Holy. Shit.
Luka looked crushed, and it was heartbreaking.
His gaze swung away from me, and he stared at the fire, coursing a dark hand through his hair. I wondered if he was trying to calculate where he’d made an error in his equation since he hadn’t gotten the answer he was expecting.
The night after that horrible dinner with his father, I’d told Luka I’d never love him. Somewhere along the way, I began to wonder if he could do the impossible. Had he already? No. I couldn’t be in love with him. He’d marked me as his and stained my soul to match his perfect shade of black, but I wasn’t ready to be in love with Luka Markovic.
His attention snapped back to me, his eyes focused. His pants were undone, and within a heartbeat, his dick pushed inside. I groaned at the intrusion, but I was happy. I wanted our bodies fused together.
The chain was snatched up. “Whose cock is that fucking you right now?”
Tug. I was eager to answer. “Luka.”
He began to pump his hips and injected me with his heat. “Who knows exactly how to make you come?”
Tug. “Luka.”
Even though the ropes immobilized me, his free hand locked on my waist and pinned me down. His thrusts were rough and furious, jolting me. “Tell me who you think about all the time.”
He didn’t even have to pull on the chain. “Luka,” I gasped in between his body slamming into mine. The desk banged against the floor and the ropes dug into my skin. “Luka, Luka, Luka . . .”
He pitched forward, fisting the chain tighter and brought us nose to nose. His eyes were full of darkness. Pools of liquid sin I would be thrilled to drown in.
“Who do you exist for?” he snarled, yanking the chain so hard my back bowed up and my chest met his.
“Luka!”
I came violently off of the pain and the pleasure, shattering beneath him. His lips sealed over mine, and I was sure he was sealing my fate with his devastating kiss.
π
We didn’t speak about it.
He made me come a second time on the desk, and then he’d followed after. He’d untied me, we’d gotten dressed in silence, and went to bed.
It bothered him over the next week, even though he said nothing. We ate our lunches and dinners together when our schedules allowed, and spent our nights in his big bed, learning more about each other and our lives. Nothing was off limits to him when he got curious, sexually or intellectually.
It was a Thursday night. I tossed and turned in bed, unable to keep my mind quiet. My financial aid package had arrived this afternoon and I’d discussed with Luka. While it would help, I’d still be looking at massive loans. It was normal to graduate from medical school with one hundred thousand dollars’ worth of debt, but that didn’t make it any easier to stomach. He’d gone quiet when he saw the paperwork, considering it carefully, but there was little to be done.
It was what it was.
“You’ll be fine,” he commented. “You’ll pay those off in the first few years.”
But now it was after midnight and I couldn’t shut off my brain. I had to get up and do something, even if it was just to stop disturbing Luka every time I shifted beneath the sheets. I didn’t have class until noon tomorrow, but he had work.
I threw on my robe over my pajamas and padded down the hallway. I’d get something to drink and then surf the internet or read. Anything to distract. Anything to keep from thinking about my future and whether or not the man I’d left in bed was going to be a part of it.
Light glowed from beneath Vasilije’s door, but it wasn’t surprising. He always seemed to go to bed late. I poured a glass of white wine, hoping it’d make me sleepy, or deaden my noisy thoughts. I was halfway to the office when a hulking figure appeared in the open hallway that ran beside the dining room.
“You’re up late,” Vasilije said. He stood casually, but he was blocking my route to the office, and I couldn’t shake the feeling he was doing it on purpose.
“Yeah.” I wasn’t sure what else to say, and waited expectantly for him to move, but he didn’t. It forced me to go into the darkened dining room.
“Hey, hold up. I want to talk to you for a minute about something.”
Apprehension needled along my spine. Luka had an emotionless mask to hide what was going on inside, and it seemed as if his brother was the opposite. Vasilije’s large, warm grin disguised the empty chaos beneath.
He hurried around me into the room, blocking off my exit once more. “It’s about Luka.”
I swallowed thickly. “What about him?”
“You don’t have to be his prisoner. I can help you.”