Page 78 of Spotlight Hearts

Luca’s eyes darken. He doesn’t move away, but he doesn’t reach for me either.

“So what?” he says. “You want to pick up where we left off? Pretend the last ten days didn’t happen?”

“No.” I take another step. We’re close now, close enough that I can feel the heat of him. “I want to stop pretending. I want whatever this is. Even if it’s messy. Even if it scares me. I want you.”

“Well, I don’t want you.”

Luca’s voice is cold, flat, but his eyes betray him, they are dark, angry, and hurt all at once. He stands there in the dim light of the private cabin, arms crossed tight over his chest as though he’s trying to hold himself together.

I freeze.

The small space suddenly feels even smaller. The hum of the engines is the only sound between us for a long, painful second.

I step closer anyway.

“You’re lying,” I say quietly.

Luca’s jaw clenches. “Am I?”

“Yes.”

“Fuck you. You don’t know me.”

“I know you well enough to know that you’re scared, too.”

His eyes flash, and he backs me into the door. He plants his palm against the wall beside my head and lowers his face to within inches of mine. The anger in his eyes makes me second-guess coming back here. I’ve never seen him this way before.

“You think you know me?” he growls, voice low and dangerous. “You think you can walk away, not reach out for ten days, then come back and tell me you want me? After you made me feel like I was nothing? I’ve been there before, it’s not a place I want to ever be again.”

His free hand grabs the front of my shirt and yanks me forward until our chests collide. His mouth crashes into mine—hard, angry, and punishing. He bites my bottom lip, hard enough to sting, then soothes it with his tongue only to bite again.

I groan into his mouth. He doesn’t let me pull back, but I’m not sure if I would. He kisses me like he’s trying to punish me for every second I made him wait, for every time I ran.

He breaks the kiss only to drag his teeth down my neck, nipping sharply at the sensitive skin over my pulse point. I hiss at the sting, but my cock twitches hard in my pants.

“You don’t get to do this,” he snarls against my throat. “You don’t get to push me away and then come crawling back when you’re lonely.”

His hand slides down, palming me roughly through my jeans. I buck into his touch, gasping.

“Luca—”

“Shut up.”

He spins me around, pressing my chest against the door. His body covers mine from behind, hips grinding against my ass so I can feel how hard he is.

“You want me?” he growls in my ear. “Fine. But we’re doing this my way.”

After reaching around and unbuttoning my pants, he yanks my jeans and underwear down in one rough motion. The cool air hits my skin. His hand slides between my legs, fingers finding my hole without hesitation. He doesn’t prep me gently. I hear him spit and then two slick fingers push in, stretching me open while his teeth sink into the back of my shoulder.

I moan, forehead pressed to the door, hips pushing back against his hand, telling him without words that this is exactly what I want.

“You’re going to take me,” he says, voice dark and rough. “Just like you took me that night. I’m going to make you as raw as you made me.”

He pulls his fingers out. I hear the sound of his zipper, the rustle of fabric. Then the bare blunt head of his cock presses against me.

He leans back slightly, and I hear him spit again, before feeling it slide between my crack. Then he pushes in.

The stretch burns, but the pain mixes with pleasure so intense it makes my vision blur. He doesn’t give me time to adjust. He bottoms out in one deep thrust, hips slamming against my ass.