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“You’re covering your ass.”

“I’m covering yours.” His expression became harsh. “If you did find out, I’d rather you take it all out on me than let her see you hurt.”

She stopped hitting him, trying to think through what he had said. It wasn’t easy to do with Moon’s body moving erotically inside of her.

“I’m never going to forgive you.”

“Did I ask you to?”

She frowned up at him. No, he hadn’t.

“Good, because I won’t. I’m never going to kiss you again, either.”

“Not even”—his lips smoothed over the bite on her shoulder—“if I promise to save all my kisses for you from now on?”

She swallowed hard at the promise. As heartbreaking as it was to find out he had kissed another woman, he hadn’t had sex with her in months. He’d said there was a reason, he just wouldn’t tell her what it was.

Killyama had been mum about certain things about the club when she had gone to her house during her pregnancy. Was that why all the women joined the club—to keep tabs on their men?

She had no intention of going to that party or joining the club, but Moon didn’t know that. But what if she did go, just to find out if he had engaged in more than a lone salesclerk? With it being a masquerade party, it could be illuminating what she could find out. And if she found out he had been spreading more than his kisses around? Then kisses wouldn’t be all he wouldn’t be getting from her anymore.

“I’ll think about it.”

While denying herself his passionate kiss, she wasn’t able to withstand the driving force of his cock pushing over and over inside of her. Unable to continue to resist his raw passion, she succumbed to the dark bliss waiting in Moon’s arms ...

CHAPTER SEVENTY-TWO

“I’m not wearing that.”

Larissa picked up one of the delicate sleeves of the costume Moon had spread out on the bed then let it fall back down.

Moon reached out to snag Jace’s hand before he could grab the slinky material.

“I am not wearing lime green.” She shuddered at the thought of the bright color against her skin tone; it wasn’t her only complaint about the mini dress. “I don’t know what you were thinking. The top is a halter—one of my boobs wouldn’t fit in the whole top.”

“You’re exaggerating,” Moon scoffed at her, giving Jace one of his toys to play with. “It’s not like you have much to choose from. The party is tomorrow night.”

“Have you decided what you’re going to wear?”

“No clue. You have any ideas?”

“Several,” she answered snidely.

“Your mama is being mean to me again.” Woefully, Moon made a sad face for Jace’s benefit.

“Cut it out.” She picked up the creepy green mask with feathers before Jace could drool on it, then put it in the nightstand drawer.

“Sorry, your mother is being callous to me again. Better?”

She moved to the foot of the bed, and her hands went to her hips. “You think you’re being so cute, don’t you?”

Moon gave her an offended look. “You don’t think I’m cute?”

“Several four-letter words comes to mind where you’re concerned, and cute isn’t one of them.”

“Ouch.” Moon turned his face back to Jace. “You hear that, son? That’s called being facetious.”

Larissa raised her hands in defeat. “Spare me. I’m going to fix dinner.”

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