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“No problem. Make sure you come back if your symptoms get worse. There’s a list of what to look out for on page three.”

As soon as the nurse finishes removing her IV, I grab her hand and she follows me to the car. Driving to the hotel, my heart thunders in my chest. What if this was the last straw and she doesn’t want to come back? Shaking my head, I try to chase those thoughts away. Aurora must see the worry on my face because she unclips her seatbelt and leans over the center console to unbutton my pants. “You don’t have to, Peach.”

“I know,” she grins as she pulls my cock free. “Lift your ass for me.” Lifting my hips, she pulls my pants and boxers down under my ass. She kisses the tip before licking the side up and down. Pulling her knees up onto the seat, she angles herself better and sucks my cock into her mouth.

I groan when her nose touches my thigh. I love that neither of my girls really have a gag reflex. She hums around me, wrapping her hand around the base and stroking while she continues to suck the head. I keep my left hand on the steering wheel and grab her hair with my right, pushing her the entire way down again. She drags her teeth up my entire length and my balls tighten, causing me to swerve a little before correcting us. “Fuck, Rory.” I groan, leaning my head back against the headrest.

She pulls her mouth away, only to suck her finger between her lips and wink at me. She swirls her tongue around my tip while she slides her wet finger into my ass. “Oh, fuck!” She sucks me hard and fast while working her finger in and out of my tight hole. The angle is awkward, but that familiar tingle starts at the base of my spine.

“I’m gonna cum.” I growl. She hooks her finger at the same time she drags her teeth along my shaft and I explode down the back of her throat. “Fuck!” I pant.

Pulling her finger from my ass, she sits back in her seat. “There are wipes in the glove box.” I tell her, pulling my boxers and pants back up just as we pull into the hotel. “Thank you,” I whisper as I turn the car off.

“Let’s go fix this.” She says over her shoulder as she climbs out of the car.

Chapter 11

Luna

When I step out of the shower, there’s a knock at the door. I’m thinking it’s the food, but the look on Enzo’s face can only mean one thing; that prick told Mateo where we were and now he’s here. A knot forms in my throat, stopping me from begging him not to answer the door. A louder knock comes a few seconds later, I drop my head in defeat and whisper, “Just let him in before he throws a fit and busts the damn door down.”

As soon as the door is open, Mateo walks through, not stopping until he’s inches away from me. “I’m so sorry for the way I spoke to you, Baby Girl.”

“Sometimes sorry just doesn’t cut it, Mateo.” Turning away from him, I grab clothes from my backpack and pull them on. “You don’t get to say shit like that to me, then hit me with a half assed apology. It doesn’t work like that.”

“There’s more to my apology.” He steps behind me, wrapping me in a hug. “I was way out of line to blame you for what happened. You have to understand, I can’t protect you if you’re not close to me. The night Mathias took you from me was one of the worst nights of my life, and seeing Aurora like that, took me back to the fear I felt that night.”

I push his arms off of me and walk to Aurora. “I’m sorry this happened to you, and for leaving you when you needed me.” Tears build in my eyes but I quickly blink them away.

“You don’t owe me an apology, Luna.” Her eyes light up as she pulls me in for a kiss. “I would have done the same thing. Now, kick his ass and let him apologize.”

“I love you both.” I look between her and Lorenzo. “You guys go home, I’m going to fix things with him. We’ll come home tomorrow.”

“We love you.” Enzo steps forward, kissing my forehead. “Do you have our numbers put into your little burner phone?”

“Go.” I give them each a kiss before they say their goodbyes to Mateo. Once they’re gone, I close the door behind them and return to where Mateo is still standing, frozen in place. “I’m so sorry that night was traumatizing for you, Teo. I didn’t realize you were the one that was kidnapped from a club and branded.”

“Luna, you know that’s not what I meant.”

“I’m sorry you were the one raped by half a dozen men daily.” I snap at him. “I’m sorry that they carved lines into you, every day, so you didn’t forget how long you were there for!”

“Luna-” He starts, but I cut him off.

“NO!” I shout, “I’m not fucking finished yet. I'm most sorry for what you went through AFTER you were found.” My heart once again feels like it’s being ripped in half. I don’t know why I’m pushing him like this, but I can’t make myself stop.

“So, you’re the only one allowed to be hurt by that night?” His expression hardens as he steps into me. “I’m not saying that my trauma is comparable to yours in any way, Luna.” He presses his forehead into mine, grabbing the sides of my head. “I know you went through hell for those three weeks and it’s my fault it happened in the first place.”

“It’s not your fault, Mateo!” I shove him away from me. “It’s nobody’s fault except Mathias. He’s the one that kidnapped me. He’s the one that branded me.” Pulling my shorts and panties off for emphasis, I point to the M on my mound. “He’s the one that made sure I was marked every day.” I slap the scars on my right thigh. “He’s the one that, that-” My voice cracks as tears start streaming down my face.

“It’s going to be ok, Luna. There’s no way Mathias knows about that.” He kisses my forehead and starts rubbing my back. “I’m sorry for blaming you. I promise I’ll do better for you.”

I allow myself to crumble in his arms, sobbing into his chest. “It’s not fucking fair.”

“Nothing is fair, Luna” He pulls my face from his chest, making me look up into his eyes. “But none of it is your fault, either. I was just caught off guard and my brain couldn’t stop my big mouth.”

“I love you, Mateo.” Standing on my tippy toes, I smash my lips against his. Any time this man shows me his soft side, I’ll always turn into a puddle at his feet. He grabs my thighs and wraps my legs around his waist as our tongues collide. “Sit on the couch,” I pant, grinding my pussy against the growing bulge in his jeans. “You’re going to watch me.”

“With who?” He grunts, but does as he was told. My pulse sky rockets at the thought of him watching me fuck someone else. It’s not often that one of us sleeps with someone outside of our dynamic, but we’ve all done it; we just have to follow the rules we all agreed to.

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