Faked Amnesia, Real Luna Revenge Chapter 11
I waited until eleven that night.
Declan came into the living room wearing slippers. When he saw me, his handsome brows drew together tightly, and he asked, “Why are you still up?”
“Baby, what happened to your face?”
One side of Declan’s face was swollen. It was obvious he had been hit.
I hurried toward him and reached out to touch it, but he grabbed my hand and pushed it away with a cool, restrained motion.
“It’s late. Go get some rest.”
I kept knocking on his door. Annoyed by the noise, Declan finally opened it.
I followed him inside.
Declan went back to the sofa and sat down with his legs spread. A lit cigarette rested between his long, well-defined fingers.
He took drag after drag, pale smoke curling up and blurring his sharp, handsome features, making him look almost unreal.
I wasn’t wearing a bra.
He suddenly grabbed my hand, crushed the cigarette out in the trash beside him, then pulled hard, dragging me down onto his lap.
I thought he wanted intimacy.
—
But instead, he gripped my chin, forcing my face up so I had no choice but to meet his eyes.
Under the bright crystal chandelier, his perfect face leaned in close, his voice low and dangerous as he said, “Luna, I can sleep with you and help you get back at Joey, but I don’t want to take advantage of you.”
I looked at his face, seductive and dangerously alluring, and felt my throat grow dry with heat.
And there was also the warmth beneath me.
His dark, burning eyes locked onto mine without blinking.
I could see the sheen of sweat forming at his forehead, hear the heavy, uneven rhythm of his breathing.
I hooked my arms around his neck. “Declan, you’re not taking advantage of me. I know exactly what I’m doing.”
After saying that, I tilted my head up and pressed my lips to his.
…
What followed was a searing, breath-stealing kiss.
Declan’s hand clamped around my waist. He said, “Misty, I’m going to have sex with you now. Do you understand?”
I let out a low sound of agreement.
I felt his body respond quickly beneath me. My hand slid downward, slipped into his underwear, and wrapped around him, already hard and rising.
—
He let out a strained breath and pressed himself into my palm. I felt him grow harder, fuller, pulsing against my hand.
Just as I had imagined, Declan satisfied me completely.
“Ah… Declan… right there… that feels so good… oh… deeper… harder…”
His handsome face was flushed red. His solid chest was covered in marks, vivid and unmistakable.
When he finally released inside me, my vision went white, and I nearly passed out.
…
Originally, I had only planned to sleep with him for one night.
But under his fierce intensity, we didn’t leave the apartment for three days and three nights. We ordered takeout for every meal.
During that time, Joey called me several times, something he rarely did before.
The moment I heard his voice, I hung up. I didn’t reply to a single message.
“Misty…”
One evening, as Declan and I were heading out, we ran straight into Joey.
His expression was terrible. He crushed the cigarette under his foot and strode toward me.
—
Before he could get close, Declan stepped in front of me.
“Declan, what the hell do you mean?” Joey demanded.
Declan gave him a cold glance. “Misty is my mate now. Stay away from her.”
“Your mate?”
Joey completely lost it and swung his fist again.
“Careful.”
This time, Declan reacted fast. He caught Joey’s hand and turned his head toward me, his voice instantly gentle.
“Misty, I need to settle something with him. You go back first. We’ll head out again later.”
I nodded, worry creeping in. “Then don’t get hurt.”
Declan looked at me with unmistakable affection and said, “I won’t.” His gaze followed me until I walked into the building.
“Declan, we’re brothers. How could you do this?” Joey demanded behind me.
Declan turned back and examined him coldly. “Brothers? Do you really qualify?”
Joey froze.
“If it weren’t for the fact that you had a good Luna, honestly, you wouldn’t even be worth my attention.”
Joey’s face darkened instantly.