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to swallow all the space in her
bedroom, making it difficult to breathe as he lowered her to the bed. The
feminine pastels should have been a jarring backdrop for his masculinity, but
he looked right, settled on her bed, against her pale purple sheets. Maybe it
was because she had imagined him there so many times in the past few months.
    As he straddled her, she put up her hands,
resting them against her chest. “You don’t have to do this. Please, let me
explain.”
    He sighed, sounding impatient. “Enough. I
can think of much more pleasurable uses for your mouth—like wrapped around my
cock.”
    She moaned, unable to resist picturing the
mental image his words evoked. Her pussy grew wetter and she squirmed.
    Luca chuckled while shifting his weight to
free one of his hands. Phoebe tensed when he brought a hand between her thighs,
his fingers slipping inside her folds to find the slippery little bud hiding
within. She cried out as he stroked her clit, arching against his hand. “So
hot, mia tesoro .” Luca penetrated her with two of his fingers.
“And so tight. Surprising, considering your previous…experience.”
    She flinched, torn between anger and hurt,
all the while under the onslaught of his expert fingers. Pride demanded she
push him away. Phoebe pressed her palms against his chest. “Get off me.”
    “Not yet.” With ruthless precision, Luca
continued stroking and thrusting his fingers inside her.
    Tears of shame blurred her eyes as her body
responded, giving him the climax he sought. She turned her head, trying to hide
her tears as they escaped to trickle down her cheeks.
    Luca said something in Italian that sounded
like a curse. With the same hand he’d had between her legs, he wiped away the
moisture with his thumb. “I apologize. That comment was unnecessary.”
    She took a deep breath, struggling to
restore her calm before speaking. Her voice was still thick with tears when she
said, “This isn’t going to work. You hate me. How can you still want me?”
    Luca eased himself off her body to lie
beside her. “I don’t hate you. I wish I could, but I don’t. I do not understand
the avarice that drives you, but I had a privileged upbringing that you
lacked.”
    She didn’t try to proffer an explanation
again. “I can’t do this. Your snide words…the anger. I just can’t.” But what
choice was there? Even if she could convince him to accept the check from
Salvatore and release her from this twisted deal, Anya would be just as blind,
with no hope.
    Luca caressed her hip. “I can’t promise I
will always be able to control my anger with you, but I will not make such
comments again, especially when we are in bed together.”
    In defeat, she rolled into his arms as he
turned her. The thought of being his whore for however long he wanted her was
heartbreaking, but Anya’s needs came before her own. Not that her needs didn’t
include Luca, at least physically, she admitted to herself when he lifted her
leg to position her for his cock. She bit hard on her tongue to keep in her
cries of pleasure as his cock entered her. It would be even more humiliating
for him to know the depth of her desire.
    Silently, she counselled herself not to
reveal that she still planned to leave tomorrow. He would be furious, but Anya
needed her. When she returned, she would make herself available until his
revenge burned itself out. Perhaps he would even reconsider the whole idea
during her absence, since he had now had sex with her. She allowed herself to
cling to the hope as Luca drove in and out of her, hoping each thrust of his
cock brought her one step closer to absolution.

Chapter Three
     
    He had been true to his word, having spent
most of the night fucking her in myriad ways. Phoebe was sore in places she
hadn’t even remembered existed and the hot water cascading over her did little
to ease the pleasurable aches. It would serve him right if every muscle in his
body screamed in protest from their night of