Page 133 of Ruined

“I’m yours.”

A wicked smirk tugged at my lips.

My hips slammed into him, my pace punishing. The sound of skin against skin echoed, mixing with the ragged noises spilling from him. He was losing himself to me, and I wouldn’t let him find his way back.

I shifted, hitting that spot inside him that made his body jerk. He swore, his head falling back. My hands gripped his thighs, forcing him to take every inch.

“That’s it,” I muttered. “You can take it.”

His moans cracked, and I leaned down, my mouth tracing the sharp lines of his collarbone. I kissed him, bit him, licked a trail up his throat.

“You feel so good, sweetheart. I can’t get enough of you.”

His body tensed under me, muscles shaking, fingers twisting the sheets like they were the only thing keeping him grounded. I angled my hips again, thrusting harder, and the cry that tore from him was almost enough to undo me.

I could feel him unraveling. His body coiled tight before he broke apart, shaking as his release hit. He moaned my name, and the sound ripped through me like fire.

“That’s it, baby,” I growled. “Come for me.”

The way he clenched around me dragged me under, and I thrust once more as my release hit. It ripped through me like a goddamn explosion.

I collapsed over him, bracing myself on my forearms, my breath ragged against his ear. Luca’s chest heaved under mine, his body still shivering.

I pressed a kiss to his temple. “You’re mine. You always will be.”

Luca turned his head, claiming my lips.

And fuck, I’d never felt so complete.

I broke the kiss. “Luca, you okay?”

He let out a shaky laugh. “Better than okay. That was… Jesus, Dom.”

I chuckled, withdrawing slowly. He hissed as I helped him lie flat on the bed.

I rolled onto my side, propping myself up on an elbow to look at him. His flushed skin, the faint sheen of sweat on his brow, the way his chest rose and fell—it was all so unapologetically Luca. Raw, open, and utterly captivating.

“You’re beautiful, you know that?”

His smirk faltered. “Stop.”

“You are. Every part of you.”

His gaze shifted to the shadows on the ceiling. “Tomorrow, I’m telling them that I’m gay.”

“Your family?”

He nodded, his hands fidgeting with the edge of the sheet.

“You want me there?” I asked.

He shook his head.

I wanted to tell him it’d be okay, that his family would accept him, but I couldn’t lie. I knew what it was like to lose everything for being who you were.

“What if they take it badly?” he whispered.

I took his hand. “Then you’ll have me.”