CHAPTER EIGHT
Juliette’s POV
The morning sun filtered through the sheer curtains, casting golden light over the room. The air was warm, laced with the remnants of last night—passion, heat, and something unspoken lingering between us.
I stirred, the weight of an arm draped possessively over my waist, pulling me back against a solid chest.
Luca.
The events of last night crashed over me like a tidal wave. The way he had touched me, the way he had ruined me completely, making sure I had no reason to be mad at him anymore.
But now, in the quiet of the morning, reality crept in.
I was still in the lion’s den.
I shifted carefully, attempting to slide out from under his grip, but his hold only tightened.
"Going somewhere, baby girl?" His voice was rough, still laced with sleep, but there
