Page 37 of Vicious Luna
She tightens around me, her body trembling, and within a minute, she starts to come undone. I grit my teeth against the sensation of her inner walls fluttering around me as she falls apart spectacularly, gushing all over my cock with her release. It takes every bit of self-control I have left not to fall over the edge with her.
Her muscles slacken as she rides out the last waves of her orgasm, and I reach forward to wrap a hand around her throat, tugging her up until her back is flush against my chest and banding my other arm around her waist. “You’re in big trouble now, Luna,” I growl into the shell of her ear, nipping at the lobe with my teeth as I thrust up into her. “From the way you just soaked my dick, now I know your weakness.”
“And I know yours,” she fires back, clenching her muscles tight until her pussy feels like it’s suffocating me in a vise grip.
I curse under my breath, groaning in delirium as she starts bouncing on my lap, dropping a hand between her legs to unabashedly play with her clit. It’s hot as fuck. She’s just as wild and uninhibited in the sack as I imagined she’d be, and the reality far surpasses even my dirtiest fantasies.
Shoving my hands up under her shirt, I palm her full tits, pinching and twisting her nipples between my fingers until she starts to unravel once more. Right when I feel her second orgasm crest, I press a hand to her spine and bend her back over, shoving her cheek into the dirt. My other hand digs a bruising grip into her hip as I slam into her a few more times before joining her in the throes of bliss, nearly blacking out from the force of my climax.
When it’s all over, we’re both sweaty and panting, coatedin dirt and grime from the forest floor. Luna’s warm and pliant as I ease out of her, struggling to catch my breath as I tuck myself away and prepare for the guilt and self-loathing to set in.
She’ll hate me even more after this, but that’s something I’ll just have to live with. Because she could never hate me more than I already hate myself.
18
Is it possible to black out from the intensity of an orgasm? Because I barely remember getting back here to this cell, let alone climbing onto the cot to fall asleep. When I blink my eyes open, there’s a steady pounding in my skull and my throat is as dry as the Sahara. It takes me a second to fully come to, and as soon as I reach to my wolf for strength, I realize why.
I’ve been drugged again.
Thatmotherfucker.
I abruptly sit up, my head spinning and a wave of nausea hitting me.How dare that asshole fuck me in the woods, then haul me back here to shoot me up with wolfsbane and sedatives?If I wasn’t already planning on giving him a slow, agonizing death when I escape this place, I am now. The douchebag has it coming.
And speaking of coming…
Ugh, why are fantasies of ripping his throat out immediately followed by a kaleidoscope of filthy memories of what we did in the forest? I may hate Cam and everything he stands for, but hot damn, the boy canget it. Best sex of my life, hands down.
Of course, now I get to play the‘should’ve, would’ve, could’ve’game with myself. Like Ishould’vetaken advantage of the situation when he had his pants down. Hewould’vebeen caught off guard and Icould’vegotten away. But instead, I got swept up in the moment, enjoying his dick a little too much to think of anything else but how good it felt moving inside me. And the way he savagely grabbed my hips and pulled my hair and pounded me into the dirt…
Fuck.
I scrub my hands down my face, groaning to myself as I try to pivot my thoughts to something other than getting down and dirty with my warden. Ishouldn’thave liked it as much as I did. Iwouldn’tstill be in this predicament if I kept my fucking wits about me rather than getting dicknotized. But Icouldn’tresist giving into the explosive tension between us that’s been simmering like an inferno since day one, when I clocked his muscles and tattoos and towering build. His devilishly handsome face. I knew then that he’d be my ruin, and damnit, I was right.
Doesn’t mean I didn’t enjoy it, though. As wrong as it was, it was twice as good. I can still feel the ache of him between my thighs and the bruises on my hips left behind from his grip. It’s true that he’s my jailer and I’m his captive… but he’s also a man, and I’m a woman. There’s no faking the kind of sexual chemistry the two of us have.
Or orgasms, for that matter. There was definitely no need to fake those when he was hitting my g-spot with every thrust. Like I said, boy canget it.
Swinging my legs over the edge of the cot, I glance down to see that I’m just as filthy as my current train of thought. This t-shirt was white before I entered the forest, but now both the fabric and my skin are covered in dirt from that frisky little romp in the woods. I need a shower badly.
Leaning down to grab my jug of water off the floor, I start unscrewing the lid, glancing toward the stairs as I hear thelock at the top disengage with a beep. Ever since that creepy dude came down here and yanked my arm through the bars, my heart leaps into my throat when I hear that sound. I hold my breath every time, until Cam comes into view at the bottom of the staircase and I can finally exhale.
My fingers toy with the cap of the water jug as I wait, and I let out a shallow sigh of relief when those shiny black boots land on the bottom step and a now-familiar set of dark eyes lock with mine.
Cam’s completely expressionless, but that’s nothing new. He always comes down here with his composure intact until I start poking at him to get him to drop the mask. I raise the water jug to my lips as he starts toward my cell, taking a few greedy swallows to soothe my parched throat. Then I wipe my mouth off on a dirty wrist as I lower the jug, glaring daggers at my warden as I swivel to face him.
“Did you drug me again?!” I demand, a harsh bite of accusation in my tone.
His blank expression doesn’t even shift in the slightest. “Had to keep you down so I could make repairs,” he mutters, nodding toward the window behind me.
I whip around to look, my stomach sinking in disappointment when I see the ‘repairs’ he made. What once allowed for an unobstructed view of the outside world is now partially obscured by shiny metal bars, bolted into the cement wall above and below it. Even if I could get the window behind them open again, it’s no longer an option for escape.
“You’re lucky it was me that caught you and not somebody else,” Cam grumbles, and I pivot back around, so angry that steam’s practically coming from my ears.
“Oh yeah?” I snap. “Why’s that? Wouldn’t they have punished me for escaping the same way you did?”
Cam’s eyes darken, his lips turning down slightly in a frown. “You wouldn’t have enjoyed it,” he murmurs.
I scoff a laugh, rolling my eyes. “Who says I enjoyed it?”