Emma’s POV
I lay on the bed, feeling the impact of Luca's powerful actions lingering in my body. The room was poorly illuminated, with shadows from the flickering hallway light creating a more dismal atmosphere. His rough touch left my skin tingling, and his lingering scent served as a constant reminder of our recent meeting.
The shame and disorientation swirled inside me, an emotional tempest that wouldn't calm down. Luca’s unexpected arrival, his forceful kiss, and the following intense interaction left me feeling violated yet strangely invigorated. I was perplexed by the mix of fury and excitement.
After he departed, I fell onto the bed, experiencing exhaustion in both mind and body. Tears ran unchecked, their salty paths contrasting sharply with the harsh, unchanging truth of my c
