26: Between Lies and Longing
26: Between Lies and Longing
"I should be the only man touching her—but I could still taste him on her skin."
Luca’s POV
A Scent That Doesn’t Belong
I felt it the moment I stepped back into the bedroom.
It wasn’t just the lingering warmth of her body—
It was him.
Dante.
His presence clung to the air like poison, faint but undeniable.
And worse?
I could still smell him on her.
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I clenched my jaw, fighting the violent surge of jealousy burning through me.
I had taken her blood.
I had bound her to me.
She was supposed to be mine.
But even with my mark on her—he still found a way in.
And that meant I wasn’t in control anymore.
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Isabella stood by the window, wrapped in a silk robe, her hair still damp from the shower.
But it wasn’t just water on her skin.
It was his touch.
And as much as I wanted to rip the room apart, there was only one thing I needed.
To remind her exactly who she belonged to.
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I moved before she could speak—grabbing her waist and pinning her against the window, my body flush against hers.
Her breath hitched, but she didn’t pull away.
"Did you let him touch you?" I growled, my voice rough with barely contained rage.
She swallowed hard, her hands trembling against my chest.
"Luca—"
"Did he kiss you, dolcezza?" My teeth grazed her jawline, but I didn’t give her a chance to answer.
I slid my knee between her thighs, spreading her legs as my fingers tugged at the belt of her robe.
"You smell like him," I hissed. "I should punish you for that."
Her head fell back against the glass, a soft, breathless moan escaping her lips.
"I didn’t stop him," she whispered.
The confession cut through me like a blade—and it made me harder.
"You’re mine," I growled, dragging the robe from her body. "And I’ll make you remember it."
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I lifted her effortlessly, pressing her against the cold glass, the city lights glittering below us.
Her legs wrapped around my waist as I ripped her panties aside, exposing her soaked heat.
"You’re dripping for me," I murmured, dragging my cock against her folds.
"Not for him. For me."
And then, without warning—
I slammed into her, burying myself to the hilt.
She cried out, nails digging into my shoulders as I thrust deep and hard, my body demanding to erase every trace of Dante.
"You’re mine," I said again, my voice shaking with possession.
"And no one else gets to touch what’s mine."
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Isabella’s POV
Lost Between Two Monsters
I knew I should feel guilty.
I knew I should fight it.
But as Luca thrust ruthlessly inside me, I could only hold on—my body responding to his rage-fueled need.
His hand slid between us, flicking my clit in rough, punishing circles.
"You let him touch you," he groaned, his breath hot against my neck.
"But I make you cum."
I shattered around him—my body tightening, clenching, as waves of white-hot pleasure exploded through me.
But even as I moaned his name…
A part of me still felt Dante’s lips on mine.
And I couldn’t stop wanting both of them.
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Luca didn’t stop.
He thrust harder, deeper—pushing me toward the edge again, until I felt my body coil, ready to break.
And when he came—hot and hard inside me—he bit down on my neck, his fangs sinking deep, marking me again.
But as my blood flowed into his mouth…
I felt the bond between us tighten.
And for a fleeting moment, I wondered—
Was this about claiming me… or controlling me?
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Luca pulled back, his silver eyes still blazing as he wiped the blood from his lips.
"You’re mine," he repeated, softer this time.
But as I caught my breath, something flickered behind his gaze—
Guilt.
"Luca?" I whispered. "What aren’t you telling me?"
He hesitated.
Just for a second.
But it was long enough.
And I knew.
The blood oath wasn’t just about binding me to him.
It was about keeping something from me.
And if I ever found out what it was…
It might destroy us both.