The Billionaire's Claimed Obsession

Luca had come to clear his head cause he knew he'd be seeing her again after years of them being apart. Noah called saying she was back in the city, she had a hard time with her ex boyfriend and wanted to get away from everything.

“Terminate every single contract we have with that lowlife…how dare he hurt her!” Luca commanded.

“Yes sir” Williams, his assistant, bowed before exiting the VIP section.

He brought his half filled glass to his mouth, just about to resume drinking when he saw someone that looked like her push her way to the dance floor .

Luca paused midway, heart pounding “ Avery??”.

Made his way to the rail and it was her, wearing a short dress, dancing and swaying to the music. Fuck, she was still so beautiful…so hot. But before he knew it, a random dude walked up to her and she started dancing on him

Luca’s eyes darkened.

His men noticed.

“Boss?” one murmured.

Luca didn’t speak. He wouldn't let anyone touch her.

Now she sat beside him in the back of the car, head pressed to the window, mascara smudged, breaths uneven. The city lights flash over her skin, turning her into something soft and breakable.

The driver doesn’t speak. He knows better.

Luca forced his voice to stay calm,quiet. Controlled.

“Keep driving.”

His hands rests on his thighs. Not on her cause he knew that if he touched her now, he would never stop.

She mutters something under her breath.

“…should’ve been enough… I loved him… why wasn’t it enough…”

The name she chokes out—Jaiden’s name makes something sharp twist through Luca's ribs.

If he had stayed—

If she had known who he was—

She never would have cried for another man.

He looked at her “ Since you don't want to go home, I'll take you to mine”

“Tired?” He asked

She doesn’t answer. She’s drifting in and out.

Good, he doesn't need her chanting another guy's name.

The car pulls into his private building, a large modern mansion.

He carries her out of the car and inside.

He lays her gently on his bed and tucks in a loose strand of her coffee brown hair at the back of her ear.

Turns to leave, forcing himself to walk away.As he stands, her hand grabs his wrist.

She whispers,low “Don’t leave.”

He freezes and turns to face her “Avery”.

She seems to be muttering something and when he leans in closer, she raised her head, giving him a light kiss on his lips.

Luca's chest tightened, he held the bedspread tightly.

“Avery…you are drunk” he managed to say but she kissed him again.

He couldn't hold himself back anymore, she was right there in front of him, every part of her.

His restraint snapped.

Luca’s hand slid to the back of her neck, claiming her. He kissed her back, slow at first, tasting the warmth of her breath, the faint sweetness of alcohol and heartbreak. Then the kiss deepened—hungry, aching, years of wanting and never touching finally breaking loose.

Avery let out a small, soft sound—barely a whimper but it destroyed him.

His lips left hers only to press against her jaw, her cheek, the corner of her mouth, then down her throat.

“Do you know,” Luca breathed against her skin, voice low, rough, shaking,

“I’ve waited for this?”

His fingers traced the line of her waist, almost trembling.

Avery’s breath caught, her back arching just enough to press closer.

She couldn’t speak her breaths came out in soft, broken little exhales.

Luca’s mouth moved lower, planting kisses on her collarbone. Avery’s head tilted instinctively, exposing more of her throat to him.

She didn’t even realize she did it.

“You might not remember me but your body does” Luca said

Her body reacted before her mind did—her fingers gripping his shirt, pulling, needing more. A small sound escaped her lips—a breathy, unguarded moan—and Luca paused, eyes lifting to hers.

God,that sound…

Her eyes were half-opened, hazy, wanting.

“Good girl…” Luca smirked

Her breath stuttered.

Luca lowered his forehead to hers, breathing hard.

“You have no idea what you do to me,” he whispered, voice cracking.

His hands slid under her thighs, lifting her gently, guiding her upward so her body aligned with his.

He kissed her again—this one deeper, fuller, consuming.

Avery gasped against his mouth, the sound soft but desperate—her hands in his hair, holding him there.

Her moans were quiet but raw.

Luca’s breathing turned unsteady, his voice rough against her lips:

“I could spend the rest of my life like this…

worshipping you…”