Chapter 11: Emma’s POV
The room was silent, eerily so, after Luca stormed out. I stood by the door, still shaken, my chest rising and falling as I tried to steady my breath. My body was at war with itself, my mind battling the overwhelming pull Luca had on me. My skin still tingled where his hands had been, the roughness of his touch lingering like a brand.
I hated him.I despised him for his control over me, his taking without permission, and his treating me as nothing but his belonging. However, within me lurked a deceitful side that couldn't ignore the powerful bond between us and how my body reacted to him despite my internal anger.
I hugged myself tightly, attempting to rid myself of his presence, but it proved futile. What is the most dreadful aspect? I had given permission for it
