I thought about backing out. I wasn’t ready to face her. I didn’t want to give her any answers. Not yet.
When she turned, I closed the distance between us and closed my mouth over hers, thrusting a hand into her hair desperately. I needed to forget.
I needed tofeel.
Leda gave a small cry of surprise, but she didn’t fight me.
A moment later, her lips responded and her arms sliding around my neck, holding me there. I wanted to taste every crevice of her mouth, nipping at her lips until she opened for me, and I swept in. Her light citrus scent flooded my nostril as I slid my other hand into her hair.
“Fuck,” I whispered, tracing her jawline with my lips. “God, I missed you.” I pulled her closer until she was flush against my body. My cock rose like a flag on a pole at the sudden change, and I growled low in my throat. I could make her forget what I had done. I could fuck her until she screamed my name.
Until she forgot that I tried to give her up.
When my lips reached the cradle of her neck, Leda pushed me back. Hard eyes stared at me and she shook her head.
“No.” She stepped back. “You don’t get to come in here and do that.”
Chapter 6
Lucas
I rolled my shoulders. “Is this still about the fucking car?”
Her eyes widened before her mouth pursed in a frown. “Are you serious, Lucas? I don’t care about the car! I mean, I do, but that’s not it! This is about the fact that you put me on the auction block! I trusted you!”
I knew she was pissed about it, but what she didn’t know was that it didn’t change one fact about how I cared for her, even if I had done a shitty job of showing her.
Leda held out a finger to me. “You told me you cared for me. You told me youlovedme.”
“So did you,” I bit out, crossing my arms over my chest. “Actually, you told me after I rescued you. Do you still mean it?”
Her mouth closed then opened. “You know, Lucas,” she said, dropping her hand. “I’m not sure anymore. What am I to you? You came back, sure, but was it because you had a change of heart, or you just hated seeing me with somebody else?”
I bristled. She was right on both accounts.
Leda let out a small, humorless laugh. “See? You can’t even tell me that much! How can you expect me to love someone who doesn’t give a shit about me, or at the very least, behonestwith me?”
“Is that it? Is that what you think?” I asked, keeping my emotions in check. “Do you think I don’t give a shit about you?”
“Isn’t it just like you’ve been saying this entire fucking time?” She asked. “You’re a Don. Youonlygive a shit about being on top.”
Before I could retort, she turned away from me.
“And you have blood on your hands, Lucas. Blood you can’t ever atone for.”
Her words gave me pause. Hell, I had a lot of blood on my hands, but I knew she didn’t mean that. She meant something else.
“Do you think I’m a monster?”
“I do.”
“A monster like your father?”
“I do.”
I closed my eyes and let the words flood over me. So that’s what it was. My feet carried me closer to her automatically. When I opened my eyes, she was looking up at me. Her eyes were big, but no longer innocent.
Instead, an angry fire burned in them.