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“It’ll be interesting, won’t it?” I say then, pinching out the spliff and flicking the roach into the ashtray.
“What will be interesting?”
“Seeing if it gets reported,” I shrug. “The man is a solicitor for a mafia leader, has a niece nobody knows about and has never heard of or seen. He hasn’t reported her as missing, which means he either doesn’t care, or, what’s more likely is, he thinks she’s dead after he administered the killing blow and got his goons to toss her into the river to wash up as a Jane Doe.”
“Yes, we know all of this. You also know he will have that body cleaned up and gotten rid of before he can blink. All you have really done is make him question why someone killed a man on his property, one of his men I take it, retrieve the head like a trophy, and do nothing else. All this has achieved, is making him suspicious of everyone and everything around him, and be extra cautious if and when he leaves the house.” He stares at me, and I look his way as I feel his eyes on me. “All this has done is put Luna in possible danger.”
Chapter 26
Luna
Black satin slips down my body like water.
Thin spaghetti-straps hold the skin tight silk up on my shoulders, the back scoops low, dipping all the way to the base of my exposed spine. The neckline is low too, a V shape that covers only my breasts, then hugs the rest of my dips and curves all the way down to the floor. My black hair is down in loose waves, and the front sections are pulled back, fastening at the back of my skull with a large, white, silk bow with long tails that hang down my spine.
“I can’t wear those shoes,” I say quietly, staring at Wolf over my shoulder in the reflection of the mirror. “They’re too high,” I tell him, referring to the shoes that Haisley sent over for me.
We had breakfast the morning before she left, and I think I liked her a little more than the day before. Seeing her with Thorne made me more comfortable too. She looks at him like sunflowers look at the sun.
“They are too high,” he agrees from his seated position on the end of the bed where he ties the final knot in his shoelace.
His huge, muscular body is dressed in a white, long sleeved, button-up shirt. Pressed black slacks, polished dress shoes, black leather with black laces. A very large gold watch on his wrist, and black hoops through the piercings in the cartilage of his ears. His styled stubble is neat, black hair down, just the way I like it, a centre parting, and grease pulled through the lengths, so it tucks neatly behind his ears.
He looks perfect.
“That’s why I also bought you these,” he smiles, climbing from the bed, and hooking a pair of pointy toe, flat, black, silk shoes from a box on the floor I hadn’t seen before.
“Oh.”
“Lift your foot,” he instructs, his warm hands sliding down the outside of my legs as he drops elegantly into a crouch at my back.
Pressing my fingers against the wall beside the antique mirror to steady myself, I lift my foot. Wolf’s large hand sweeps along my skin, his thumb pressing into the arch of my foot as he places my toes inside the shoe, buckling the small strap that threads around the back of my ankle and placing it down. He does the same to my right foot, the small train of my dress hitched up around my knees, the excess hooked up over his shoulder.
Wolf runs his large, calloused hands up my smooth legs, under the black silk, his thumbs tracing the crease between my cheeks and thighs, he squeezes my hips, hitching the fabric up higher and higher as his thick fingers ascend.
“Wolf,” I breathe out, bowing forward as he gently parts my thighs, dropping down onto his knees, and pushing his tongue up and into my cunt.
“Mm,” he hums, not commenting on my lack of underwear once again, he never scolds me, never mentions it, never makes me feel embarrassed. “Always so wet for me, Little Moon,” he rumbles against my wet flesh, sending me lurching forward as he grips my hips tight and licks a hot, wet stripe up the length of me, making me shudder. “We don’t have much time before we need to leave,” he chuckles, dipping his tongue into my hole and suctioning his mouth over me. “But I think I’m going to take you to dinner with a little piece of me dripping down your thighs, baby girl. How’s that sound, Luna?” he rumbles. “You want that?” he breathes, licking and sucking at me, one of his fingers meeting the swollen nub of my clit.
“Yes,” I tell him desperately, my eyes bulging as I stare at him in the mirror, revealing the sight of his giant hand cupping my pussy.
“I can’t hear you,” he mumbles over me, his lips a delicious torture. “Tell me louder, baby girl.”
“Yes!” I squeal loudly, lifting up onto my toes.
“That’s better, Luna,” he praises, my fingers bending backwards as I lean into the wall, his calloused finger rubbing firmly over my clit as he fucks me with his tongue.
When he sucks my wet flesh between his teeth and bites down, he slaps the heel of his hand over my swollen clit and sends me careening over the edge.
He’s inside of me before the stars clear from my vision, fucking up into me only once, twice, and then he’s shooting his cum inside of me, painting my clenching walls as I squeeze his cock so hard he grunts against my throat. Sinking his teeth into the slope of my shoulder, and sucking hard on my skin.
“I love you, Wolf,” I tell him, staring into his eyes through the reflection of the mirror, his mouth still attached to my shoulder, those warm, whiskey eyes lifted up onto mine.
He detaches his teeth, kisses the side of my head, and sucks on my earlobe, all whilst holding my gaze, unwavering and whispering truth in my ear, “I love you, Luna.”
Unconsciously, I stop walking as we arrive at the restaurant.
Nerves flitter around inside my belly, and despite Wolf reassuring me everything will be fine, I feel uncomfortable. I’d rather be back at Cardinal House, sitting amongst the graves and watching the sun set.