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“Luna, will you please calm down. Come, here let me take care of my good little girl,” I demand, watching her ass sway as she stomps away, her wet feet smacking comically on the tile floor.
Whirling on me, her eyes are wild as she glares at me. My cock is hard, and her eyes go right to it. I want to demand she get over here on her knees like a good girl. Tell her to open her mouth and let me shove inside again. I almost do. Demand she come suck me off to get us back on track, but I can’t. Not when I see her chin wobbling as she fights back tears.
“Playtime is over, daddy,” she retorts, snatching a thick towel off the rack on the wall.
Cocking my head at her, I cross the distance, ripping that towel out of her hands. Taking it, I wrap it around her shoulders, dragging her wet body against mine. For a moment, she softens. It is just the two of us in our thoughts, accepting what we’ve been thinking about since we met, what we felt out there tonight. I am the first to break the silence.
“I have been waiting so long for you, Luna,” I whisper as I brush my lips over her brow gently. “I have been with Tomas and Mateo for a very long time. We’ve built a good lifetogether. I love them very much. I love that life we built. It is just...incomplete. We want to complete it. Once I saw you at the wedding...I just knew. It was you. It is you, Luna.”
“No,” she bites out, pushing at my shoulders hard. “I made a huge mistake coming here tonight. I need to go. I came here for you. I need to go for me.”
“Please talk to me. Tell me what I can do to fix this.”
“There is nothing you can do. Nothing any of you can do. I have never let myself indulge in anything I wanted. I couldn't, if I wanted to have any sort of control over my own life. Now, I gave all that control to men I do not even know. It was stupid. Reckless.”
Confused, a swell of panic building in me, I step back. What have we done to her tonight? Taken a sweet innocent and dirtied her up. That is all we did. How could we have brought her here to this room if we wanted her to believe we wanted anything but a filthy fuck?
Someone has tried to control her before. Take away her choice. A father, an uncle, maybe a lover. Thinking of her with another man, any other man at all, makes my guts twist. I thought this was different, I said it was, but now I know it is. I have never cared about what any of the other women before her felt. What they felt deep in their heart, deep inside themselves.
“Luna, we do not want to take control of you. Not outside of the bedroom. That is just...it is just what works for us.”
“I understand,” she says it so softly, as if she knows she is about to break my heart. “I do understand you need that. I just...can’t be that. Not for you or Mateo or Tomas. Not for anyone at all.”
Those words echo off the tiles and marble of the bathroom. They sound so final. So definitive. There is no hesitation in her eyes. No doubt about the blow she is dealing me. Just hurt. Fear. A little regret, which guts me because I never want anyone whocomes to Club Sin with us to regret it.
“Babydoll, please,” I reach for her, my voice raw, weak as I force the words past dry lips.
“Those rules...you said you had to abide by them. All of them?”
“Yes, of course. It is how this place remains a safe place for us.”
“Moon. Moon, Enzo,” she barely gets the words out before she rushes past me.
I cannot move. I can barely breathe. My vision is hazy, and I realize I am unsteady on my feet. Going to the vanity, I plant my hands on it, turning the tap on to splash some cold water on my face. My chest feels as if it is on fire. I claw at it, at the spot where my heart seems to slow to a dull thud.
Mateo’s voice reaches me, but I cannot make out what he is saying. I don’t even care. Well, of course I care. But I can’t figure out how anything he has to say right now can matter. I see him in the mirror behind me, his eyes catching mine in the reflection. My eyes are red rimmed, and I am shaking.
“She’s gone,” I croak before I smash my fist into the mirror, so I don’t have to see my sad reflection or his disappointment looking back at me.
“Enzo, calm down baby,” Mateo is at my side, Tomas beside me too.
“No. No, I won’t. We can’t...we can’t go after her. We were selfish bastards tonight. Too greedy for our get-off that we didn’t find out a damn thing about her.”
“Oh, I know everything about her, love,” Tomas tells me, grasping my shoulders roughly, forcing me to face him.
“What does that even mean? What do we know about her?”
“Just as I said: we know everything. I know who her father is, her hot mess of a mother, where she went to school, whereshe grew up. We just don’t know how to find her yet. I tracked everyone down besides an old roommate.”
“What I am hearing is we have to find that roommate. Because we’re sure as hell not going to let her just walk her pretty ass away from us.”
Glancing at Mateo, I shake my head. It doesn’t matter if we used our connections to find out names or places. We never took the time to find out a damn thing about her. About how she takes her coffee or if she likes to dance. None of us know the things that matter. All the little things that make her who she is.
Because we’ve never tried to find those little things out about anyone else before. Not since we came together have we ever tried. Here at Club Sin, we scratch an itch. We don’t need to know anything beyond their safe word, how long they take to recover, or the sort of aftercare they need.
“No. We can’t go hunting her down. Luna is not an assignment.”
“Of course she is no assignment. She is our final piece. The last part of us we’ve been looking for all this time. I am not giving up on her. Which means none of us will. We do this together, like we do everything else.”
