“No.” She stuck out her bottom higher and he grunted in response. His hands dug deeper into the indent of her waist as he slammed into her. “Shiiit!” she keened as his pace grew more frenzied, her cheek sinking into the mattress as she gripped the bedcovers tighter. The tightness, the fullness, the repetitive friction was too much. She was afraid she was going to go out of her body when the crest hit. It hit her with such force that her knees gave out. Seconds later, Luca came, too.
She felt him jerk against her back, heard him cry out hoarsely, as he bucked twice, thrice, then his heavy weight settled on her back.
He eased off her immediately. They lay face to face, side by side. His index finger traced the slant of her brow, the bridge of her nose, swept on her upper lip. His brows were drawn together, studying her with the intensity of someone who was memorizing her features. Silence reigned. They didn’t speak until Luca’s lids started drooping. His hand settled on the curve of her hip. When his eyes were completely closed, it was the only time she could speak at all.
“Damn you, Luca Argenti,” she whispered. “Don’t make me fall for you.”
His eyelids flickered open and Sabrina jerked back in surprise. With horror, she realized he had just been hovering on the edges of sleep. His blue eyes were confused, as if he couldn’t make out who she was. Then his lids drifted close again. He sighed and settled deeper into the bed.
She exhaled in relief when he continued to slumber. She stared at the skylight and into the peeking moon until the clouds obscured it completely and then she too, succumbed to a heavy sleep.
Chapter 13
Sabrina woke up alone in bed. Her eyes were gritty. She had slept with her contact lens on for the first time, not daring to remove them in case Luca noticed and made the connection.
She had forgotten to pack her eye drops and now her eyes were dry. She blinked to try to moisten them. She groped for her mobile on the night table, absently noting the return of the signal icon that had been absent when they were in the middle of the Ionian Sea yesterday.
There was a message from Chase. She squinted. He wanted to fly out to Seirenada the day after tomorrow since his shoot in Italy would be ending earlier than anticipated. Could Sabrina extend her booking so they could spend several days together on the island and fly home to Los Angeles together?
Sabrina hesitated. Would Luca still want to see her after the wedding? He had made it clear that it was just a casual hook-up. Heat flooded her face because last night’s sex didn’t feel casual. To her at least. He had proceeded to demolish every bit of her control, wringing her surrender with every caress of his wicked fingers, every lash of his tongue and every deep thrust of his cock. Sabrina had fallen asleep on his chest, beyond wrecked.
They had woken up again in the wee hours of the morning to have slow, lingering sex. Luca had seemed to enjoy torturing her, denying her release until she bit his lip in frustration. He laughed darkly, pinning her with a look that was filled with hunger and something else, something seething under the surface that she didn’t want to unleash.
“Don’t ever forget I’m the one who makes you scream, beg, and cry for it.” If his words had sounded taunting, Sabrina had been past caring. If he was intent on ruining her for all men, then he had been successful. All she wanted was the release only Luca could give her. “Say my name,” he commanded hoarsely, and through her haze of acute need she detected a hint of anger in his voice. But there had been no time to dwell on it because the minute she cried out his name, he rewarded her with the sweetest, wildest release ever.
No wonder she overslept.
It was nine in the morning. Sabrina never stayed in bed beyond 7 am. But today was the day. It was now or never. She would finally have her chance to meet Markos Konstantinos at the wedding. She didn’t want anything from him. Just a chance for him and his brothers to know that she existed.
Liar! The voice in her head cried. If you didn’t want anything from him, then why cross an ocean to meet him?
I just want closure.
Closure? the voice derided. You want a new beginning.
Sabrina hopped out of bed, wrapping the blanket around her. She spied several huge gunmetal gray paper bags on the couch with the stylized A stamped on them. There were other boxes of the same color, too.
She frowned. She only needed one outfit after all. Maybe he wanted her to change for the reception?
She knew the wedding ceremony was to take place at 11 am in the historic church at the capital and the reception was to follow at the Royal Palace. She had plenty of time to shower and change, but she didn’t have anything for her face and hair. Maybe she could ask Luca to let her go to a parlor nearby?