Chapter Thirty One Blood on Her Hands

The room still smelled of them. Sweat and heat, the raw edge of need barely satisfied. Sheets tangled at their feet, Sienna’s skin marked by Luca’s mouth, Luca’s chest heaving as if he hadn’t taken her three times but run a war.

He lay back against the pillows, one arm hooked under his head, eyes l...

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