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He untangles his hands from the restraints. One of them lands on my shoulder, and I let him dig his fingers in my flesh as I move up his chest, tasting every single part where I smeared the whipped cream with my tongue. Moaning as I move down, and up again, so slow my heart starts to race from the anticipation as his body starts to tremble. His fingers disappear in my hair and he starts to pull on the strands.

“You taste so good,” I breathe against his neck.

“That’s the cake,” he tells me, his voice husky and hoarse. And I love the way he’s sweating already. I lick at his temple tasting the salt. He gasps and grips my hair tight. “I like your longer hair.”

“Do you now?” I ask, wetting my index and middle finger. I know, that’s why I didn’t cut it. Locking eyes with him, I circle his nipple leaving a wet trail there. His mouth opens as he watches me through those thick black lashes. I suck the rigid peak into my mouth, and his hold on my shoulder intensifies as his back arches.

“It hurts so good,” he moans my name and I suck harder. He pushes his dick against my stomach, and I groan, letting his nipple go with a pop.

“Moon,” he says, his voice needy with want and trembling a little as he grinds his hips against my core. I flick his nipple between my fingers and he cries out.

My hair falls in front of my eyes, and he reaches out to push it behind my ear. I was planning to take him any way I wanted, but now that I have him panting under me something changed, I can feel it.

I run my tongue over the pink little nub, and he lets out a guttural cry.

“You like that?” I ask and he nods, his mouth parting on a silent moan. I blow against his wet nipple, and his body gets covered in goosebumps. “You’re so responsive,” I praise him, and his big eyes plead with mine.

I move up his body and nip at his ear, and he freezes and starts to giggle, “That tickles.” The sound of his chuckle fills my cold empty heart with something I’ve never experienced before. I’ve never heard that laugh directed at me. Never seen him look at me like he’s doing now, in awe and trepidation and fear while he smiles at me.

“Are you going to fuck me now?” he asks, sounding so needy as his smirk disappears. His eyes so big and filled with desire, but I know a part of him is afraid of what I will do.

“You want me too?” I ask, my chest swelling with need like my dick. Fuck, it hurts, and he watches as I unbuckle my belt and drag it from my pants. I put it next to his head as a promise. With shaking hands, he reaches down, and he looks cute biting on his bottom lip struggling to open the button before he goes for the zipper. He probably doesn’t do it on purpose but when his knuckles trail over my hard dick I lose it. I grab the back of his head and pull him back by his long hair, exposing his throat. Fuck, I want to slap his pretty face again, but I also know he isn’t ready for what I really want. I want to keep him this time. I want to play with him, to use him, to spoil him for every other man coming after me.

“Are you mine, Eliot?” I ask instead, knowing full well he already is. He belongs to me; that’s the fucking promise I made the day I locked eyes with him. There’s no one else. There will never be anyone but him.

“Yes,” I moan and whimper. I know I shouldn’t be doing this, but fuck his tongue feels so good as it glides over my chest. I know this means nothing to him. I can see it in his eyes. And me and Dash have a plan to make them hurt, but even though this is part of it, why do I feel like I’m the one hurting myself by denying what I really want, him. He wants to own me. Nobody except her and Tian wants me, the others just see my face and that’s it. They don’t want to see what’s inside, and Moon is no exception. He only sees my pretty face like the rest of them. But he wants to be the first to own my body in places nobody has touched before. I know he wants me to get addicted to him, so he’ll be the only one who can give me the release I need.

He trails his mouth down and looks at me while he reaches my waistband with the tips of his fingers. I untangle my other hand from his tie, and he chuckles. When I don’t go for his throat to get him off me, his smile widens. Fuck, my dick has never been this hard, it’s tenting right before his eyes.

“How long has it been?” he asks, slowly gliding his palm over my hard-on. I grit my teeth and twitch the sheets between my fingers.

“What do you mean?”

“When was the last time you had someone between your legs?” His voice hard and detached like he’s doing everything in his power not to choke my lights out or slap me again. I wouldn’t mind if he did both, especially at the same time. My dick starts to throb and he smiles.

I frown, and my voice falters. “I’ve never.”

He rubs his chin over my stomach and settles himself between my legs. Pressing his face against my thigh he looks up at me. Holy fuck, his mouth is inches from my cock. I can feel the pre-cum leaking from my slit. I cover my erection with my left hand, and he grins and sits up, leaning back.

“I’m in a good mood now, so I’ll take it slow.”

“What?” I breathe watching as he roughly shoves off my sweats but leaves my boxers on. I try to sit up, but he pushes me back against the sheets.

“Relax, I know you let Yuki have you first, so you can stop lying,” he says and raises a brow as to say defy me and see what happens. He flashes me a half smile and runs his tongue over my boxershorts, never taking his dark, brooding eyes off me.

My back arches. “Ahhhh,” I cry out when he licks at the wet spot there. My cheeks flush, and I feel like I need to explain what happened with Yuki to him. But something makes me hold back on telling him. I know I should talk to Moon or Tian about it, but a part of me wants to hold back because of what they might do to Yuki. I mean I don’t like the guy, and he always tries to get my dick, but he doesn’t deserve to die.

“Relax, bǎobèi, I’ll make it burn so good,” he promises and lifts up my ass and pries my sweats all the way down and throws them on the floor. I look at him, taking in his tattoos, the lean line of his waist, and his defined arms. He’s so beautiful. Moon runs both hands through his hair and gives me a devilish smile. He raises my right leg up and kisses the inside of my foot and my head falls back against the pillow. Chuckling, he kisses his way up my smooth legs, trailing them open, teasing open-mouthed kisses over my skin. When he reaches the inside of my thigh he stops, and I let out a sound of protest.

“I can smell you.” My cheeks flush and he shakes his head. “I like that smell, like sage and lavender.” This is the first time he’s commented on something else than my face or my body.

He stares at my boxers and the bulge clearly present there. Is he going to take them off now? Will he stop if I say no? I bite on my lip and his eyes flash to mine. The look in his changes for a split second and I get scared. It’s like he wants to tear the boxers from me.

“I bet your dick is still as pretty as your face,” he states, his fingers softly forming circles over my knees as his eyes roll up to meet mine.

His dirty words make my cheeks flush. I move my head to the side, making my long hair cover my face. He moves up the bed, digging his knees in the sheets. Reaching out, he brushes the strands away from my temple and cups my cheek. He looks so hot wearing his black dress pants and those colorful tattoos decorating every part of his body, it makes my head swim.

“Look at me,” he orders, and I reluctantly turn my head in his direction. He grabs my knees and pushes them apart. Swearing he smiles, and it isn’t a nice one; it’s like he wants to test how far he can take it. He keeps spreading me wider, opening me up for him. My knees strain and my boxers stretch painfully over my hard-on as he keeps pushing. My slit teases the waistband of my boxers and peeks out a little.