LUCA'S POV
She was sin itself.
I shouldn't want her, I shouldn't touch her, but I did, and I craved more without stopping. I meant every word. I wanted to fall for her, die for her, and let her ruin me all she f*****g wanted, even when a tad bit of subconscious voice screamed at me not to let my guard down.
For all I knew, I could be nothing but some form of closure for her. She had broken herself when Antonio had died. What if that was all she wanted me for? Some damned replacement? Some error to be fixed? She couldn’t have Antonio anymore, and now she'd hop for me?
But I nudged those dangerous thoughts aside, my eyes lost in hers as we pulled away from the kiss. Not for once did I loosen my grip on her.
I wasn’t exactly certain how I survived for so long, telling myself she
