CHAPTER THIRTY-NINE ONLY FOR ME LUNA
CHAPTER THIRTY-NINE
ONLY FOR ME
LUNA
Iwas a waterfall.
I was on fire.
I was a waterfall of fire.
A moan pushed out of me as I was pulled further from sleep.
I wasn’t a waterfall or fire or both.
But I was soaked and overheated in the best possible way.
Last I’d known, I was in bed alone. Rhys had called earlier to let me know that the meeting with Lars was going to be a while. Between LaQuin and me, we were able to close up the place without a problem.
Without doing everything Rhys usually did, too, but whatever. The effort was there.
I’d driven back to his place to wait for him in bed. Naked. I must’ve fallen asleep, but I was wide awake right then. My lids shot open to see the light was on, dim but enough that I could see him over my shoulder.
And he could see me. All of me.
I could almost feel his gaze locked on my sex as he lifted my hips so my ass was in the air.
I had no clue what he’d been doing to me before that point, but whatever it was, it’d been going on for a while.
I was wet and restless, and a coil of desire was wrapped tight in my lower belly even before he rubbed the thick head of his cock along my slit.
“Don’t moan,” Rhys ordered. “This isn’t for you.”
“It’s not?”
Because it definitely feels like it’s for me and only me.
He leaned over my body so his gruff words were right in my ear.
“No. It’s time to pay your tab, hellcat.
Don’t moan. Don’t you dare fuckin’ come.
This is only for me. Taking what belongs to me.
” He kissed the top of one shoulder, and it took me a second to realize it was my scar.
He switched sides and bit that one before muttering more to himself than me, “This damn shoulder.”
And then he readjusted his knees before slamming in.
A moan was forced from my throat—like his dick reached all the way up there to push it out.
His palms rubbed my ass cheeks before squeezing to grip them tight. “What’d I say?”
I bit my bottom lip to keep silent, but the task became impossible as he plunged in deeper—something I didn’t know was possible.
My punishment came quickly when he pulled back until only the tip remained.
I clapped a hand over my mouth.
I would smother myself with a pillow if I had to. Anything to make him move.
He rewarded my obedience by filling me again. I was nearly taken off my knees, and I scrambled to find my footing, working to stay upright.
I’d just gotten it when he slowed anyway.
Then sped up.
Slow, but forceful.
Back to an unrelenting pace.
My body couldn’t acclimate quickly enough before he changed his rhythm to keep me in a circle of pleasure without letting me quite get to the edge I was chasing.
I tried to choke it down, but a sad sound broke free.
Rhys buried himself as deep as he could get before reaching under me to circle my clit. “No moans.”
“It wasn’t a moan,” I said.
“Really? ’Cause it sure sounded like a pitiful moan from my needy hellcat.”
“It was a pitiful whine. Not a moan.”
“Who is this for?” he asked as he lengthened his leisurely plunges.
“You.”
“Whose pussy is this?”
“Yours.”
“Are you gonna let me stretch this greedy pussy and fuck it however I want?”
“Yes, please. Please.”
“Fuck yeah, you will. ’Cause you’re mine, Luna. All of you. Not for a fun night. Not as a motherfuckin’ hook-up. Now be a good girl and stay still so I can enjoy what’s mine.”
That was the only warning I got before the force of his thrusts increased and didn’t slow. He kept one hand on my ass and the other splayed between my shoulder blades, roughly pinning me in place.
His orders turned me on way more than I ever would’ve imagined. That he wanted me with that selfish greed—even as he was very clearly working to get me off—turned me on even more. But it was the way he handled me that did it. He knew I could handle it. He knew I wanted to handle it.
“That’s it,” he encouraged when I couldn’t even attempt to hold in my pleasured moans. “You want to come?”
It didn’t matter if I wanted to or not. There was no stopping it. I still gave a frantic nod.
“Prove it. Beg.”
“Please. Please, baby.”
His palm cracked down on my ass cheek, and a sharp burn radiated across my flesh. “I want to hear you say my name when you beg. When you come. Just for the damn hell of it. I want you so fuckin’ aware of who you belong to, that my name is always on the tip of your tongue.”
“Rhys,” I corrected, his name growing to a moan when his hand connected with my upper thigh that time. “I need it so bad. I need you.”
