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Claire

I’m tempted to get up and pound my fists against the door until he opens it. I doubt he’s on the other side, though, so it would only leave me with bruised hands.

Who does he think he is to kidnap me and bring me here? I pushed him too far. The way he attacked Carter, all because of one little lie. All I wanted to do was hurt him, but that set off a chain of events I never would have expected. I can only hope Carter is okay. Lucca proved to me all over again who he was beneath the shiny knight he tried to put on display.

I look around at my prison. There’s a queen-sized bed with grey sheets and pillows in the center of the room. A dresser against the wall in front of the bed, and a small flat-screen TV mounted in the room’s corner.

One whiff, and I know it’s Lucca’s bedroom. The scent is woodsy, like cedar and clove, and I breathe it deep into my lungs. As always, the smell of him leaves me calm. I scoot the snacks and water aside and sit on the bed. Pulling my knees up to my chest, I wrap my arms around them and stare at the door.

I know I should be worried, maybe even scared, and I guess a part of me is since I know when it comes to me, Lucca is a loose cannon. More than any of those other emotions, I am excited. There is a hum in my blood and a swarm of butterflies in my gut. Still, I’m angry. Angry that he took me. Angry that he tries to control every aspect of my life as if it’s his job to ensure my safety. Angry that he broke my heart and refused to see me as more than his kid sister.

I let that anger push to the forefront of my mind. Why am I sitting here like a damsel in distress waiting for him to return? Why am I not saving myself?

I scoot to the edge of the bed and glare at the door. I’m on my feet and standing in front of it a second later. The cold metal handle makes me shiver as I wrap my hand around it.

I jiggle it just to be certain it’s locked and grow even angrier, finding it is. I mean, I don’t know what I was expecting. The door was locked as soon as he closed it. Stomping back to the bed, I pause and look out the window.

The window. Slapping myself in the forehead, I march over to the window and pull back the curtains. I press on the glass with my hands, trying to open it, but it doesn’t budge, not even an inch. I realize when I see the small lock at the bottom near the lip of the window there is no escape.NôvelDrama.Org: text © owner.

Did he plan to take me all along?

I wouldn’t be surprised if he did. It seems he’s set on controlling me in any way he can. A smile tugs at my lips, lifting them at the sides. Jokes on him. Now is my chance to make him see me, the real me, the one who has always wanted him.

Even if I had to use Carter to get here, it will be worth it once this is all over. Walking back over to the bed, I sit at the edge and prepare myself for what’s coming. He set this up, and when all the pieces fall, he’ll have no one to blame but himself.

Lucca is mine.

* * *

An hour later, he returns and unlocks the door but doesn’t engage in any type of conversation with me. I leap from the bed and follow him out into the hall.

“You can’t just leave me locked in bedrooms while you do whatever you want. That’s not what normal people do,” I scold, following on his heels.

Jesus, he’s basically jogging through the house.

He halts, and I barely catch myself from smacking right into him. Whirling around, he stares down at me like a misbehaving child. “I can do whatever I want, Claire. Also, I never said I was normal. I said I know how to act normal. Remember, I’m a monster?”

The condescending tone he gives me makes me want to slap him.

“Oh, I haven’t forgotten.” I curl my lip.

His blue eyes flash with an unreadable emotion. “I got us dinner. Come and eat. It will be the only time you get to eat until morning, so don’t push me, Claire, or you’ll end up locked back in that bedroom. Except, this time, I’ll tie you to the bed for safe measure.”

I can’t explain why, but my nipples harden, and my core heats at the thought. Before last night, I’ve never considered letting a man touch me, let alone tie me up, but the anticipation of Lucca doing it makes me want it all the more.

I swallow around the golf ball-sized lump in my throat and press my lips together. What am I supposed to say to him? Yes, please, tie me up? I don’t want to push him again too soon.

The heat between our bodies smolders until it becomes unbearable, and only then does Lucca turn around and start walking again. I resume following behind him, but at a much slower pace.

For the first time, I actually inspect the apartment. It is clean, sleek, and updated with neutral-colored paint and furniture. How long has he lived here?

As soon as we walk into the kitchen, and I see the bag from Olive Garden, I nearly squeal. I love that place.

“Sit,” Lucca orders, pointing at the stools on the opposite side of the long island. “I will dish out the food.”” I bite my tongue, knowing whatever response I have won’t help me, and instead, do just as he says.

