SOFIA'S POV

“Come here.”

Luca’s voice cut through the dark of the penthouse like a blade. I had been lying awake in the open doorway of my room, thighs still slick from the way he’d left me hours earlier, body strung so tight every shift of the sheets felt like torture. The second he spoke I was on my feet.

He stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows, shirt discarded, trousers open, the thick length of his cock heavy in his fist as he stroked himself once, slow. City lights painted silver across the hard planes of his chest and stomach. His eyes were black with intent.

“I told you...