CHAPTER 3
MALACHI
Never in my life did I think I’d end up here—on my knees, wrists chained, mouth still tasting him. My cheeks are sticky, my lips swollen, my chest rising too fast.
And for some depraved reason… I’m enjoying it.
The thought alone should make me want to spit, to shove him away, to reclaim whatever dignity I had left. But my knees stay planted on the carpet, my head tilted back to meet his eyes. His dark, slow smile tells me he knows exactly what’s going through my head.
“You liked it,” Luca says, voice dripping with certainty.
“I didn’t.” My voice is rough.
“You did.” His thumb strokes the corner of my mouth, catching spit and… the rest. “Your eyes told me before you did.”
I want to look away, but his hand moves to my jaw, tilting my face up. “Open.”
I hate how eas
