But the thought of changing anything in the cell made my stomach twist into knots.I couldn't change anything. It had to stay the way it was. The way it always was. Seeing the way she suffered, however, made me feel…odd.
My heart beating in my throat, I stuck the cuffs back into my pocket and grabbed the key, ignoring the voice that whispered in my ear that maybe she was only fucking with me. That I was a fool to trust her woe-is-me act. But another part of me couldn’t stand the thought that she was actually in pain and I did nothing to help her when it was completely within my power to do so.
“What are you doing?” she asked. "Aren't you going to cuff me?"
I swung open the door. “Would you like to come eat at the table with me?”
She stared at me like she couldn’t believe what she was hearing. “The table?”
“Yes. In the kitchen.”
She blinked at me twice. Then, without another word, she rushed to the door. Still limping, but not as badly as before.
When she reached me, I blocked her exit, tensing as she got close, but effectively halting her. “Luna, look at me.”
Her blue eyes flew to mine.
“I need you to swear on your brother’s life that you won’t try anything. You won't try to leave this house. It’s late. And I’m fucking exhausted. And I don’t feel like chasing you across the grounds just to throw you back in this cell. So swear it, on Logan’s life.”
Tendrils of fear darkened her eyes. “I swear.”
“You swear what?” I needed to hear the words.
“I swear I won’t try to leave.”
A heartbeat passed, then another, as I stared into her blue eyes, wishing I could see all the way into her soul. “Va bene.” Okay. Stepping out of the way, I allowed her to pass.
She stood frozen in place for a fraction of a second, and then she rushed from the cell, not stopping until she made it to the doorway.
“Straight down the hall, past the living room,” I answered her unspoken question.
Hands fisted at her sides, she walked stiffly down the hall, looking into every room she passed. There weren’t many. Unlike Luca’s monstrous home, this house was small, and I preferred it that way. Two bedrooms, an office, two bathrooms, a living room and the kitchen.My room was down another short hallway. Isaw her peer in that direction, and I watched, wondering if her curiosity would take her that way.
I wondered what it would be like to have her in my room. In my bed.
Her steps slowed, but then picked up again as she continued to the kitchen.
Retrieving her plate, I followed, my full attention on the site of her walking away in tight black leggings, even though the hoodie she wore over her gray T-shirt obstructed my view of her ass. Luna had the best legs I’d ever seen on a woman. Actually, she had the best everything.
A vision of her plumped out with age and good food, with gray in her hair and lines around her eyes and mouth when she smiled, came to me out of nowhere. And I suddenly wished I had my drawing tablet so I could capture that image on paper.
I very much wanted to see this future version of Luna. I wanted to see her smile at me like that, the skin around her eyes crinkling and her full lips parting to reveal straight, white teeth. Wanted to see the wrinkles in her face deepen and her hair lighten. She would be so beautiful as she aged.
This longing stirred something deep within me that I didn't recognize, some primal need I'd never experienced before. It disturbed me to my core, because I was unable to comprehend these new desires she'd awoken inside me the first day I saw her. I'd always prided myself on being in control, both mentally and physically. But now this petite woman with her gorgeous legs and long, dark hair had turned my world upside down without even trying.
And now that the dam had broken, I was completely captivated by her. Obsessed. Also, I had no idea what to do about these overwhelming emotions flooding my system. All I knew for certain was I couldn't stand not to be near her, and the thought of anything happening to her was enough to send me into a murderous rage.
Somehow, someway, Luna had unlocked something dark and dangerous within me, something I both feared and craved to unleash.
When we got to the kitchen, I set her plate down at the place to my right. Then I got myself some quiche, poured two glasses of tea, and joined her at the table.
“Thank you," she said when I set her glass near her plate. Scooping up a small bite on her fork, Luna looked at the mixture of eggs and vegetables but didn't taste it.
“It’s quiche,” I supplied. “It’s very good. Try it.”
After one more skeptical look, she did, cautiously taking a bite and chewing it slowly. Something warm unfolded within me as her eyes closed in pleasure and she moaned deep in her throat.
I wondered if she’d moan that way with my cock stuffed in her mouth.
