(Luca's POV)
I stood there, watching her, the air thick with tension. Emma’s resistance was almost laughable, yet I couldn’t help but be intrigued. She had the fire that I craved—fury and defiance, all wrapped in the most beautiful package. But what fascinated me even more was that despite all her anger, despite all her protests, I could feel the heat coming from her.
She wanted this. She couldn’t hide it.
Her chest rose and fell rapidly as she tried to control her breathing, but her body betrayed her, as always. There was no hiding the way she responded to me. Her gaze flickered, soft and vulnerable, and I saw it—just for a second—the shift in her eyes.
The truth.
She wanted me.
I could see it in the way she bit her lip, the way her pulse quickened whenever I moved closer. It was a
