Page 62 of Lunar Crest University

She shakes her head meekly, white-knuckling her grip around my wrist.

“No?” I question lowly.

“N-no,” she stammers. “No one else.”

My palm is drenched with her slick as she guides my finger in and out faster each time. Adding another finger, I curl themupward as I watch her jaw flex from clenching her teeth so hard. Both of her hands grip my wrist now as she grinds against my hand.

“No,” I repeat. “You wouldn’t purposely make sure some other guy would get a glimpse of this pretty cunt, would you?”

“No, sir,” she breathes.

Good, because I wouldn’t hesitate to gouge some perverted fucker’s eyes out and feed them to him for looking at her.

With my other hand, I reach up and wrap my fingers around her petite throat, and I don’t miss the way the pleasure sparks in her green irises as she gapes at me. She tries to make me pump into her even harder, but I rip my hand away completely. My fingers tighten their grip on her neck as I lean forward to press a kiss to her lips.

“Hold that thought.”

“Luca,” she growls through clenched teeth, and I smile.

“The restaurant isn’t far.”

“Then why would you?—”

I squeeze harder. “Consider it your punishment,Princesa.”

She yanks free from my grasp, pulling my overcoat tighter around her as a pout rests on her lips. “Punishment for what?”

“Not wearing any panties,” I say, bringing my fingers to my mouth and tasting her. Her glare falters as she watches, and she squirms in her seat. “If I’m going to keep giving you orgasms, I need to know they’re mine. I don’t fucking share. I’ll give you as many orgasms as you want, but only when I know that sweet little cunt ismine.”

“It’s yours,” she urges. “I don’t want to be shar?—”

The cab comes to a halt, interrupting the desperation that makes me want to bend her over right here and fuck her brains out, to show her she’s damn right—it is fucking mine.

Finley’s pout holds strong as we get out of the cab and head into the restaurant, where we’re seated at a private table for two.It’s intimate and secluded, the perfect spot to edge her some more. I plan on making her squirm for the rest of the night, if only because I love to see how much she needs me to make her come. The look in her eyes when she’s drowning in ecstasy: heavy-lidded and staring at me like… The thought makes guilt bubble in my stomach.

I’m not a dumbass. I know she’s in way deeper than I am. She wears her heart on her sleeve for me—I see it. And still, I know I can never give her what it is she’ll eventually need.

Especially not when she finds out the truth. This was over before it could ever even begin.

“Who is the man on your wall?” I ask, changing the subject in my mind to something entirely different as I sip at the wine we’ve already ordered. “In the picture where you’re smiling all big.”

Her pout disappears as a knowing smile takes its place. “That’s my dad.”

I nod. “I like that picture.”

Her cheeks are pink in the dim lighting of the restaurant as she looks down at her hands in her lap. “What’s your family like? Do you have any siblings?”

“It’s justmi mamáandmis hermanas.” I contemplate telling any of this to her, since the area is so murky, but it’s spilling from my lips before I can stop it. “My father died when we were young.”

“I don’t have any siblings,” she says. “But I always wanted some.”

“Your parents didn’t want any more children?”

She shrugs, swirling her wine around in her glass. “They seemed content with just me, and I was happy enough with that. They’re both amazing. I’m lucky to have them.”

I watch as she sips from her glass, her eyes peering at me over the top. The way she talks about her parents is a feeling I knowall too well. I adore my mother more than anyone else on the planet and would do anything to keep her safe. My sisters, too. They all hold the fucked up pieces to my heart, the only pieces capable of feeling anything.

“Do you see them often?” I ask her.

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