CHAPTER 128

Sophie

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I felt like a piece of sh*t. The smack sound of my hand against my head echoed off the walls of my room. “Oh sh*t,” I muttered, my voice rough and coarse. I threw myself back, my spine straight against the chair.

How do I face Luca? I didn’t even make any attempt to stop him. I remembered the question he asked: If I wanted him to stop? My stupid tongue said nothing.

I smacked my lips with my index finger. But then it suddenly lingered on my lips, tracing it as I remembered the feel of his lips on mine. How they hungrily ravaged my mouth, tasting every corner. A pleasant shiver shot through me, tightening my chest.

My eyes without my will closed, and images of him dashed in. His voice rolled over my skin, his hands—his strong hands—that picked and pinned me to the desk.

My hands went to my hips. The place where he had touched was still burnt; it was like he had carved himself on me. My thighs tightened, and my body quivered as it remembered his touch, his feel. A soft m