I stepped to the side, pulling my shirt closed and buttoning it. But my hands were trembling so much I couldn’t get the tiny buttons through the holes. Our conversation had me out of sorts. I felt unsteady on my feet. Unsettled. And I didn’t fucking like it.
“Here, let me help you.” Luna moved in front of me again and reached for my shirt, but I grabbed both of her wrists, stopping her. Her lips parted in surprise and, without thought, I took her mouth with mine, kissing her hard. I knew we needed to talk more about what happened with Gino. I needed to make her understand why I’d brought her here. But right now, all I wanted to do was drown in the taste of her until her moans in my ears overpowered the voices in my head.
Turning us around, I raised her arms above her head and said against her lips, “Hang onto the bars.”
She did as I told her without question, reaching behind her and wrapping her fingers around the cold metal, her eyes on mine and her chest rising and falling with fast, shallow breaths.
“Don’t let go.” Slowly, I released her hands and pulled the handcuffs out of my back pocket. I had to get even closer to cuff her wrists to the bars, and as soon as it was done, I found myself instinctively retreating, my muscles tense, my senses on high alert for any hint of danger. But I quickly calmed down when the handcuffs clanged against the metal bars, reassured that she was under my control.
Jesus fucking Christ, she looked so damn fuckable with her lips swollen from my kiss and her hair falling in messy waves around her shoulders. A red flush crept up her chest as my eyes wandered down to her full breasts. Her pink tank top was so thin I could see the darker color of her areolas and the hardened peaks of her nipples. My groin tightened, and I licked my lips. I wanted to taste them.
Stepping close, I was about to take out my knife like I had last time when I remembered she didn’t have any other clothes here. Although I would enjoy having her naked at all times, I knew it would make her feel too vulnerable. So, instead, I lifted her shirt from the bottom, exposing her soft stomach as I raised it up and over her breasts, exposing them completely to my avid gaze. I moaned aloud as they rose and fell with each breath. And in response, she closed her eyes and let her head fall back against the bars, arching her back.
With a shaking hand, I skimmed my palm over one nipple. Luna jerked once before settling back against the bars. With both hands this time, I lifted and kneaded her breasts. I loved the weight of them, soft and firm and giving all at once. Lowering my head, I sucked one nipple into my mouth, rolling it around on my tongue and scraping it with my teeth. Luna whimpered, and I moved to the other side, sucking and tasting before kissing my way to her stomach.
Dropping to my knees, I pulled her shorts down and waited for her to lift one bandaged foot, then the other. I left them on the floor beside us and sat back on my heels. Soft dark curls hid the delicate pink flesh of her sex, and I ran my fingers through them, feeling the texture before I opened her wide with my thumbs, pressing her hips to the bars with my palms. When that wasn’t enough, I lifted her right leg and laid it over my shoulder. Myskin shifted restlessly where she touched me, but I blocked it from my mind and focused on the sight and scent of her. Again pressing my palms against her hips, I used my thumbs to expose all of her to my hungry eyes.
“Tristan…”
My name was a moan on her lips. She was wet and ready, but I made myself wait, savoring the anticipation until she was squirming against my hold and raising her hips to my mouth. Then, and only then, I lowered my head and lapped up the moisture with my tongue. God, she tasted so fucking sweet. I listened to the sounds she made, focusing my attention on the areas she seemed to enjoy the most, my cock growing uncomfortably hard.
I relished the pain. Craved it. Just like I was beginning to constantly crave the feel of Luna’s skin beneath my fingers and the taste of her on my tongue.
Burying my face in her pussy, I shoved two fingers inside of her, groaning when she tightened around them. With my other hand, I unfastened my slacks and pulled out my swollen cock. I pumped my length, fucking her with my fingers and tonguing her clit.
She made the most beautiful sounds as she ground her sex against my face.
Her cries mingled with my moans as my fist tightened around my cock and I pushed my fingers in deep, sucking her clit into my mouth and flicking it with my tongue. She came hard, her weight heavy on my shoulder as her standing leg gave out.
My own orgasm slid down my spine, tightening my balls, slamming through me as I threw my head back with a cry. Mycum coated my hand and the bars of the cell, covering the floor outside of it.
When I could breathe again, I gently lifted her leg from my shoulder and lowered my forehead to the juncture between her thighs, my hands gripping her full hips to hold myself steady. The musky sweet scent of her was stronger now, and I forced my tongue between her folds, licking her from back to front as far as I could reach.
I’d never in my life experienced a connection with someone like I just did with Luna. I didn’t even know how to describe it.It made me wonder what it would feel like to come inside of her. But as I imagined myself on top of her, her arms and legs wrapped around my naked, scarred body, the heat in my blood suddenly turned to ice. “I’m sorry. I have to go.”
I couldn’t look at her as I tucked myself back into my pants and stood. Locking her in the cell, I quickly un-cuffed her hands, leaving the metal bracelets hanging from the bars by one cuff. Luna calling my name was the last thing I heard as I rushed from the room in a panic.
Later, much later, I would wish with everything in me that I’d stopped and turned around.
CHAPTER 4
Luna
No! Please! Stay with me!
I’d called after my new jailor like some kind of pathetic about-to-be-ex girlfriend just because he’d gotten me off. What the hell was the matter with me?
My hands shook as I yanked down my tank top and picked up my sleep shorts from the floor, then stalked into the bathroom to wash his scent from my skin, slamming the door behind me.
Wetting my hair, I reached for the shampoo and froze. Everything in there—the shampoo and conditioner, the body wash, the razor, even the loofah—they were all the exact kind I used every day. Same brand. Same scents. Everything.
Holy shit. Bringing me here wasn’t some spur-of-the-moment decision like he’d claimed. No. He’d fucking planned this. How long had he been watching me? And at what point did he decide he was going to take me for himself?
And when, exactly, had I stopped thinking of him as my kidnapper and started craving him as my lover?
I groaned aloud, telling myself I’d only called out like that because I didn’t want to be locked up in here alone again. But as I scrubbed my skin raw trying to remove the memory of his touch, I knew it wouldn’t do any good, because this psychopath had somehow dug his waybeneathmy skin, like a fucking parasite.
I suddenly stilled, bent over with one leg only half washed, the loofa dripping soap onto the shower floor, as I realized that I hadn’t even tried to block him out this time. Nope. I’d been extremely aware of every touch of his fingers. Every brush of his lips. Every lick of his tongue. Every sound he made as he explored my body and made me come harder than I ever had in my life.