As soon as he sets the plate of food down in front of me, I eat. I don’t care how unladylike I might look. I didn’t want to eat the stupid snacks in the bedroom, but now that I smell this, I’m actually starving. Once I’ve filled my stomach enough to stop the insistent growling, I look up from my plate and find Lucca staring at me.

He’s holding his plate in one hand while he leans against the counter, studying me like I’m an object under a microscope. I like it but hate it at the same time. I have no idea how he sees me, but I want to find out.

Placing my fork on my plate, I grab the glass of water he gave me and take a sip.

“Is Carter okay?” I ask.

At the mere mention of his name, Lucca’s features shift. His jaw becomes sharper, and his eyes narrow to slits. If I didn’t know him, I would think he might want to hurt me. At the very least, strangle me.

“Carter is none of your concern,” he snarls.

Oh god, he is still jealous of Carter. Even knowing that we haven’t done anything.

The question now is… why?

“Is there a reason you’re acting jealous? I already told you that Carter did nothing to me. He never touched me or even looked at me in a way that was sexual.”

“I’m not jealous,” he says.

Pfft, could’ve fooled me. I know I’ve pushed him enough today, but I can’t help myself. I’m going to do whatever I can to make him snap, to make him want me like I know deep down he does.

“It’s okay if you want me, Lucca,” I purr, trying my best to sound seductive.

A spark ignites in his eyes but disappears when he blinks. “I don’t want you, Claire. I just want to keep you safe, that’s it.”

“You can keep me safe with your cock inside of me.” I almost cover my mouth with my hand, shocked that I said such a vulgar thing.

Lucca snickers, the blue of his eyes almost black. “I hate to tell you, but the worst place you could ever be is on my dick. I don’t love, Claire. I don’t kiss. I don’t do flowers and swooning. I don’t do dates or call the next day. I just fuck, hard, raw, and fast.”

I gulp, taken back a little by his honesty. Surely, he would never be that way with me. I know Lucca. He would never hurt me.

“You were wrong, by the way. You thought my crush went away, it hasn’t. I still want you.”

Lucca shakes his head. “Don’t be stupid. Finish your food. I already told you I’m not jealous, and I don’t want you.”

“Could’ve fooled me,” I mutter before shoving a forkful of food into my mouth. The look Lucca is giving me promises many things, and I shiver involuntarily. He wants me, he’s just afraid to admit it. Afraid to look beyond the little girl I once was and see me for the woman that I’ve become.

When I’m finished with dinner, I follow Lucca down the hall and back into his bedroom. Lucca walks over to the dresser and starts opening drawers. “Since you refused to pack a bag, you’ll have to make do with my clothing.”

“What if I don’t want to wear your clothes?”

A dark shadow crosses his face as he peers at me over his shoulder. “It shouldn’t take you long to realize there are no options with me. You’ve pushed me far enough today. Do you really want to test me further?”

I almost nod my head. He’s so bossy and demanding, I can’t help but fight him on everything he says or does, especially when they’re choices that are made for me.

“Just give me the clothes.”

“That’s what I thought,” he says while handing me an oversized T-shirt and a pair of boxers. I’m reminded of our time together in the hotels while on the run. How I came onto him, and he pushed me away. I had never felt so alone in my life. I wanted his touch, his comfort, and all he made me feel was shame.

I crane my neck to look up at him. His dirty blonde hair is disheveled in a sexy but dangerous way. Just looking at him makes me want things I can never have.

“Why do I have to sleep here with you? I know there’s a room next door that I can use.”

“I can’t trust you not to run off and do something stupid. It’s more for your protection than anything.”

“Sure.” I shoulder past him and stomp toward a door across the room, hoping it’s the bathroom. Thankfully, once I turn on the light, I find it is, and I slip inside without further comment. I stand in front of the mirror and grip the edge of the sink. Inhaling deeply, I let the fresh oxygen rush into my lungs. I want Lucca. I want him badly, and I know he wants me.

Even in my drunken state, I remember him touching me and bringing me to orgasm. The bulge of his cock pressing against me, his panting breaths in my ear.

I glance at my reflection; I feel beautiful and ready. My red hair is like a beacon of light in the dark. My green eyes are piercing, and my skin, minus a smattering of freckles, is clear.

I’m young but not dumb, and I know what I want. Now, all I have to do is make Lucca admit he wants it too. I smile like the devil, knowing exactly what I have to do to make it happen.