A bitter feeling comes over me, and it’s foreign to me. My stomach sours, and it’s hard to swallow as my heart rate rises.
It’s guilt, because you’re doing the very thing to Luna that is being done to her by someone else. You are darkness, and darkness stalks the light, does it not?.
I’ve never felt guilt before. Every kill I’ve made was necessary, or paid for; there was nothing to feel guilty for, but this—Ihatethis, because the darkness is right—it would always come for her. I’ll be there to shield her from it—but I can take away Luna’s fear—she will giveit all to me, and I will protect her.
You will never be able to protect her from everything.
The words still my curious hands.
She will always have a target on her back with you. Luna will never be entirely safe with you.The darkness will always find a way to snuff out the light—are you willing to let her be a sacrifice?
No, you can’t have her.
No, not I, but others with the same darkness you have won’t give a fuck about your angel. They’ll rape her, and torture her, anything to destroy you. You kill people because you like to, and you make a lot of enemies doing it. There will come a time when her life will be on the line, and it will be your fault.
No. No, I can keep Luna safe. She’s mine. I’ll sell my condo and buy a house with top-notch security, and she will be safe.I can keep her safe.
Panic starts to keep up my spine, and I know I have to remove myself from her bedroom before I wake her. I leave her room and sit on her couch in her living room, cradling my head in my hands.
You would keep her prisoner, locked up, so you can fuck her any time you’d like? How deliciously dark you’ve become.
No! Luna will never be my prisoner. She will be free to leave whenever she wants. There will be rules, of course, but she will be free, and I can protect her better this way. Luna will agree, she’ll understand.
The darkness recedes from my mind, and I lie back on the small leather couch, pinching the bridge of my nose in frustration.
It’ll be fine. I need to talk to my black market guy and see if he has any recent hits on houses in the area. I’ll do whatever it takes; I’ll spend any amount of money to keep her safe. Luna deserves to live in peace.
Two weeks. I just need to wait two weeks, and everything will work out. Luna will trust me once I tell her everything. Once I prove to her how much she means to me, she’ll listen, and she’ll understand because my angel is forgiving. She’ll appreciate all that I’ve done to protect her.
Luna
I’m roused awake by the smell of bacon cooking. I roll over and stretch, feeling an empty bed next to me. My eyes fly open, and I grip my sheets around me, sitting up in bed. I blink hard, my room coming into focus, and the morning sun streaming in. The black clothes on my floor take me back to last night as I remember Dante’s head between my legs.
Okay, so thatdidhappen. I bite my lip, remembering how good it felt, howhefelt. “Fuck,” I whisper to myself. I shift to stand from the bed, and the sticky feeling between my thighs is a reminder that we did do it indeed, and now I need to shower.
I tear my sheet from my bed, wrapping it around myself when I catch a glimpse of myself in my standing mirror, and it looks like I’ve been thoroughly fucked. No one has ever made sex good for me like the way Dante did last night. I’m still running on that high, and I don’t know if I can face him without wanting to jump his bones again.
I shake my head, turning from my hot mess reflection, and quietly slip out of my bedroom before I need to run my hand between my legs.
I can see a bit of smoke coming from the kitchen, but I pay it no mind as I enter the bathroom and turn the shower on. I toss my sheet into the hamper, and as I’m about to step in, a knock on the door comes, “Luna? Breakfast is ready when you’re done. Take your time, though, no rush,” Dante says through the door.
“I’ll be out in a minute. Thank you,” I say through the door, smiling ear to ear. I step into the shower, and the hot water feels good against my skin. I twist my hair up into a clip and take my loofah, sudsing it up, quickly running it over every part of my body that was soaked by the multipleorgasms I had.
Fuck, I can’t stop thinking about it. I need to hurry up before my hands start to wander between my thighs. I step under the hot stream and rinse off. I shut off the shower, stepped out, took off my robe from the back of the door, and put it on, tying it around my middle. I quickly brush my teeth and slather some smell-good lotion on before I open the door.
I peek my head out, and don’t see him sitting on the couch, so I head out, walking to the kitchen, and find him sitting at the island. “Good morning, beautiful,” Dante says as he turns to me, steaming cup of coffee in his hands, which he hands off to me.
I blush. “Good morning. It smells good out here.”
“I Instashopped some things this morning. I hope you don’t mind. Your cabinets were a bit lacking for breakfast for two.”
“No, not at all. Thank you for breakfast.” Dante gestures for me to sit and take my seat at the island next to him.
“Eggs, bacon, and toast with butter. Simple but staple,” Dante says with a big smile.
I smile, giggling. “The all-American breakfast. My favorite.” I take a sip of my coffee, and it tastes exactly the way I made it. I hum my approval, and the look on his face reminds me of last night. I think Dante might have a kink for praise. “And you make a mean cup of coffee, I’m a lucky girl.”
Dante smiles, taking a bite of bacon. “I aim to please you. I like seeing you happy.”
