Page 69 of Scarred

“Fuck,” I growl, pulling back and taking her hand.

“Where are we going?” she giggles as I haul her into the elevator.

“To finish what I foolishly started.”

I press the number to my floor and pray to God that this is something I can control.

Because right now…

I felt it slipping through my fingers the moment I decided to let myself enjoy her.

TWENTY-TWO

LUNA

Every part of me is humming with excitement as he grips my hand tighter. I know I agreed to keep emotions out of it, but I’ll deal with the aftermath later if my heart refuses to listen.

Right now, he’s giving me what he can, and that’s good enough for me. It may sound desperate and pathetic, but the ache between my legs that’s already forming again makes it easier to block out what my heart is trying to tell me.

The elevator dings open, and I’m pulled out the door as I try to keep up with his strides. His jaw is set, and he looks like a man on a mission, further making my insides clench at the sight of him losing some of that control that he always wants to cling to.

Swiping his key card, he opens the door and holds it open for me.

“After you,” he says, with a devilish gleam to his eyes.

I step inside the suite and gawk. “Wow,” I breathe. It’s four times the size of my room as my eyes roam over the upscale furniture and fully stocked bar. I look beyond the windows and gasp. “Is that a hot tub on your balcony?” I hear his slight chuckle behind me at my excitement as I walk to the double doors and step outside. Even the balcony is bigger than my room, I notice, as I check out the private spa in the corner before turning around.

He’s leaning against the glass, watching me, and my skin tingles as they move down the length of me before finally meeting my gaze. His eyes burn with desire, and I feel a rush of heat pool between my legs.

“Want a drink?” He offers, gesturing to the bar inside.

I shake my head. “No,” I breathe.

“What do you want, Luna?” He asks, his gaze darkening further.

I know he’s giving me this chance to back out, but I want this.

I want this with him.

Even if it’s just one night, I want to know what it truly feels like to be with a man like Cayden.

“I want you,” I say, bravely, letting him know I haven’t changed my mind.

His nostrils flare briefly as I walk over to him.

“That is…if you're up for it. I mean, you are five years older than me, and it’s probably past your bedtime, but…” I squeak as he swings me over his shoulder in the next second, walking us back inside.

“A dance teacher who’s naughty and a smart ass. Boy, did I hit the fucking jackpot,” he chuckles darkly, heading to what I’m assuming is the bedroom. “With age comes experience.” His hand slides up my thigh before smacking me on the ass.

I yelp at the contact and feel the sting burn my skin. When his hand rubs my cheek, I lean into the pleasure.

“Trust me, little moon,” he says, his voice turning seductive by the minute. “Those little boys you’ve been with will be long forgotten once you have a man inside you. You’ve been neglected far too long, and that ends tonight.”

He lowers me to the ground, and my body slides slowly down every inch of him.

When my feet touch the floor, both of our chests expand faster.

His eyes are still guarded, showing me no emotion other than the heat permeating off of them, sending a thrill through my body.