Chapter 12
Chapter Twelve
Cassian
I pulled into the neighborhood before the rain started. The sky hung heavy and dark, streetlights flickering like they might die any second.
I stepped out of the car and stared at the apartment building across the street. Six stories of old brick, beige walls turned slate gray from the weather, patches peeling to show rusty red underneath.
Two blocks east, and you're in the worst part of town. I'd had it checked—two break-ins last month alone.
When I found out the Royal Ballet housed their staff here, I could hardly believe it.
Luna. My Luna. Living in a dump like this? She used to bitch about five-star hotel mattresses being too firm. Now she's climbing grimy stairs every damn day?
I clenched my fists, knuckles turning white. She could've had better.
I stood there in the shadows. Waiting.
Raindrops started falling. I didn't move, letting the damp soak in.
Finally, a figure appeared under a deep blue umbrella. White trench coat I knew too well, flat shoes splashing through puddles.
Luna.
My eyes lit up, but then I frowned. That umbrella didn't look like hers.
She froze when she saw me. Tilted the umbrella up, streetlight catching her face, but I couldn't read her expression.
I took a step forward, voice shaky from the cold and the rush. "Luna."
She stepped back, umbrella higher like a shield. "How the hell do you know where I live?"
I ignored that. Cut straight to it. "We need to talk."
"I think we're done talking. Mr. King." She turned to leave.
That title stung like a slap. I raised my voice.
"I never signed those divorce papers."
She stopped dead. "What?"
I saw her calm shatter, eyes wide with shock.
"I said," I locked eyes with her, "I didn't sign. And I won't. Legally, you're still my wife. Luna."
"You're insane... Cassian, what makes you think I still belong to you?" She snapped out of it, voice trembling.
It was the first real emotion I'd seen from her since we reconnected. Made me feel real, not some ghost.
"I'm not insane. I just love you too damn much." Words I'd never said before, spilling out.
She looked down, silent for a few seconds, fingers gripping the umbrella handle tight.
When she looked up, her eyes cooled. "Cassian, what's the point now? I don't believe you anymore."
"I fucked up before. But I never gave up on you." I held her gaze. "These six years, not a single day. I waited for you to come back, searched every place you might be."
Rain picked up, pouring down. I let it drench my hair, soak my shirt, cold and biting against my skin. Puddles formed, lights rippling in them like halos.
Luna just stared.
"Luna." My voice dropped, almost pleading. "Let me in? It's freezing out here."
She watched me, eyes conflicted.
Finally, she sighed and turned toward the building. "Come in. But only five minutes."
I followed her, steps heavy. The hallway narrowed, walls streaked with water stains and graffiti. She led, her back so thin it hurt to see. Six years—what the hell had she been through?
At the door, she swiped it open with a worn keycard.
Inside, the entryway cramped everything tighter. Small place, but spotless. Beige couch in the living room, kids' picture books on the coffee table, a blue glass marble on the windowsill catching the light softly.
Air smelled faintly of lavender—her scent. It eased something in me I hadn't felt in years.
I scanned quietly. Good. No signs of a man.
"Here." Luna tossed me a towel, nodding at the drips. "Don't mess up my floor."
She propped the umbrella by the door and turned. "Talk."
I didn't rush. Stripped off my soaked suit jacket, unbuttoned my shirt, and peeled it off.
The fabric clung, cold as hell. She looked away, voice tight. "What are you doing?"
"It's drenched." I gestured at the mess.
She said nothing, didn't look. I dried off my torso and started.
"Luna, these six years, I've regretted every damn day. That night at the bar, the shit I said... I was wasted. Not my real thoughts... but I know that's no excuse. I hurt you, pushed you to the edge. I deserve hell for it."
"What do you want?" She smirked, still not looking.
"I'm sorry."
She finally turned, eyes on me.
"Sorry?" She laughed, but it twisted like pain. "Cassian, that sorry fixes nothing."
"I know." Her using my full name hit hard. I stepped closer, desperate. "But give me a chance..."
"No need." She cut me off. "It's done."
My hands balled, nails digging in. "You're right. All my fault. I shouldn't have doubted you, broken promises, run from my feelings. But I love you. For real."
Her lashes fluttered.
