found the sensitive skin that connected her shoulder to her neck, and I bit down and sucked until flesh was trapped between my sharp teeth.
It was the first time I’ve ever marked a woman.
Remy cried out, but her hands were no longer pushing me away. Now they were tangled in the lapels of my suit jacket.
She was holding me closer.
She was making sure I was going to finish marking her and my mind became dizzy with the implication of consent. However, I needed the words.
Remy was going to have to give me the words.
After I made sure the mark wouldn’t disappear for a week, I pulled back and looked down at her. Her chest was heaving, and her eyelids were heavy with lust. She was going to let me fuck her, but I couldn’t let her go on believing this was nothing more than sex.
This was everything.
This was forever.
The woman in my arms, wearing my mark, was going to carry my last name and bear my future. In only three fucked-up days, this woman who doesn’t want my kind of life, has captured me in a way I never thought possible.
No one falls in love in three fucking days.
But, then, that wasn’t entirely true. I only had to look at Ciro and Robbie to know that wasn’t true. Just like all I had to do was look at Phoenix and Francesca to know you can fall in love at the age of seven. The biggest lie we tell ourselves is that love can be controlled. That it has a timeline. That it has a recipe that needs to be followed in order for it to work out.
Standing in Remy’s kitchen, close to losing my fucking mind, I knew that was all bullshit. In three days, I’ve felt more in this woman’s presence than I’ve ever felt with all the women I’ve ever been with combined. Remy was the real deal.
I felt it.
“Say yes,” I commanded. “Tell me you want me. Tell me we’re doing this, Remy.”
“I want you,” she said, misunderstanding the full extent of what I was asking for.
“No, baby,” I said. “You have to want it all.”
If my mind hadn’t already been made up about her, she cemented her fate with her next words. “I don’t want any of it, but you, Luca,” she said breathlessly. “I just want you.”
“Would you believe me if I said you had me? That you had all of me?”
“Unfortunately, yes.”
Her hair still tangled in my hand, I slid my free hand up in between her legs. Remy closed her eyes and let out another breathy moan. The second my fingers found her soaked warmth, I pressed my lips against her ear. “This pussy is mine now, Remy.” Her hands pulled at my jacket as I slid two fingers inside her wet, sticky cunt. “This pussy is mine to eat, finger, and fuck whenever I fucking want, baby. Say it.” My fingers were lodged inside her all the way to the knuckles when she whimpered the only two words in the world I wanted to hear.
“It’s yours.”
Chapter 12
Remy~
Nothing mattered but Luca’s fingers inside my body and his hot breath against my ear.
His demands, his insistence, his lifestyle…none of it mattered in this moment. All that mattered was how he was making me feel. The pleasure of his touch was enough to make me promise anything, and I had. Whatever he wanted, it was his for the taking. I was done fighting. Even though I knew this was a bad idea, I couldn’t deny that Luca made everything that made me a woman come alive.
It wasn’t about the title he held. It wasn’t about the power he wielded. It wasn’t about the money he had. It wasn’t about his last name or what he was capable of.
It was because Luca Benetti was a man. Not a male. But a man.
He exuded strength and virility. He demonstrated desire in every step he took. He was the type of man you wanted in your bed because you knew you weren’t going to be disappointed. And I was stupid enough to risk the rest of it to feel the proof of what he was capable of.
I was willing to turn my entire world upside down because I was a prisoner to the desperate, desperate desire he stirred in me. I think I could have fought it had he not marked me. When he took my flesh in between his teeth and created a statement about his ownership,