Chapter 28

Chapter 28: Fucking Relentless II Luca's breath comes in uneven bursts, ragged and desperate. His fists grip the edges of the sofa with white-knuckled intensity, nails biting into the expensive fabric, jaw clenched so tight it aches down to the roots of his teeth. The muscles in his neck strain against his skin. He can't think—can't form a single coherent thought. Not with her straddling him like this, her weight both delicate and commanding. Not with her mouth working its way down the column of his neck in slow, deliberate kisses that feel like they're branding his skin, marking him as hers all over again.