"These six years, every day I thought," my voice dropped low, "if I'd answered that call, if I hadn't gotten drunk, if I'd trusted you—would you still be here?"
Silence.
Rain pattered against the window, a steady whisper.
After what felt like forever, she spoke.
"What's the point?" Her voice muffled. "It's over."
"What about Laila?" I finally asked.
She tensed hard.
I watched her, heart pounding, but kept my voice steady, laced with hope.
"Laila... she's mine, isn't she?"
She whipped her head around, panic flashing in her eyes before cold took over.
"No." That word shattered my facade.
"Luna—"
"I said no." She stood, voice like stone. "Laila has nothing to do with you."
I stared, closing the gap in two quick steps.
I grabbed her wrist, pulling us close. The touch after so long made my gut tighten.
I looked down at her. "Don't lie to me." My control slipped. "I held her, Luna. I felt it—the connection!"
"Let go," she said.
"You telling me she's got nothing to do with me?" I didn't budge. "You know these six years—"
"I said let go." She twisted free, her body brushing mine. My bare chest against her thin clothes, I felt her heartbeat racing like mine.
"Luna," I fought the urge, pulled her closer, inches apart.
"Look me in the eyes and say she's not mine."
She tilted her head up, eyes full of walls. "She's not yours." Word by word. "Cassian, you hear me? Get out."
Those words snapped the last thread in me.
"How can you do this to me... vanish for six years, come back and deny me even an explanation! And you had a... kid." I growled low.
What about my longing all this time? I screwed up, no denying it, but I deserved a chance to explain, to fix it! Not this ice-cold stare, claiming the kid isn't mine!
Anger flared in Luna's eyes. "Cassian, you've got no right to complain!"
She scoffed. "You think one sorry erases those freezing nights, the humiliation? That night, I heard you loud and clear—you said I disgusted you, in front of everyone!"
"Drunk talk!"
"Truth as well!" Her eyes reddened.
Seeing her like that, I shut up. But rage and frustration throbbed in my veins. Our bodies so close, the room heated up, tension crackling like fire.
"Let go... Cassian!" She struggled, but it only drove her scent deeper into me.
I didn't. Pulled her tighter. Lavender mixed with her skin, six years gone but hitting me like yesterday. I shook.
Memories flooded—nights with her under me, biting her lip to stay quiet, melting into my arms.
I tried a kiss on her forehead, and my mind exploded.
My body reacted fast, hard. Aching against her stomach. She stiffened, felt it.
My Luna. Gone six years, but still igniting me in a heartbeat.
I lost it. Amid her curses, I crushed my mouth to hers, rough, no softness—just years of pent-up longing, regret, obsession.
She fought at first, shoving, but I kissed harder, pinned her to the wall, hands sliding up from her waist. Her shirt clung damp, thin. I felt her heat, her pulse matching mine.
My tongue forced past her teeth, tangled with hers, tasting the salt of her tears.
I slid my hand down, fingers dipping between her thighs. She was soaked, slick and ready, and it sent a jolt through me, making me groan against her mouth. Fuck, she was wet for me—dripping, her body betraying every cold word she'd thrown.
My cock throbbed, pressing hard against her, letting her feel the heat, the hardness I'd been holding back. I ground into her, slow at first, then insistent, my fingers circling her clit, teasing the entrance, pushing in just enough to make her gasp.
She arched, hips bucking involuntarily, but I didn't stop—stroked deeper, faster, feeling her clench around me.
The wetness coated my hand, warm and inviting, driving me wild. I rubbed her relentlessly, thumb pressing her swollen nub while my fingers curled inside, hitting that spot that made her tremble.
I leaned in, whispering hot against her ear, "See?
You're fucking drenched for me, Luna. Can't hide it.
" I added pressure, thrusting my fingers in rhythm, my erection grinding against her hip, the friction making me ache.
Her walls fluttered, and I felt her building, the slick heat intensifying.
God, it was intoxicating—her arousal soaking through, making everything slippery, urgent.
At first, she shoved and fought, hands tight on my chest. But her breath turned chaotic, that instinctive shiver giving her away. I felt her rigid body soften, the old rhythm waking between our tangled lips.
Gradually, her pushes weakened, fingers digging into my shoulders, nails biting—not fighting anymore, holding on.
