickie against the glass.

Because what I'm looking for isn't a one-nighter. I've had too many of those, trying to find a hint of what I've had with her.

What I need is eternal redemption.

And I'm going to spend all night earning it.

18

Chanel

"We're not doing this,"Luca states, pushing my hand away from his groin.

Rejection hits me like bricks hitting glass.

What am I doing?

He no longer wants me? He practically kidnapped me and brought me to his place.

This is so Luca. Get me in a vulnerable position then bail on me.

Anger and embarrassment tornado through me. I blink hard, turning away from him. "Put me down, Luca."

To torture me further, his lips hit my neck. I curse the tingles rushing to my core. He murmurs, "I'll put you down in my bed." He starts walking away from the window.

Confusion adds to my overly emotional state. I try to pull away from him, breathing, "What?"

His arms tug me closer. He doesn't answer, taunting me further with his lips pressed against mine.

And I'm a goner. There's no fighting the power of him. He's haunted me for too many years. I've craved his body so many nights, I lost count. And the memory of what it was like to be his, even if it didn't last forever, stained all the relationships I've tried to have with other men.

I should have run when Pina told me about the club. The possibility Luca could be there wouldn't allow me though. I tested fate. Now I'm in the devil's lair, and there's no way out.

His tongue flicks against mine, and I don't even notice him unzipping my dress or unlatching my strapless bra. He lays me on the bed and then tugs at it and my panties, exposing me. The cool air gives my hot skin a moment of relief. Luca scans my body, as if noting every detail of what's the same or changed.

When his eyes drift to the two faded stretch marks on my lower left stomach, panic hits me.

He can't know about her.

"You're sexier than when you were eighteen," he declares, refocusing on my legs and licking his lips.

I swallow hard, knowing I'll regret this tomorrow, if not tonight.

I already am.

This one time won't hurt.

That's a lie.

God, I missed the way he makes me feel.

No matter what, I'm unable to get up and stop the destruction I know is bound to erupt in my heart.

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