Luna #2
“You okay, angel?” Dante whispers, leaning in.
His breath skates across my exposed neck, leaving goosebumps in its trail.
I nod, afraid to open my mouth for fear a moan will escape.
“Oh, my angel, are you turned on already?” I break away from his intense stare, looking up at the driver, who was paying attention to the road, oblivious to what’s happening back here.
Dante leans in closer, his lips touching my ear.
“Will you let me touch you? You’ll have to be quiet, or we will be in considerable trouble.
” He reaches out, his fingers trailing the edge of my skirt.
I bite my lip, my eyes fluttering, trying to keep myself together.
Exhibitionism is definitely one of my kinks, and I’ve written multiple scenes throughout both books of Vera and Liam getting freaky and almost getting caught in public. I think being a midnight ballerina may have had something to do with it, but it could be a pure coincidence.
Dante’s hand travels up high enough to touch the under shorts attached to my skirt. “Dante,” his name is a whisper on my lips, and I’m breathing heavily.
He leans into my ear, as his hand slides up higher; his curious fingers finding their mark.
I suck in a breath. “So wet for me, angel.” I can hear the smile on his lips.
He enjoys this, too. He starts rubbing my clit, torturously slow.
“Soaking through your shorts in anticipation. That’s my good girl.
” Dante pinches my clit through my shorts, and I nearly yelp.
“But you can’t come yet, soon, but not yet.
” He retracts his hand, and I nearly groan.
My gaze meets his, and his smug smirk makes me want to sit on his face and have him beg to come up for air. “Two can play at your game.”
Dante’s smile widens, and the darkness flashes behind his eyes, “You will love my games.” The car comes to a stop, and the driver lets us know we've arrived.
Dante turns, opening his door and helping me out of the vehicle.
I straighten my skirt and try to gather myself before I walk upstairs to find whatever he has planned for the evening.
We enter the house through the back and head upstairs. Dante stands in the doorway, his broad frame taking it up the space. He nods at his suitcase on the bed.
I take a deep breath before I walk over, standing in front of the bed with my back to Dante. I stare at the black suitcase on the bed, find the zipper, pull it around the bag, and it opens to reveal a tote-sized bag labeled with my name. I look back at Dante, and he nods.
I take out the bag and turn to him. “Open it,” he says, never taking his eyes off mine.
I grab the zipper and pull it open. I look down and see something white with a black strap around the back. I’m unsure what I’m looking at, but I pull out the item anyway and flip it over to see that it’s a half-faced skull mask.
Oh, fuck.
“I downloaded your books after our first date, and I’ve got to say, I have thoroughly enjoyed them, Luna.
I think a good girl like you deserves to be rewarded for writing such beautifully twisted pieces of literature.
” Dante steps away from the doorway, coming to stand in front of me.
“In the bag are the clothes you’ll wear tonight.
We will sneak into a closed park nearby, and we’ll play a game of cat and mouse.
When I catch you, I fuck you, understand? ”
I swallow hard, nodding quickly. I can’t believe this is actually happening and that he read my books.
It all clicks that he’s dedicated an entire weekend to my fantasies.
I’m about to be chased and fucked in the woods by a man who is utterly obsessed with me and treats me like a princess. I just might have to marry this man.
“Go get changed, and meet me downstairs in ten minutes.” Dante takes the mask from my hands, and I move, absentmindedly heading to the bathroom.
I shut the door behind me and immediately squeal into my hands, too excited. I set the bag on the floor and crouch down, taking out the items one by one: a black bodysuit, a black hoodie, black grease paint, and black combat boots.
He’s definitely read my books. This is precisely what I wrote Vera wearing in a couple of scenes when she’s being chased in the woods by Liam. I bite my lip to keep from screaming.
This is everything to me. I feel so seen right now, and I can’t wait to tell Olivia.
I quickly undress, slip into the body suit, and put on the boots.
The suit is surprisingly warm; it’s skin tight, and I had to slip it on, meaning no zipper to pull down for easy access.
It’s a long-sleeve type of bodysuit, so I guess he could just pull it down.
I don’t care, either way, as long as it eventually comes off.
I pull the hoodie over my head and stand before the mirror to apply the grease paint.