Her body responded. Waist going limp, legs trembling, breath ragged like she might break.
It thrilled me, made me grin low and hoarse. "Your body's a hell of a lot more honest than your mouth."
Luna's face flushed crimson, but she snapped back, "This means nothing... anyone could..."
"Anyone?" Jealousy flared hot. I ripped her shirt open with a growl. "Seb? Does he do this to you?"
"Shut up! You're shameless!" I silenced her with another kiss, then trailed down. Collarbone, chest, stomach.
I dropped to my knees, yanking her pants down roughly, exposing her. She gasped, hands fisting my hair, but I didn't care—pushed her thighs apart with my shoulders, my mouth diving in. I licked her hard, tongue flat against her clit, sucking without mercy, the taste of her flooding me.
Fuck, she was sweet and salty, her arousal coating my lips as I devoured her.
"No... stop, Cassian, you bastard!" she cursed, voice breaking, but her hips bucked up, grinding against my face. That only spurred me on. I gripped her ass, pulling her closer, tongue thrusting inside her, circling deep, rough and unrelenting.
She twisted, saying, "Don't... I hate you," but her body arched, thighs clamping my head, urging me deeper.
I added fingers, two plunging in while my mouth worked her clit, sucking hard, teeth grazing just enough to make her yelp. "Fucking liar," I mumbled against her, voice muffled, lapping faster, feeling her drip down my chin.
Her protests turned to whimpers, "Asshole... stop teasing," which lit me up. I went harder, tongue flicking mercilessly, fingers curling to hit that spot over and over. She trembled, curses mixing with moans, "You prick... oh God, no..." but her hands pulled me in, not away.
I felt her tighten, walls pulsing around my fingers as I sucked her clit into my mouth, rolling it with my tongue.
She shattered with a cry, body convulsing, a rush of wetness flooding my mouth as she came hard, thighs shaking, breath heaving.
I didn't stop right away—licked her through it, drawing out every quiver, her small climax leaving her limp and gasping.
Rising, I wiped my mouth, grinning at her dazed eyes, the roughness only heightening the fire between us.
Feeling her melt, I scooped her up, slamming her against the door. Her legs wrapped my waist, trench coat slipping off, skin hot against my bare chest. I kissed her neck, collarbone, every inch like reclaiming her.
"Luna..." I panted, murmuring low. "I was wrong. Don't leave again. Please."
She didn't answer, tears splashing my face, burning my chest.
I carried her, stumbling to the bedroom, and laid her on the bed. Hair fanned across the pillow, soft like six years ago. I hovered over her, kissing her deeper, grabbing her hand, and guiding it down to feel my hardness.
I couldn't hold back anymore. I positioned myself, sliding into her slowly, inch by inch. The tight, familiar heat gripped me, and my mind went blank—fuck, it was too much, almost made me come right then. I groaned, burying my face in her neck, arms wrapping her tight as I bottomed out.
"God, Luna, you're so fucking tight... missed this pussy so much." I started moving, slow thrusts at first, savoring every clench, her warmth pulling me deeper. Her expression—eyes half-lidded, lips parted in a mix of resistance and need—drove me crazy, made me pick up speed.
I rocked harder, hips slamming, whispering filthy shit in her ear to unleash the years of pent-up bullshit. "You feel that? That's me owning you again, baby. Fuck, you're dripping for my cock... take it all, you little tease."
She moaned, body arching to meet me, her reactions fueling my frenzy—nails raking my back, urging me on. I gripped her hips, pounding deeper, the slap of skin echoing, sweat slicking us both.
"Six years I jerked off thinking of this... your tight little cunt squeezing me dry. Shit, you're gonna make me lose it." The madness built, my thrusts turning wild, raw passion taking over—grunting with each drive, her gasps egging me on, the heat between us explosive.
I kissed her roughly, tongue invading, hands roaming her curves, pinching and teasing.
"Tell me you missed this dick, Luna... fuck, you're so wet, so ready for me.
" Every word vented the rage, the longing, turning it into this heated storm.
I sped up, feeling her pulse around me, her body yielding, responding, pulling me toward the edge.
Rain pounded outside, like a soundtrack for us.
I'd never felt so full inside.
Tonight, I'd make her know—I was hers forever.