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refusing to give him
the answer he sought, to debase herself to that extent. She closed her eyes,
biting down hard on her lip when he fondled one of her breasts, his thumb
gently stroking her nipple.
    “Who, Phoebe?”
    Once again, she shook her head, though more
feebly. Her strength to resist him was rapidly diminishing. When he dipped his
head to take her nipple into his mouth, she cried out.
    “Say it, Phoebe.”
    Did he have to keep saying her name like
that, with that sexy drawl, prolonging each syllable until she thought she
might go mad? “No,” she whispered.
    He held his body so close to hers she could
feel the hair on his chest tickling her nipples. “You know you belong to me.
Surrender.” Luca took her hands, grasping one in each of his and bracing them
against the wall. She tossed her head, finding her resistance worn away. “Mine,
Phoebe. Confirm it, and I’ll give you what you want.” The head of his cock
nudged the slick folds of her pussy. Instinctively, she arched against him,
eager for his cock, but he pulled away.
    She dropped her head, giving in. “I’m
yours.”
    “For as long as I want you,” he prompted.
    Tears blurred her vision and she managed to
nod. Her humiliation was total, but she wondered what else he had in store for
her.
    To her surprise, Luca’s mouth moved to the
bend of her neck, forcing her to straighten it. She moaned when he stroked the
sensitive flesh with his tongue, and he took advantage of the moment to lift
his head and seize her mouth.
    She expected him to ravage her, to mark her
as his possession, but his lips were gentle on hers, a marked contrast to the
hardness of his body as he let himself melt against her. His tongue penetrated
her lips as his cock entered her, and Phoebe responded with passionate abandon,
thrusting against him ardently as she returned his kisses. His grip on her
hands had loosened from a hold of confinement to one of connection, and she
squeezed her fingers around his hand. Luca’s hips formed a natural rest for her
thighs when she locked them around him as he plunged deep inside her, making
her breathless with need and pleasure.
    Her pussy spasmed, triggering convulsions
in his cock, and they came together, a chorus of grunts and groans voicing
their release. Phoebe laid her head against his shoulder, licking the skin and finding
it tangy with the salt of his perspiration. She didn’t have words to describe
the experience, to do justice to how good it had been, and words wouldn’t have
been appropriate anyway. The peace between them was too fragile to shatter
right then.
    He eased away from the wall, bringing her
with him. Still, they didn’t speak. As he lowered her to the Victorian bed, he
gently kissed each of her closed eyelids. Only after he had joined her,
wrapping his arms around her, did he finally speak. “Rest, mia tesoro .
Tomorrow will be a long day.”
    * * * * *
    Phoebe lifted the phone to call Anya after
consulting the card that had her sister’s room and phone number printed on it.
Reluctantly, she pressed the keys, seeing no other way around things. Luca had
demanded that she return with him to New York. She doubted her ability to make
him believe she’d had good reason for taking the money. It pained her, but her
own guilty conscience prodded her to give Luca whatever he wanted. Anya
probably wouldn’t understand, but that couldn’t be helped. She wouldn’t be any
more useful to her sister here than she would be in New York City if her
thoughts stayed centered around Luca, and how she had hurt him.
    Her sister answered on the second ring,
sounding tired. “Hello.”
    “Hi, Anya.”
    “Phoebe.” Her voice brightened
considerably. “You’d better be calling to tell me you’re on your way. I’m
starving.”
    She sighed. “Sorry, but no. I can’t make
breakfast.”
    “Oh. What’s up?”
    “I have to go back to New York.”
    Anya made an ambiguous sound. “Are you
serious?”
    “I’m sorry, kiddo, but I