His Possession

Chapter Twenty-Eight:

My body relaxed soon after Luca had wrapped his arms tightly around me, causing me to feel safe and secured. I didn't understand why I felt like this at his touch, but I wasn't about to fight it off. I should still be mad at him for what he had done to me, but it wasn't like him to do something like that. He was obviously drunk and couldn't think clearly. I still wanted to rip his head off and shove it up his ass, don't get me wrong. But right now, I was in no condition to do so. So, I made a mental note to do it later.

"You should eat, Kitten." Luca lifted me off him and pulled the bowl of soup towards us. I looked at it cautiously, not knowing if I could trust him or not. He seemed to once again read my thoughts and brought a spoonful up to his mouth and swallowed it. He raised his eye brows to me and brought another spoon full towards me.

"I'm not hungry." I mumbled and sat up against the couch, allowing my feet to stretch out onto the coffee table. They were covered in cuts and bruises. The IV bag was now empty, and the needle was out of my arm. It was replaced by a small ball of cotton and some tape holding it in place.

"You need to eat." Luca's voice hardened and held authority.

The stubborn me bit it's way to the surface once again and I pulled my head away from him like a child, shaking it rapidly. Luca let out a low growl and pushed the spoon closer to my closed lips.

"Emily I swear to fucking Christ, I will shove this spoon down your throat if you don't open your mouth right now." Luca's voice demanded and he pushed the spoon against my mouth. The salty liquid touched my lips, but I kept them clamped closed. I moved my arm in retaliation and tried to push him away, which only caused me to cry out in pain because of my stitches.

"Fuck!" I turn my head towards my arm, glancing down at the stitches that were surprisingly still in place.

"See? Where does your stubbornness get you?" Luca mocked and pushed the spoon into my mouth before I could respond. The liquid was warm and I forced myself to swallow, feeling it warm my throat.

"You don't have to feed me." I hissed and narrowed my eyes at him. "I'm not a child."

Luca let out a snort, "But you sure act like it." My mouth gaped open which gave him the opportunity to shove another spoonful into my mouth. I let out a sound from my throat that caused me to choke on my own saliva and spit out the soup. I coughed several times in attempts to clear my throat from the burning liquid.

Luca laughed and reached towards me, wiping the soup that had dribbled down my chin. I flinched but relaxed when I realized that he wasn't trying to hurt me. My eyes narrowed angrily at him and I pulled away slowly, not wanting to pull out my stitches.

"I can do it myself!" I argued and reached lazily towards the bowl in his hands, but he yanked it away from me.

"You just choked on air, Kitten. Listen to me, for once." Luca brought another spoonful towards me and I let out a huff of annoyance and listened to him. He continued to spoon feed me slowly, since I was still struggling to get my strength back. It was a long and tedious process, but he didn't complain once. He silently fed me until the entire bowl was empty and there wasn't anything left. His eyes fell towards the bowl and he frowned, his dark lashes covering up his under eyes.

Luca placed the bowl back onto the table and leaned back against the couch beside me.

"Why are you being so nice?" I felt myself ask out of curiosity. I was almost one-hundred precent sure that he was going to kill me, after what had happened today. And I was really surprised that he didn't.

Luca's eyes flicked over to mine and he let out a sigh. "Trust me when I say this; there's a hand full of things that I would rather be doing right now. But I don't trust that you won't do something stupid again." His voice held annoyance and I couldn't help but feel sad at his words. The memories of the dream flashed through my mind again, making me feel queasy.