Luca's POV
I walked out of her room, my heart hammering in my chest, but my face gave nothing away. The moment I stepped into the hallway, I took a deep breath, pulling the icy calm back over myself. Control. That’s what I needed—what I always had. Emma was testing the limits of it, but I wouldn’t let her win.
The door clicked shut behind me, the sound reverberating in my ears. My mind was a whirl of images—her body, her fire, the way she had tried so hard to stand up to me, even when she knew it was futile.
She was stubborn, but I knew she was breaking. The more she fought, the more I could feel her slipping. She didn’t realize it, but I had seen the way her body responded to me, the way her pulse quickened, the way her breaths came in shallow, ragged gasps.
I had seen it in her eyes—
