Page 96 of Ruined

“Shut up.”

“Where the hell are we going?”

He shoved open the door to a dimly lit bathroom and pulled me in after him. The door slammed shut behind us, the echo ringing off the tiled walls. My back hit the cool surface, and before I could get a word out, Luca was on me.

He gripped the front of my shirt. His pupils were blown, his hair disheveled, sweat lining his brow. He looked unhinged with desperation.

“I need you,” he rasped.

I froze. “What?—”

“Justshut up, Dom.” His hands tightened, and he dropped his forehead to mine. “I need to feel good. Please. Make me feel good.”

I stared at him. “Luca…talk to me.”

“I can’t. I can’t fucking think. I haven’t slept. Every time I close my eyes, he’s there. Alexei. I can’t get rid of him, but you—” He swallowed hard, his hands shaking as he let go of my shirt. “You’re the only thing that makes it stop.”

“Luca, why the fuck are you chasing Alexei?”

“Not now. Now, I need you. Please.”

I’d never seen him like this before. Luca, who’d rather chew glass than admit he needed someone, begged me to hold him together. I slid my hands to his waist, pulling him in closer.

He kissed me. His tongue slipped past my parted lips, slick and hungry, like he needed to forget whatever tore him apart. His fingers clawed into my hair, yanking hard as he kissed me.

I groaned. “Fuck, Luca.”

He pushed me against the wall, his chest heaving against mine, his teeth catching my bottom lip and tugging, enough to send heat bolting down my spine. My hands slid up his back, feeling the tension in every muscle as he shuddered against me.

He pulled back, his lips swollen. “I needyou to fuck me.”

I blinked. “Right here?”

“Yes.”

“Luca, I can’t. We don’t have lube, and it’ll hurt?—”

His eyes watered. “Please.”

I couldn’t take it when he looked at me like that. “Why don’t we go home and talk about it?”

He sank down, his hands already at my belt, yanking it free. The leather hit the floor with a dull clatter, and he unzipped me.

He freed my cock, his hand wrapping me. His mouth was on me next. Fuck. My head tipped back as he sucked hard. His tongue flicked over the head, and my breath caught.

Luca’s heated gaze flicked up to meet mine, and took me deeper. I tugged at his hair, but he wouldn’t let me take full control. He gripped my thighs, holding me steady as he worked me. My breathing hitched with every wet sound that filled the room.

I yanked him up by his hair. His lips were swollen, slick with spit and precum, and I didn’t give him a chance to recover. Mymouth crashed into his, tasting myself on him as I dragged him upright.

“Turn around,” I muttered against his lips. “Face the wall.”

He obeyed, placing his hands flat against the cool tile, his back arching slightly. I stepped behind him, running my hands down his waist, gripping his hips.

“You sure you want this?”

He threw a heated glare over his shoulder.

I leaned in to bite the curve of his neck. His body arched into me, a soft sound escaping his lips that went straight to my cock. He tensed, his hands flat on the wall, his breathing already uneven.