The Reckoning Kiss
The penthouse door clicked shut, sealing them in a tomb of silence and city light. Luca stood across the vast living room, a statue carved from fury and fear. Bella’s heels caught on the rug as she stumbled, the whiskey in her veins making the world tilt. His gaze was a physical weight, pinning her where she stood—a dark, consuming storm. Then he moved, crossing the space in three strides, his hands finding her face, his mouth crashing down on hers with a bite that tasted like rage and relief.