Chapter 284

Luna

I take a deep breath and approach him. My hands have barely touched the skin of his cheeks when he suddenly opens his eyes.

“You’re not going to hurt me,” I whisper, using the calmest, softest tone I can manage.

Oscar exhales, and his warm breath hits my face.

“I’ve always controlled it, but now I can’t,” he whispers.

“What? What’s changed?”

“I’m letting him take control… and his jealousy…” He swallows hard and breathes deeply through his nose. “They were all looking at you, wanting a piece of you, and I almost killed them.”

“Who? What are you talking about, Oscar? I don’t understand.”

“At the pub! The men were devouring you with their eyes. They always do. For years I’ve been able to keep Monster at bay, but now he’s stronger—he just wants to see blood from anyone who breathes near you. He wants it. I want it. We all want it.”

One by one, all the puzzle pieces start falling into place. It’s because of me. He’s like this because he’s jealous and unable to hold it back. It makes sense. His mood changed the moment we entered the pub.

“There’s no one else here, big guy,” I whisper, cupping his face with my hands. “It’s just you and me. You can relax.”

He shakes his head, and tears start to gather in his eyes.

“They want to hurt you. Don’t you get it? You’re in danger!”

He tries to pull away, but I hold him tighter, forcing him to look at me.

“You’re never going to hurt me.” I run my index finger along his nose and offer a small smile. “Wanna go catch butterflies with me?”

His gaze shifts to my shoulder and he slowly tilts his head. Bit by bit, his breathing starts to slow. His eyes return to mine, and he shakes his head.

“I want to catch you,” he says in such a deep, husky tone it sends a shiver through me.

I hold my breath and wrap my arms around his neck.

“Then do it,” I whisper against his lips.

A growl rumbles from his throat as he grabs my waist and crashes his mouth into mine. Our tongues intertwine, and I’m about to moan from sheer pleasure when his erection presses against my stomach. But before I can make a sound, Oscar pulls back and grabs my hand. He drags me to the SUV, and with a sudden motion, slams my back against the passenger door.

“Tell me you want this,” he whispers into my ear.

I swallow hard and nod, my whole body trembling with anticipation. I know whatever’s about to happen will be unforgettable—everything with Oscar is.

I have to admit, this change between us isn’t as bad as I expected. I think I’m starting to like it. I haven’t just gotten my best friend back—I have someone who gives me everything a part of me has always longed for: affection, tenderness, protection, and…

I lose my train of thought when I hear the sound of his belt. He stretches my arms and guides them through the window opening.

“What are you doing?” I ask, my voice shaking.

He doesn’t answer. He wraps the belt around my wrists and secures them tightly to the roof handle.

“We’re going to play a game,” he mutters, his hands trailing down my sides. I try to turn my head to give him a warning look, but a slap on my ass makes me jump.

“I give the orders, and you obey. That’s the only rule.”

He grabs a handful of my ass roughly, making me moan. Oscar doesn’t wait for me to agree to the game—my body betrays me when it shudders the moment he touches me again, this time between my legs. He quickly pulls down my shorts and panties, and I feel the tip of his cock sliding between my soaked folds. He teases me, rocking back and forth along my slit, but doesn’t enter.

“Oscar…” I whisper, pleading.

His teeth sink into my shoulder just as his hips thrust forward, burying himself deep inside me in one hard stroke. All the air leaves my lungs. It’s painful—he’s too big—but also so fucking good.

“Now start screaming,” he orders, pulling out just a little before driving back into me.

His hips come alive, moving faster and harder, in and out, over and over. I moan, I scream, I pant. I come quickly, but he doesn’t stop. It’s like he’s possessed by some sex god—insatiable, tireless, savage.

Suddenly, he slows down. I feel a hot stream of spit land between my cheeks. I lean further forward, and then I feel his finger teasing my back entrance.

“Slow…” I plead.

He kisses my neck, then bites it gently while still buried in my pussy. He slides his finger in inch by inch.

“Every hole is mine.” He reaches the end and starts to rotate his finger slowly, making me moan again. “Every little part of you belongs to me, Luna.”

He pulls his finger out, then pushes two back in.

“Say it. I want to hear you say this tight ass is mine.”

I can barely form words. My brain is short-circuiting from all the sensations he’s flooding me with. He’s not just fucking me with his cock and fingers—it’s his raspy voice in my ear, the heat of his chest against my back, his scent… the whole damn combination is the dirtiest, most arousing thing I’ve ever felt.

“It’s yours,” I manage to whisper, barely.

“Of course it is.”

His cock slips out, and I feel like a part of me is missing. He crouches down, and then I feel his tongue on my ass. A deep gasp tears from my throat. I tug at my bound wrists but can’t break free.

“Stay still,” he orders and pushes his tongue back in.

Minutes pass—or maybe hours. My need and arousal only grow with every swipe of his tongue, every graze of his fingers. He stands again and guides his cock to my back entrance. It hurts at first, but I’m so turned on I almost beg him to go faster.

“Fuck,” I mutter once he’s fully inside.

His breath hits the back of my neck, and I hear him groan softly.

“I’m going to make you love me, Luna.” He pulls back slightly and thrusts again. “I’ll become your whole world, just like you’re mine.”

I close my eyes and swallow a scream of pleasure. I want to tell him it’s too late for that. Oscar’s always been my world. The only person who can truly hurt me—and that’s exactly why it’s so hard to accept that what we have is more than friendship.

A few more thrusts and the moment his fingers touch my clit, another orgasm crashes through me from head to toe. He pulls out, and I feel him come all over the small of my back.

Then he just rests his forehead against my shoulder, breathing heavily.

“Let’s go home,” I whisper breathlessly.

He smiles against my skin and kisses it.

“Yeah. Let’s get the hell out of here.”