Luca’s POV
While heading back to the estate, the only sound in the car was the soft rumble of the engine. The soft glow of the streetlights brightened the calm city streets. But my mind was anything but still. It was a storm of conflicting thoughts, a tangle of emotions I couldn’t afford to entertain.
The memory of Emma’s bare skin flashed in my mind, uninvited. Her body, the way it responded to me, the way she had melted against me despite the fire of resistance in her eyes—it all haunted me like a stubborn ghost. I had taken her, claimed her in a way that left no room for misunderstanding. She was mine. She knew it. I knew it.
But there was something about her reaction that gnawed at me.
I had anticipated that she would put up more of a struggle, to oppose me with the passion she fre
