Chapter 293 293

Chapter 293 293
Oscar
It’s past two in the morning when I finally decide to get out of bed. The waiting is driving me insane—more than usual. Angy told me Luna went to the Madness, and my first instinct was to go after her. Beni’s there, and after finding out what’s been going on between them, I could barely keep the damn jealousy in check. But I know that dragging her back by force would only make things worse.
You’re a fucking coward. That’s why you didn’t do it. You don’t have the balls to throw that female over your shoulder and make it clear that no one but you gets to touch her.
I ignore his presence at the foot of the stairs and keep walking toward the kitchen. With every step, my back throbs. The wounds aren’t deep, but there are many of them, and I can already feel some beginning to heal, forming crusty scabs that itch like hell.
“Good evening, sweetheart,” Laura greets me kindly the moment she sees me. “Insomnia again?”
I nod and sit on one of the stools at the breakfast bar. In less than a minute, she places a steaming mug of hot chocolate in front of me.
“What’s on your mind? You look restless.”
I take a sip and exhale heavily.
“I always am. Sometimes I think how amazing it would be to live like a normal person. Not having to constantly control myself, not having to fight the voices… Just being me.”
Laura smiles and rests her elbows on the granite countertop.
“Our madness is what makes us special. If they took it away from us, who would we be? The way I see it, normalcy is overrated.”
This time, I smile. She’s right. All my life I’ve lived with the voices in my head. I’ve wondered so many times if they’re what defines me. I still don’t have an answer, and I doubt I’ll find one now.
As I sip the chocolate, my gaze drifts toward the door to the laundry room and then to the basement. That bastard Jackson Black is still down there, and if I could just get him alone for a few minutes, I know I could get some information about Samuel out of him. I understand Zeldric’s strategy, but he’s taking too long—and meanwhile,e that son of a bitch is out there, planning new ways to screw us.
I’m about to say fuck it and disobey orders when footsteps catch my attention. I turn halfway and hold my breath as I see Luna enter the kitchen.
“Hey,” I whisper.
She doesn’t respond, just keeps walking, and when she reaches me, she cups my face with both hands and presses her lips to mine.
I react on pure instinct. I plunge my tongue into her mouth and wrap my arm around her waist to pull her closer. Luna clings to my neck, and when we part, we’re both breathless. I don’t know what’s going on, but I’ll take whatever she’s offering.
“Come with me,” she whispers in my ear before biting my earlobe.
I gently push her back, remembering we’re not alone. I glance around and see that Laura is gone. I guess she wanted to give us some privacy. I take a deep breath and focus on the gorgeous woman in my arms.
“I’d follow you to hell itself,” I murmur against her lips.
Her lips curl into a provocative, lustful smile that makes me hard instantly. She grabs my hand, and like the obedient little dog I am, I follow. As we walk, I let my gaze roam over the curve of her neck, her back, that firm, round ass that drives me wild, her legs wrapped in tight jeans, and the heels she wears with such ease it’s like she floats with every step.
We climb the stairs and head to my room. Neither of us says a word as we strip each other, piece by piece.
Luna runs her hands over my bare chest and stands on tiptoes to kiss the base of my neck. I stifle a groan when her hot, wet tongue trails along my skin. She leaves a trail of saliva as she goes lower and then drops to her knees. My breathing quickens. I know what’s coming, and just the anticipation, the sheer need to bury myself in her mouth, almost makes me come.
One of her hands wraps around my cock and slowly strokes it. Her tongue peeks between her lips, and I hiss in pure pleasure as she licks the tip softly.
Every instinct in me screams to grab her by the hair and thrust forward, but I hold back. She’s the one who took the initiative, and for now, I’ll let her lead.
Her tongue keeps moving, slow and torturous, while her hand finds a steady rhythm. A groan rips from my throat, and Luna looks up with a half-smile before taking me halfway into her mouth. She pulls back slightly and lets a line of saliva drip from her lips and falls onto my cock.
“I want you to fuck my mouth,” she whispers, and a jolt of pleasure runs down my spine and tightens my balls.
I wrap her blue hair around my fist, lean down to kiss her, then stand back up and guide her head to my hips. This time, I push deeper until I feel the back of her throat. I stay still for a moment, then pull back.
I check her face—she’s fine, not choking—so I do it again, this time harder and deeper. My jaw tightens, and within seconds, I’m thrusting into her mouth at a brutal pace. I growl and pant with each thrust.
I stop just before I lose control and tug her up by the arm.
“You’re a fucking dream come true,” I growl against her mouth, and kiss her.
My hands roam her body, my fingers sliding into her wet folds. She’s ready for me. Just a couple of steps, that’s all I need to reach the bed. I lay her down and crawl over her. Her legs open, welcoming me between her thighs. I bite her breasts and neck as I thrust into her in one powerful stroke. Luna moans loudly.
“Harder,” she begs.
I smile and straighten up, grabbing her by the hips. I drive into her again and again—faster, harder, more savage. When I feel her walls tighten around me, I drop back down on her and make her look at me.
“I'm going to make you love me,” I whisper, and sink my teeth into his neck.
I’ll probably leave a mark, but I don’t care. I want her marked as mine—so no one else dares touch her. Still moaning, Luna cups my face in her hands and a lone tear slides down her cheek.
“I don’t deserve you.”