I smear the black paint haphazardly over my eyes, trying not to stick to a specific pattern, and streak what’s left on my fingers over my face and neck.
I look over my work in the mirror, and a thrill shoots through me.
I’m really about to get chased by a masked man through the woods with the end goal of catching me to fuck me. My knees wobble, from nervousness or anticipation, I can’t discern between the two right now.
I steady myself, take a deep breath, and open the bathroom door. I head through our room, down the hallway, and mentally prepare myself to walk down the stairs.
I find Dante sitting in a chair in the formal dining room, waiting for me. The darkness from early on is still there, and it flares behind his eyes as he sees me like this. “I’m ready,” I say, my voice shaky.
Dante rises from the chair, closing the distance between us.
“Let’s get outta here then, huh?” I bite my lip, nodding, looking up at him.
Dante’s eyes flutter closed, his hand flexing, but he keeps his hands to himself.
He steps past me, taking my hand in his, and leads me out the back door to the car.
He opens my door and urges me to sit. I’m barely breathing as I slide into the passenger seat. He shuts my door, and I try to calm myself by focusing on putting my seatbelt on.
Dante gets into the driver's seat, turning the car on and backing out of the driveway without saying a word to me. We drive in silence for about ten minutes until we pull into a secluded parking lot, parking behind an overgrown bush.
Dante cuts the engine off, and the sexual tension rolling off both of us is making it harder not to squirm to relieve some of it.
“This is Salem Woods.” Dante’s voice cuts through the silence.
He opens his door, getting out to round over to my side, opening the door.
He holds his hand out for me to take, “Our safe word this evening is Dog Ear.”
I take his hand, stepping out of the car, as he walks us to the trunk. “Dog Ear? Like when you fold over the edge of a book page?” I ask, laughing a bit.
“I hear it’s a crime in your world, so I felt it fit the theme, no?”
I smile, my anxiety easing a bit. “That’s perfect. Easy to remember,” I say, as I watch Dante open the trunk.
“Good. You’ll have one hundred and twenty-nine acres to get lost in this evening.
” He pulls out a black rectangular box, twists the knob at the top until it clicks, then twists it back.
“This is a location device. If you’re scared or get hurt, flip this knob like I just did, and I’ll get a notification on my phone with your exact coordinates.
Understand?” I nod, but Dante shakes his head.
“It’s no, sir, yes, sir, from now on. I need your verbal consent for the rest of the night, or this won’t work.
Don’t hesitate to use the safe word. Even if I’m seconds away from filling your sweet cunt, use it, and it all stops. Do you understand me?”
My knees nearly buckle. I think I just came, holy fuck. “Yes, sir,” I say, my voice shaky.
“Good girl. I’ll give you a fifteen-minute start.” he pulls a balaclava over his face and slips the half-faced skull mask on over it. “You'd better start running. Time starts now, angel.”
My feet feel frozen in place. “F-fifteen minutes? I won’t get very far; that doesn’t seem fair.”
Dante cocks his brow. “Run faster, angel. The devil wants to play.”
I find the courage to move my feet and see the path that leads into the dark woods.
I stand at its edge, looking back at Dante one last time.
The way he’s dressed reminds me of Wolfy.
He's wearing black jeans and a hoodie, and he's got tactical gloves; in fact, if you gave him white contacts, he could be a Wolfy double.
Two fantasies, one fuck.
I pull my hood up over my head and turn, running as fast as I can, following the trail for several minutes until I find myself at a fork.
I look behind me and don’t hear or see any sign of him yet, so I take a second to make my decision.
One path appears artificial, hollowed out by landscapers for novice hikers, while the other looks overgrown and a bit more challenging.
I want to be found, but I also want to give him a challenge, especially if this is the only time I get to do so.
I start running again, taking the overgrown path, and I have to be honest: the scenery is beautiful. I’m happy with my choice; the forest in the moonlight is breathtaking.
I find a clearing at the top of a short cliff.
The sky is lit up with so many stars, more than I have ever seen in the sky before.
The clearing falls away to the rest of the woods, and all I can see are tree tops and a pond at the bottom of the cliff.
I take a second to catch my breath, taking in the view.
The moon and stars reflect off the water, and the sounds of the forest lull the night.