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Chapter 36 (Luca)

Penulis: SammiJo Hewitt
last update Terakhir Diperbarui: 2026-01-15 04:34:47

She was still standing there looking out at the storm that had rolled in, barefoot, defiant, and breathtaking. The storm outside hadn’t touched her, but I had. And I was about to again.

I stepped forward, slow enough to give her time to run. She didn’t.

“You know what happens if you stay,” I said, voice low, rough with restraint.

Her chin lifted. “I’m not afraid of you.”

That was the problem. She should be.

I reached for her, fingers grazing the curve of her jaw, and she didn’t flinch. Her skin was warm, pulse fluttering beneath my thumb. I leaned in, letting the silence stretch, letting her feel the heat of me before I kissed her—hard, claiming, like I’d been starving and she was the only thing that could feed me.

Her breath hitched as I pulled her closer, one hand sliding down her spine, the other anchoring her hip against mine. She fit there like she was made for it—like every fight, every smart-ass remark, every time she’d pushed me away had been foreplay for this.

“I warned you,”
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