“Not good enough.” He slowed to a leisurely pace. “Maybe I should keep using you for only my pleasure. ’Cause you’re mine to do what I want with. You were made to take whatever I give you.”
A tremor went through me, leaving goosebumps in its wake. If I was a true masochist, I might’ve kept my mouth shut because it was just that hot and filthy. But I couldn’t survive in the pleasure-pain limbo I was hovering in.
More than that, I wasn’t sure I could stop it even if I wanted to. Once he started moving, I was going to explode. If I did it without his permission, I knew I would be punished with another night of vibrator torture.
Or worse.
“I’ll do anything. Literally anything,” I rushed out in a desperate ramble. “Please, Rhys. I need to come so bad.”
“Then give it to me, Luna.”
My sex was already clenching around him when every molecule of my existence exploded. Lit with the fire of a million suns and a blinding pleasure that left me breathless.
I couldn’t take it anymore.
It was too much. Too intense. Too… everything.
But it wasn’t up to me.
“Play with your clit,” Rhys demanded.
“I… But—”
“Either you do it, or I do.”
I knew without a doubt that if he did it, his touch would be just as ruthless as his thrusts.
I stretched an arm under me to do as he said, and the coil wound tighter.
Tighter.
Tighter.
That reverence was back in his tone and mirrored in his expression as he stared down at our connection. “I wish you could see how perfect you look filled with me. You were made to take my dick. Made for me.”
That time it wasn’t just my molecules that ignited. It was each atom of me. Bursting until there was nothing left.
He followed after, his cum filling me to bursting. He kept pumping until our mixed releases were forced out to trail down my thighs.
I started to fall forward, too sated and hazy to keep myself upright.
Rhys did it for me. Even after sliding free, his fingertips dug into my hips as he kept my ass up.
Staring at the mess we’d made.
I hid my head under the pillow.
Or tried to, at least. The fluffy blockade was removed and tossed to the side before I was suddenly rolled to my back. His body covered mine, and his hips fell between my spread legs to press against my overwrought sex. I gasped and hissed at the same time, making an absolutely wild noise.
He loomed over me, and I grabbed another pillow barrier.
I didn’t even get it near my face before it was thrown to land with the other one.
His brows were lowered. “Don’t ever hide yourself from me. Not any damn part.”
“I’m not hiding myself. I’m hiding you.”
Rhys tensed, his shoulders—that I had a clear view of since he’d stolen my shield—bunching. “Why?”
“Because if you keep looking at me like that, I’m going to get horny again. And I can’t do that. I’ve already imploded. I don’t even have a body left.”
The bite mark on my shoulder. The swell of my breast. The dip of my waist. The flare of my hips. Rhys’s palm followed down the curves of my body, and his still half-hard cock twitched. “This feels like a body to me. The sexiest fuckin’ body I’ve ever seen in my life.”
“If I have to block out your words, too, it’s going to make talking very difficult.”
“We’ll talk in the morning.”
“So you want me to have a sleepless night?” His eyes went hooded at my words, and I rushed to amend, “Sleepless because I am overthinking things.”
He moved off me but only went far enough to switch our places. Once he was on his back with my body mostly on his, he asked, “How’d the rest of the night go? Is the building still standing?”
“I’m not that bad at my job.”
“Not bad at all. It was wishful thinking.”
“Did your meeting go that badly?”
“Have you ever heard of Sean Butler or Independent Results and Abundance?” he asked.
I scowled. “I’m familiar with both.”
Mr. Butler and the rest of his growing group were thorns in the precinct’s side. Not just our specific precinct. His reach spanned all of Boston to make it everyone’s problem.
The first time I’d met him, I’d thought he was a smarmy jerk who would try to sell me a house that wasn’t even on the market for double its value, but that he was a decent enough guy who seemed to care about the city.
That bit of goodwill toward him quickly vanished after the dozenth nitpicky complaint.
Unfortunately, the brass loved him and his support.
And his financial contributions.
The super PAC claimed they were dedicated to making the city a safer place.
And some of them probably were. The fact Mr. Butler was a realtor whose income was dependent on property values made his motives less than selfless.
Beyond that conflict of interest, the group also seemed to target anything they didn’t agree with.
Permits for music festivals. The wrong kind of flowers planted.
Holiday decorations. Noise, art, traffic, more noise.
