Page 123 of Lost in the Moonlight

“Lincoln.” The beg in her voice tempted me to give her what she wanted, but I loved seeing her like this too much. On the edge, writhing and arching. Giving herself to me. Knowing she was mine and only mine.

“Punishment, Sweetness.”

She tugged my hair until I lifted my gaze to meet stormy eyes.

“It’sridiculousbecause you’re punishing yourself too,” she said breathlessly.

I growled, locking her wrists in one hand as my mouth nipped and sucked, and my other hand brought her closer to the pleasure she sought. She arched, a sweet little whimper escaping her, and all I could think was how beautiful she was. How I wanted to paint her this way, how I wanted—

Lincoln!The frightened, hurried voice came from behind me.

My body went rigid.

Willow felt it, her eyes opening to search mine.

For two seconds, I ignored the voice like I’d been ignoring her all day.

Lincoln, he’s coming! He’s coming!

I turned, finding Sienna’s gaze, desperate and wild as she searched the room.

Hide!she shouted.

“Lincoln?” Willow’s voice was confused, hazy from lust, calling me back.

“Who?” I demanded of Sienna.

The man. The man who wants to kill Willow!

Confusion and alarm slammed through me. The man was in the hospital, unconscious. He couldn’t be here. And yet Sienna was terrified.

“Where is he?”

“Lincoln, who are you talking to? What’s going on?” Willow asked just as Sienna said,He’s inside. He killed the man at the back door. He shut off all the power. Your alarm was cut.

Rage stormed through me, accompanied by a wash of fear. Who the hell had come for her? For us? And even then, the trepidation struck, knowing who it was. Knowing that the evil bastard had finally come for her.

I rolled off the bed, throwing Willow’s clothes at her.

“Get dressed,” I hissed quietly.

“Lincoln! What’s going on?” Willow demanded.

“Quiet! Stay quiet.” Where could I hide her? Where wouldn’t he find her? I turned to Sienna. “Where is he?”

Kitchen, she said.

I dragged Willow into the hall, stepping around the board that creaked, but Willow hit it, and I winced as the noise echoed down the stairs. As quietly as I could, I opened the door to the guest room and the pile of Katerina’s boxes. I pushed Willow behind them.

“Stay here. Stay down,” I said.

“You’re scaring me. What is it?” she demanded. “Who are you talking to?”

“We don’t have time for this. Someone’s here. In the house. Promise me you’ll stay here.” My unsteady gaze met her frightened one.

“Not if you’re heading into danger. I won’t let you face it alone.”

My lungs squeezed tight. The idea of Willow being hurt was too much for me. “Please. Do this for me so I don’t see another woman I love injured…killed.” My throat closed with emotions. “Just stay. We don’t have time to argue.”

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