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“It’s not bullshit,” I said, my hands stroking her belly, and I couldn’t resist another kiss there.
“Wait, you really do want this baby, don’t you?” she asked. Her breath was coming faster, her heartbeat fluttering in her neck.
She looked so beautiful tied on the bed in front of me.
“Yes, I do,” I said lovingly, turning her body gently so was lying on her side. “It’s not recommended to sleep on your back, angel. And I’m here to take care of you.”
Her pretty eyes widened, and I moved down to her body, kissing down her belly to the cleft of her sex. My tongue flicked out just to brush over her clit and I saw Luna tighten her lips together, like she didn’t want to make any noise.
“Let me pleasure you,” I encouraged her, but Luna was adorably stubborn.
“Have you been paying people to buy my crystals?” she demanded.
“How did you find that out?” I asked, raising my head from her delicious cunt. “You’re so clever.”
“Never mind how I found out,” she said darkly. “Tell me the truth.”
“Yes, I have.”
My tongue circled her clit, stopping to plunge into her slick heat until I felt her thighs start to tremble.
But she hissed furiously at me, her hands straining against the bonds that tied her to the bed. “And I thought I was doing so well!”
“Youaredoing well,” I assured her. “This is just until more people realize what a great job you are doing curating your crystals.”
I licked my lips with pleasure and moved up her body, every inch of my skin seeming to tighten with urgent need to be inside her.
I captured the shriek on her plush lips with my mouth, and I felt her body shiver under me, each lengthy thrust bringing my love closer to her peak. My brain was flooded with pure animal instincts as her cunt pulsed around my cock with tiny little begging grips, and I howled aloud as I released inside her delicious heat.
CHAPTER 16
Luna
Imight be trapped by a psychopath, but I was the most well-rested I had ever been in my life.
It was after the last show in Prince Edward Island, which had also been live-streamed to at least 2 million live viewers.
Ignatius, Luke, and I were in his makeshift base in a local office building, and Ignatius was enthusing about the last show, explaining how the concert tour in little-visited parts of Canada had attracted so much attention and was making Luke’s livestream numbers skyrocket.
To distract myself from looking at his sleazy two-faced self, I glanced down at the numbers in the huge stack of papers Ignatius had put on the desk. Was thatreallyall the profit for the show in Montreal?
It was a huge sum, but.
But.
I knew damn well it should be more. Way more.
“I’d like to see the accounts,” I said, interrupting his monologue.
Luke had been listening leaning against the desk beside me, hands crossed over his chest. And if you didn’t know, you would think he was just a lazy sleepy beach bum, but he wasn’t.
Not by a long fucking shot.
Ignatius smiled ingratiatingly at me.
“Don’t worry about those, little lady. They’re all in order.”
I felt like grinding my teeth in rage. How could I ever have contemplated sleeping with this total jackass? Luke might be a psychopath but at least he never called me “little lady.”
