LUCA
I barely made it out of the room.
My breath was ragged, my eyes blurry with lust, my c**k so hard it hurt. I had to force myself to walk, my legs stiff, every muscle in my body rejecting my decision to leave.
I should have made love to her.
I should have buried myself deep, should have ripped off those tight little pants and taken what she had been so ready to give.
Instead, I walked away.
Why?
My fingers were shaking at my sides as I stepped into the hall. I couldn't even f*****g think straight.
Her taste, the sound of her moans, the way she had looked up at me with her lips stretched around my c**k; it was burned into my skull, running in my mind, driving me mad.
Pietro was still standing outside the door. He straightened when he saw me.
I barely look
