Chapter 4

Luca’s POV

The journey back to the mansion was a haze of rage and annoyance. I couldn't shake off the lingering, disturbing arousal that had filled the drive. Emma's rebellious attitude, her sudden burst of emotions, and her bold display of her body had triggered a difficult-to-manage response in me. When I arrived at the grand house, I was prepared to release my bottled-up anger. 

My plan was straightforward. Emma needed to be reminded of her position. Her resistance and efforts to sabotage me had led to this point. I had to make her understand, in the most physical way imaginable, who held the power. 

Emma occupied my every thought as I strolled through the magnificent entrance. Her wide swaying hips and bum, anger, and vulnerability fueled a growing fire within me. Her eyes widening when she discovered I saw her naked perfectly revealed her mixed feelings, and it only made me more determined to show my dominance over her. 

I walked to her room with a focused determination. 

Emma’s defiance would end tonight, and I would be the one to do it. The maids who had scurried around me earlier were now replaced by Matthias, who stood guard outside her room. He showed a blend of worry and interest in his expression, yet he refrained from interrogating me. 

I sharply told Matthias he was dismissed. “Ensure that we are not disturbed by anyone.”

His eyes opened a little wider, but he nodded and went back down the hall. I didn't delay at all. I opened Emma's door without knocking. I was greeted by an unexpected sight. Emma stood in the center of her room, unclothed, staring directly at me with an expression of shock and determination. 

"Luca!" she exclaimed, her tone filled with surprise and frustration. 

I didn't allow her the opportunity to respond any further. I covered the space between us with three long steps and closed the gap. My anger towards her previous disobedience and the sick satisfaction of witnessing her vulnerability motivated me to act. I seized her shoulders, my fingers sinking into her tender skin. There was no space for softness or indecision at this time. 

Anger burned in her eyes, along with a hint of something familiar yet unwelcome that I couldn't ignore. The pure, unedited desire I noticed in her gaze reflected my own. I forcefully pressed my lips to hers, creating a kiss just as intense and insistent as my hold on her shoulders. 

She attempted to refuse, but I didn't allow her the opportunity. I entered her mouth with my tongue, detecting a mixture of her resistance and my longing. Despite her efforts, her body reacted to the kiss. I could sense her shivering under my caress, her chest moving quickly as she breathed. 

"Quit resisting," I snarled as I drew her nearer with our lips pressed together. “Emma, you belong to me. You must keep that in mind." 

She moved back a bit, breathing heavily, yet I didn't stop.I seized her again, my hands seeking out every part of her naked body with a possessive desire. While hugging her, I felt the heat from her body, the curves of her hips, and the softness of her breasts. 

Emma's hands left light marks on my chest as she scratched me, but I found pleasure in her rebellion. My longing for her grew even stronger. She couldn't defeat my complete dominance and authority. 

I pulled her to the edge of the bed and firmly pushed her onto it. There was a combination of fear and defiance in her eyes, however, her feelings were of no concern to me at that time. My only focus was on affirming my authority. 

I didn't hesitate and skillfully removed my clothes. My body was already reacting to the growing desire, and I was excited to fulfill my needs. Emma's eyes grew wider when she saw me naked, and I noticed a flicker of emotion that brought a smile to my face - a combination of fear and undeniable longing. 

I positioned myself amidst her legs, separating them with the same intensity as my previous kiss. She recoiled when I touched her, but I was indifferent. I was entitled to her body, and I would make it known who was in control with a powerful demonstration. 

I snarled, my voice a harsh whisper against her ear. “You’re nothing but a plaything, Emma. Remember that.”

Upon penetration, I noticed her body becoming tense, with her muscles tightening around me. The sounds escaping her were a combination of suffering and enjoyment, indicating her struggle to control her feelings. The noises she produced, her body's movements and contortions under me, demonstrated the inner turmoil she was experiencing. 

I gazed into her eyes and found the truth within them. Although she showed resistance outwardly, her body was revealing her true feelings. Her reaction to every movement, the way her breaths sped up, all indicated a separate tale. She despised me, yet she couldn't ignore the enjoyment I provided. 

I didn't restrain myself. I tested her boundaries, pushed her to the brink with a powerful intensity that allowed no space for softness. The bed groaned as we shifted positions, and the room echoed with the noise of our bodies crashing together. Emma clutched the sheets tightly, her nails piercing the material as though it could tether her to the real world. 

"Do you believe you can challenge me?" 

Without saying a word, her body's response revealed her desire, clutching me tightly in line with my own longing. I could see the conflict inside her as anger and desire filled her eyes. 

The intense connection we shared was pure and instinctual, with no space for deception. I drove her to the edge, and as I finally climaxed, it was with a powerful and satisfying intensity that left me feeling drained yet excited. 

I backed off, breathing heavily. Emma was lying beneath me, her body red and shaking. She had shut her eyes, and I could see the tears that had escaped. However, there was another element in her face that indicated to me that she had actually liked the intensity of our interaction, even though she despised me. 

I dressed quickly, my mind already shifting back to the control I needed to maintain. Emma remained silent as I left the room, her eyes still closed, and I could tell she was lost in her own turmoil.

As I walked away, I felt a twisted satisfaction. Emma was now firmly in her place, and I had made sure she knew it. Her resistance had only fueled my need to dominate her, and I would continue to assert my control in every way possible.

Tonight had been a reminder of who held the power, and Emma’s struggle had only made it more satisfying. No matter how much she despised me, she was slowly grasping her role in my life. Above all, that was the most important thing.