to stare at the image in front of me as I try to sort my mind.
I get out of bed and walk toward the blues.
As I look beyond the pool, I realize how high we are. The city below is far away. I’m not even sure what city this is. It doesn’t seem like California, but thinking about how little I know, I can’t be sure.
I feel Luca’s presence in the room, but I don’t turn to look at him.
My parents wanted to send me away. To protect me. Protect me from what, I’ll never know. And now, I’m here. With Luca. In his house.
I whip my head around to glare at him. “My parents sent me with you? For you to protect me?”
Luca crosses his arms over his chest and leans back against the far wall, staring at me. His eyes gleam with a brightness that makes me feel uncomfortable.
Think, Ramona. Think.
Luca seems powerful. Too powerful. And my dad seems to respect him; he might even be intimidated by him.
I remember last week. How scared Dad seemed to be when I went to visit him at the club. And then, last night, when Luca came to the party.
What if he didn’t send me with Luca to protect me, what if he tried to protect me from Luca?
Fear takes hold of my heart. My palms get sweaty as a lump forms in my throat. I frantically look around for an escape. Everything I look at is foreign to me. I look at the man I’ve been fascinated with since the first moment I saw him and I realize I know nothing about him. He’s a stranger who took me away from my parents, my house, and my life.
“My father is scared of you,” I finally murmur.
Luca’s face splits with a grin—one that is both playful and arrogant.
He knows I’m powerless against him. He knows I have nowhere to go. And I doubt my parents can stand up to him. I’m locked in this place. A penthouse.
I swapped one prison for another.
My eyes focus on him. My new warden.
Chapter Twelve
Luca
Damn, confusion looks good on her. I watch as her features go from confused to scared to fierce. I suppress the urge to chuckle at her glare. She looks like a cute little kitten ready to strike.
“You kidnapped me,” she finally says. Her hands turn into fists at her sides, her chest rising and falling rapidly.
I lick my lips as I let my eyes roam over her form, the flimsy fabric of the T-shirt doesn’t hide much. “It’s not kidnapping if the captive is willing.”
“I never gave you permission to take me away.”
Taking slow steps toward her, I smirk. “I thought you wanted to be free of that house.”
“Is this your way of freeing me?” She snorts, then her eyes blaze with anger. “You locked me in another castle.”
I bite my cheek to stop my smile. The flush of her cheeks, the soft curls of her hair fanning around her face, and the fierce brightness of her eyes only make her even more desirable as she stands in my bedroom. And after last night, after I know how good those lush lips of hers feel wrapped around my dick, I want more of her. More of her body with curves in all the right places. I think my expression conveys the right message because her gaze sweeps over me and she stops at my lips, before whispering shakily, “What will you do to me?”
Crooking my head to the side, I stare at her. The sun coming from behind her makes her hair shine like a golden halo.
What is it with me and her hair?
My dick is already hard, knowing she’s naked under that offending material of the T-shirt. I take one more step toward her and smirk when she takes one back, standing in front of the glass door that leads to the terrace.
Her pupils dilate as she peers up at me, and she swallows before licking her lips. Her creamy skin turns pink under my scrutinizing eyes. And with the desire to feel her body over mine, I eat up the small distance between us, pressing my body against hers, enjoying the sharp intake of her breath. “What do you want me to do to you?”
She blinks as she licks her lips, making me want to push her to her knees to feed her my dick once more.
“Let me go?” she whispers, but it comes out like a question. I know