They’d never met a complaint they didn’t want to lodge.
“Let me guess,” I continued. “They’ve decided that Wicked is on a bus route where children might pass and see the exterior of the building.”
“Don’t give them that specific idea because I’m betting they’ll run with it.”
“How’d Lars find out he’s a target, and what did that have to do with you and his father-in-law?”
“Because Wicked isn’t the only one on their radar.”
I sat up quickly, and Rhys’s gaze dropped to my naked chest. I grabbed the sheet for yet another attempt at a layer of armor, and he shockingly allowed it. “Tell me everything.”
He filled me in on Joss’s dad, SBOOB, and Butler’s slow rise to power within the business group thanks to promises that he wanted stability and longevity for other small businesses like his.
I’d seen the billboards, TV ads, bench ads, and signage with his company logo. It seemed like more budget than most small businesses had at their disposal, but whatever.
“According to Joss’s dad,” Rhys continued, “Butler believes that robberies, assaults, car accidents, and everything else bad that went bump in the night were a direct result of Boston’s seedy underbelly.
As more and more locally owned places have gone under for a variety of reasons, his ideas have gained traction. ”
“Too much traction,” I said, thinking about the fuss they raised over every tiny concern.
Some of the businesses they’d targeted with protests and whatever else had deserved to close.
I wasn’t denying that. They also didn’t have infinite pull.
I could think of a handful of clubs off the top of my head that had closed thanks to their efforts, only for the space to be sold and reopened as another club.
All that effort was for nothing because their reach was… well, a reach.
They had no real reason to go after Rye or Wicked. But both places—along with half a dozen other bars—had been labeled as problematic.
Luckily for us, Mr. Butler was unaware of the connection between Wicked and Joss’s dad. Or that Joss had mentioned her own friend-group connection to Rye.
“I’ll contact my handler in the morning,” I said, though I didn’t have high hopes anything would come from it.
Rhys opened his mouth before closing it again.
My eyes narrowed. “What?”
“Nothing, hellcat. Come here. I’m fuckin’ beat.”
“Give me a minute.”
Unlike that morning, I didn’t stall. I quickly went to the bathroom and did my bedtime routine so I didn’t fall asleep without brushing my teeth for the second night in a row. But much like that morning, I did it with a pleasant tenderness between my legs.
I turned the light all the way off before climbing back into bed and promptly being repositioned. “You can just ask me to move.”
“I don’t ask.”
I was shockingly okay with that—mostly because I was comfortable.
But I was also me.
Which was why I rolled to face the other direction and tried to put space between us.
“Starting a new tab? That’s fine. I charged the underwear vibrator.”
I rolled right back, put my head on his chest, and threw my arm and leg over him for good measure.
“That’s what I thought.”
I would’ve rolled my eyes if my lids weren’t so heavy.
Rhys’s hand rubbed across my back in a soothing way, and I sank into him. When his fingertips grazed the puckered scar at the top of my shoulder, I knew what was coming even before he asked, “What happened?”
“Untrained dumbass with a gun for protection. He almost shot an innocent bystander because he was coked out and thought they were trying to steal his car when they were just walking by it. Thankfully, he missed both of us.”
He tapped the mark on my shoulder. “Wanna try that again?”
“It could’ve been worse. Barely a graze.”
The first part was very true. If he’d had one bullet left, the shot aimed at my head would’ve left more than a small scar. The second part was subjective.
Knowing he wouldn’t agree with me on it, I changed the subject. “Earlier, you mentioned needing to talk about my job, but we never finished that conversation. What was it?”
“After last night, I’d figured you’d be in your head about rules and your career.
Wanted to let you know that I’m aware the situation isn’t ideal, and I’ll tread carefully.
” That already made me feel good, but he went and made it better by adding, “Also know how much being a cop means to you and how seriously you take it. Starting this was a risk for you, and it couldn’t have been easy for you to bend the rules. But I’m damn grateful you did.”
There was so much good said in such a nonchalant, factual way, it left me speechless.
Rather than scrambling for words, I kissed him.
For all of two seconds.
And then he took over the kiss until I was speechless and breathless.
When he eventually pulled away, I settled back in, but I did it thinking about the two things he’d gotten wrong.
One, I’d more than bent the rules.
And two, it’s been the easiest decision I’d ever made.