Jamie felt the soreness before he even opened his eyes. Not pain. Not really. More like the echo of something that had torn him open and filled the hollow space inside him with something electric.
He stirred on the sheets, still half-naked, body a map of red marks and fingertip bruises. The hotel room was quiet, still. No sign of Luca. Just the lingering scent of his cologne in the air. That sleek, unshakable scent of power and something cruel beneath it.
Jamie sat up slowly, muscles aching. Every inch of him felt used.
Claimed.
He winced at the thought, because it wasn’t a complaint.
The knock on the door was soft. Authoritative.
He didn’t have to guess who it was.
When Jamie opened the door, Luca was already halfway in, his dark eyes scanning him like a possession returned. He was
