“Well, what do you want to talk about?” He curls his upper lip, and I try to hold on to my confidence. I won’t let him chase it away, whether he’s meaning to or not.
“I said to you that I didn’t want any more secrets between us, but I now realize it wasn’t fair to ask that of you. So, all I ask is if you could tell me if there are any more, so I don’t feel blindsided if and when they come out. You don’t have to tell me everything, Em, but I will. I promise, no more secrets. No matter what, as long as they belong to me.” I have to add that part, I’m not about to tell him about D and Jake. “I know I hurt you. At least, I think I did. That was never my intention. I was scared to tell you, Em, I didn’t know how you would react. I was scared for him and… for myself.”
His head whips around to stare at me, his eyes are wide, and oh so dark.
“I would never hurt you, Star. Don’t you get that? This goes beyond obsession and infatuation. I think… you know what, I don’t know what I think. I just know that I want, no I need, you to be happy. Happy and safe. With all of us on board, I know that nothing will go wrong. You’re the safest and most protected person around. You’re untouchable, Luna, and that’s the way you’re going to stay.” He wraps his hand around my throat, before claiming my mouth. He steals my breath, and leaves me a panting, quivering mess.
“How long until you have to get the food out?”
The question throws me off, but I quickly try and work it out.
“Roughly twenty five minutes,” I say through staggered breaths. A sly smile spreads across his face, before he stands up, throws me over his shoulder, and carries me into his office.
“What are you doing?” I all but squeal as he drops me down on the desk, the hard drop reverberates up my ass, and I have to resist rubbing at it.
“Showing you all the things that can happen in twenty five minutes,” is all he says, as he devours me whole.
His tongue thrusts into my mouth, dominating every inch, and drawing out a long moan. My hands cling onto his shoulders, before he grips my wrists and forces my arms behind my back, until I’m leaning back against the desk.
He pushes my skirt up, and tears my panties off. His fingers thrust inside me, and I cry out at the sudden intrusion, clenching around him, as he swallows my cries, owning everything I have. He drops to his knees, before his mouth wraps around my clit, and he sucks my lips into his mouth. Sucking, licking, and biting. He's not gentle, but the pain and pleasure is a heady combination. One of his free hands comes up to swipe everything off the desk, and I watch in horror as his laptop flies across the room.
His hand slides up my stomach, until it reaches my breast, squeezing hard, pinching my nipple over my bra and I can barely hold myself up. I crash over the edge, so fucking hard that my vision spins.
He rises to his full height, before pushing me down onto my back, until I’m lying across his desk. Good thing it’s long. That’s not the only thing that’s long.
He pulls my ass to the edge, before he unzips his fly, and pulls himself free. My mouth waters at the sight, as he pumps himself, lines up, and thrusts into me. Hard and fast, he takes me. My hands grip either side of the desk, white knuckling it, as my eyes squeeze shut. His hand wraps around my throat, as the other holds onto my hip, and I can tell he’s losing control. His movements become more ragged, his breathing labored, and I’m right there with him. I clench around him once more, before I scream out in absolute pleasure, and he grunts before he groans my name and throws his head back with an animalistic roar. He unloads himself within me, and I love every fucking minute.
He pulls out, grabs some tissue, and holds it against me. I push myself up to a sitting position, and he kisses me softly. I can’t think, he’s never been this gentle before, and it hurts my heart, but in the best kind of way.
He rests his head against my head, our breath mingling, and I have a feeling that if I placed my hand on his chest then our hearts would both be beating the same frantic rhythm.
“Luna, I think I want to keep you.” He glares at me, before storming away, and I’m numb. Who says something like that, to then run away? Emmet, that’s who.
It’s Saturday, and Aeron has plans for me. He won’t tell me anything about it, other than to wear something slutty. His exact words, typical Aeron, and I love him for it. No idea what that says about me, and I’m not about to question it. I don’t know if I’d like the answer.
I put on a gold strapless dress that falls mid thigh. It shimmers in the light, and my heels are small, but add enough height that my head just reaches his nose. I really should start wearing higher ones, but I’d probably fall ass over tit.
“You look fucking delectable, but why gold?”
“Isn’t that your color? You know, navy for Tucker, black for Emmet, and I think brown for Thallon.” I look at him with drawn brows, and he laughs loud, and carefree.
“No, I just think you look sinful in it. My color would be red. Believe me, reds have more fun.” He continues to laugh, and I purse my lips slightly, before sliding my hand into the crook of his arm.
“So, where are we going?” I ask, noticing that it’s six pm, and he still hasn’t told me anything about our apparent ‘date’.
“Come on, gorgeous, you’ll see. There’s a reason why I have no hobbies on my dossier.” He winks before leading me outside, and into the car.
He doesn’t say anything else until we pull up to a nondescript building, and butterflies swarm around in my stomach.
He climbs out of the car and extends his hand to me. I have no choice but to take it. I mean, I know he wouldn't put me in danger, but I don’t like not knowing where we are. He walks over to the door and gives three loud raps on it with his knuckles. A partition slides away revealing a set of eyes, who look us over.
“Password,” the eyes says, and I swallow hard.
“Fuck a duck.” Aeron cracks up again, and I can’t help but suspect that he’s as high as a kite right now.
The partition slides closed, before the door opens, and we step inside.
“What is this place?” I whisper, trying to make out his features through the dim light.
“It’s an exclusive club, dancing, drinking, drugs of all kinds. Gambling, and gaming.” He smirks, and it’s only the last part that throws me off.
“Gaming, as in Xbox?” I feel like a moron for asking it like that, what else could he mean.
“Virtual reality, where you can be anyone you want, without any of the judgements.”
“So, why did I have to dress like this?” I indicate my dress, and his eyes gleam.
“You didn’t, but if we wanted to check out the dancing section afterwards, then I wanted you easily accessible.” He slides his tongue across his lips, and heat pools in my stomach.
I nod numbly, as he links our hands and leads us further down the hallway, until he opens a door to reveal six different people wearing virtual headsets.
“Come on, Eclipse, live out a fantasy with me.” His eyes scream vulnerability, and I could never refuse him, not like this.
I slip my headset on, before the world around me disappears, and I’m sucked into a world of his own making.