Yasmine's POV
There was no point in fighting. I knew Luca had been planning this for a while, and one thing I had learned about him was that he hated it whenever I resisted or tried to avoid him. Wrapped in the sheet, I sat on the bed and picked up the fork, forcing myself to eat.
"You're not going to fight me? I expected some screaming and cursing." His tone carried genuine surprise.
"Would you let me go if I did all that?" I asked flatly.
"No."
"Then what's the point? I'd rather save my energy than scream like some banshee." I stabbed at my lasagna and took another bite.
He sat down beside me, his presence making the bed dip, and slid his fingers into my hair.
"It's good to know you trust me, even if just a little," he murmured, massaging my scalp lightly.
"Why would I trust you?" I gritted out.
"You're not behaving like a normal captive. Deep down, you know I won't hurt you." He leaned in and nipped at my ear.
A shiver ran through me as his lips trailed over my shoulder, his mouth discovering the sensitive spot behind my ear. My breathing grew uneven, heat rushing through my body. His hand rubbed along my neck before pulling the sheet from my shoulders. His fingers teased my breasts, tugging at my nipples until a helpless moan slipped past my lips.
"You bastard, stop—" My words were swallowed by his kiss, hard and demanding. His hand gripped my hair as he ravaged my mouth, tongue sliding past my defenses. Shocked at how easily I yielded, I shoved him away and scrambled to cover myself again.
But he was relentless. He caught me, claiming my mouth once more, forcing it open with his insistent tongue until I had no choice but to respond. He wrenched the sheet from my grip, exploring every inch of me. His touch burned as he trailed over my breasts, pinching and caressing until my body betrayed me. Liquid heat pooled low in my belly, making me furious with myself.
"Damn you!" I shouted, pushing him off with all my strength. Shame and anger warred inside me, directed as much at myself as at him. How could I melt so easily? What exactly did he plan to do with me?
I glanced at him warily, shuddering as I pulled farther away.
"Tell me—why did you bring me here? Was it just to prove a point? Matt was right about you. You're sick in the head."
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Luca's POV
"So, Matthew has been running his mouth." My voice dropped cold, and I felt the shift in her as she stiffened in fear. Perfect.
I tangled my fingers through her hair before wrapping my hand lightly around her throat—just enough pressure to remind her of my control. Burying my face against her hair, I inhaled deeply. The scent of vanilla and coffee clung to her skin, intoxicating, addictive.
"I brought you here to change your mind," I whispered against her ear. "And don't even think about running. Because if you try, I'll catch you…" My grip tightened slightly, making her gasp. "…and I'll make sure you regret it."