Page 19 of Room One Hundred and Six

I swallow hard. “I have nothing of yours except this jacket.” My mouth is feeling braver than it should.

Jasper doesn’t squeeze to cut my air off, but his touch is deliciously heavy all the same. My legs spread over his thigh and I have no choice but to rest my weight on him. I take a shuddering breath and drag my eyes off the tattoos on his neck to see him looking down at me. A mix of lust and frustration in this man makes his aura appear darker than the surrounding shadows somehow.

He pushes into me until his eyes are all that I can see. “Luna Moone. Do not make us hurt our friend’s daughter.”

Eight

Luna

Air leaves my lungs. My hands fly to his chest and I push as hard as I can. He doesn’t budge. I’m trapped. “When did you recognize me?”

“The second you raised your eyes and looked at us through the mirror, those moonlight eyes revealed your biggest secret. Do you think there is any other family in this city with eyes like yours?”

My father always called me his moon. One look at my eyes and it is no grand stretch of the imagination why they named me after the celestial body.

Shayne drags the tip of his finger down my cheek. He moves my hair to the side and leans in, placing a kiss just above his brother’s tight hold on me. My pulse jackhammers under his lips.

“Don’t make us do something we’ll regret. Give us the diamonds.”

Shayne’s voice is low and edgy. He’s worried.

Voss comes in on my other side.

Their forbidding warnings drip high octane fuel directly on the embers of my libido. I’ve known for a long while I loved a man who takes control. I just never experienced it until tonight. Now that I have, a part of me is sad to have ruined our time together.

The energy in me seems to attract all things bad. Maybe they are my price for picking a life of sin. I mean, my father died for his and here I am following in his footsteps.

I cut through my thoughts to answer, “Again, what diamonds?” The lie is getting easier to repeat.

Maybe they will take my virginity before they off me.

Do I really think they will kill me? I’ve never been good at judging others, clearly. I mean look at my current circumstances, but these men could have already ended me if they wanted. They rather play with their food.

Jasper removes his knee, turns me around and cups my pussy. He wraps his finger around the soft material of my thong and lifts until the fabric pulls tight against me, torturing the hell out of my throbbing clit. I gasp and buck in his tight hold. I squeeze my eyes shut and use the door to hold myself up.

“Some people want to go the hard way,” Jasper says as he strokes me, rolling my nub with his finger before he slides it back to my entrance. I’m so fucking wet for this man and his damn brothers and the evidence is all over Jasper’s fingers.

“I have to taste my moon again,” he confides close to my ear in a soft tone that belies the roughness of his touch.

I bite my lip to keep from grinning.

My moon.

I like how that sounds and isn’t that just ridiculous. He can’t keep me anymore than I can keep him. But still. My heart flutters and I trace his movements with my eyes as he takes his hand from between my legs and sucks his finger clean of my juices.

Voss turns my face in his direction. “I didn’t want to believe it at first. But it makes sense. Of course our life in Seattle began with a Moone and now it will set with a Moone.”

My brows furrow and the stupid lump of a heart in my chest wrenches. “You’re leaving?”

“As soon as we get our diamonds.”

My lungs deflate. I just found them and now they are not staying. I didn’t realize this small connection to my father meant something to me until just now.

Voss moves the edge of my thong. “Help me, brother. I want to taste her, too.”

Jasper, like a good brother, holds the material out of the way.

“Ooh,” I groan. I pound at the door when Voss drags his finger through my drenched slit, dipping into my virgin entrance before he finds my clit. Watching him, the man takes his wet finger and licks it clean, too.

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