Chapter 43
Chapter forty-three
Luna
Igasp as my door flies open. I didn’t even hear the alarm being disarmed. Adrenaline surges through me, and my pulse spikes, excitement and nervousness warring in my chest.
His dark silhouette fills the doorway. His gaze travels over me, taking in every inch of silk and lace I’ve wrapped myself in. Fury radiates off him in scorching waves, but beneath that inferno, threading through it, lies a hunger so fierce it shimmers in the air between us.
I don’t trust my voice, so I only watch him move closer. My eyes lift to his face when he’s standing a few feet away from me.
“You invited another man into your house, made him dinner, then let him fucking kiss you?”
His voice, low and rough, cuts through the silence. The words themselves are calm, void of inflection, but I taste the storm brewing behind them, ready to break.
My mouth goes dry. He saw it all. Of course he did. That’s probably who Damien felt lurking in the woods.
“Yes.” I refuse to look away.
Silence.
He lifts his hand to my face. I flinch, expecting him to grip my jaw hard, but he only tilts my chin upward. His mask’s eyeholes frame those predator eyes, black and unflinching.
“Did you want him to kiss you?”
The question is a trap, and we both know it. If I say no, I’m lying. If I say yes, I’m admitting to wanting another man. Either answer damns me.
“I—” My throat constricts, but I force myself to hold his gaze. “Yes.”
His hand drops, curling into a fist, and for a moment, I fear he’ll lose control. Instead of being terrified, the barely restrained fury sends molten heat pooling between my thighs.
“Did you enjoy it?”
Another impossible question. But I’ve come this far with the truth.
“Yes.”
He moves so fast I barely have time to gasp.
One second, he’s still. The next, his hands clamp around my thighs and lift me.
My hands shoot towards his shoulders for balance, but I catch myself mid-reach, pressing them to my chest. I don’t need to give him another reason to punish me.
He crosses to the bed in three strides and drops me. I bounce, my nightgown fluttering.
“You’re mine.”
His body presses forward without touching, creating a cage of arms and legs that traps me beneath him. “Every inch of your body belongs to me, Luna. Your mouth, your ass, your cunt. All mine.”
“I know.”
The admission slips free even as guilt shreds my insides. When I kissed Damien, I was betraying this. Us. I want to say, “I’m sorry,” but the words don’t come.
His hand drifts down my neck, fingers ghosting over the skin, deceptively soft, until they wrap around my throat. I swallow as he tightens his fingers, cutting off my air.
My hands shoot up to his wrist, wrapping around it, but I don’t struggle. I want this. I need this.
“You need a reminder of who you belong to.”
Everything between my legs clenches tight as my body responds to the threat in his voice, craving it rather than fearing it.
“Yes.”
It’s all I can manage with my oxygen restricted.
Remind me. Make me forget everything but you.
His eyes through the mask are black. They bore into me, obsidian depths that strip away everything but his presence. My lungs strain, fighting for oxygen that won’t come. The ache between my thighs intensifies, pulsing in rhythm with my pounding heartbeat.
Black creeps into the edges of my vision, and tears pool in the corners of my eyes. But then his fingers release me, and I gasp. My lungs fill with that first sweet breath of air.
He hauls himself up, seizing my wrists, yanking me to my feet as my body convulses with coughs and desperate gulps of air. I meet his eyes, and the pounding of my heart is deafening, a chaotic drumbeat in my ears echoing the anticipation of his wrath.
I just hope I survive it.