Chapter 3 Soaking Wet

After dinner, they made love.

It was almost a routine for the two of them.

Daniel Quinn had a low tolerance for alcohol. Just one glass of wine before the meal would make him feel weak, despite being slightly taller than Luna Cruz. He would rest his furry head on her shoulder, and almost half his body weight would press down on her, like a large dog that couldn't stand to be separated from its owner.

The hotel's receptionist didn't seem surprised at all. After scanning the booking bar code, the receptionist handed Luna their phones back with room keys.

Luna Cruz smiled and tossed Daniel Quinn's phone back into his pocket. She couldn't help but think that he had some ulterior motive in mind. Despite his hard-hearted demeanor in the restaurant, he had already booked a hotel.

"Luna, I want a hug!"

The hotel wasn't very crowded at this time. Daniel Quinn was acting drunk, pestering Luna Cruz for a hug. She found it amusing and endearing but reluctantly pulled the large puppy, Danny, into the elevator.

"Little Danny, your alcohol tolerance is quite poor..."

She even suspected that Daniel Quinn might be pretending to be drunk.

Daniel Quinn looked at her with a cheeky smile.

"I have a brother; his alcohol tolerance is even worse than mine!"

Luna Cruz looked at him helplessly. The two of them finally entered the room. After taking a shower, Daniel Quinn finally woke up from slumber.

"Luna, we didn't bring any props today. What should we do?"

She thought maybe Daniel Quinn was just waiting for her here. She walked over and, with her ice-cold hand, slipped it into his loose bathrobe. She sensually pinched his round, firm buttocks.

She knew Daniel Quinn's body intimately.

Even without lifting the robe, she knew that underneath the soft fabric, his skin would glisten with a tanned luster. It was both sensual and enticing.

She lifted the bathrobe, exposing Daniel Quinn's lower half to the air. With her other hand held high, she gave his right buttock a firm slap.

"No props? Then we'll play without props."

Daniel Quinn stopped pretending and opened his bathrobe, letting it fall back. He lay down on the large bed boldly and unreservedly.

Was it the dim lighting that created this ambiguous illusion?

Luna Cruz looked at this fully matured body in front of her, and for a moment, she felt like a spoiled young man from half a year ago.

Back then, as the two prominent figures in the English Department and the Finance Department, Luna Cruz and Daniel Quinn had, at most, heard each other's names. It wasn't until one day when Daniel Quinn, who rarely came to campus, returned to the university's bookstore and, after swaying out of the administrative building, seemed to have ended up at the basketball court on the main campus.

That girl was truly dazzling.

Daniel Quinn casually asked a nearby student, "Who's she?"

"Daniel Quinn? Who are you asking about? Which one are you talking about?"

"The one with the best basketball skills."

"Oh, you mean Luna Cruz from the English Department? She plays aggressively, and she always beats the shit of us..."

The memory was characterized by the blinding sunlight of that day, which almost seemed to scorch his eyes.

Daniel Quinn only watched for a while before leaving, but that image of her seemed to be etched in his mind, visible every time he closed his eyes.

What he didn't expect was that he would encounter Luna Cruz again so soon.

On that day, he and a few friends gathered for a get-together to bid farewell to a friend who was about to embark on a journey of higher education overseas. As soon as they got out of the car, he spotted Luna Cruz walking across the street, accompanied by a fair-looking young man.

Oh, it seems she has a boyfriend now.

Danny's gaze scrutinized the man beside Luna Cruz from head to toe, his arrogance showing through. He didn't think about how impolite his behavior was. It was his friend who noticed something was amiss and promptly pushed him into the restaurant.

However, the fateful connection between him and Luna Cruz was far from over; this encounter was only the beginning.

After that day, he ran into Luna Cruz almost wherever he went—while having meals, driving around, or visiting his brother's house. Surprisingly, there were always different men by her side.

Were her boyfriends changing so quickly, or did she enjoy being with multiple men?

No, neither seemed to be the case.

It was only when his hacker brother presented him with the account details of CR Dew that he had his epiphany. The men around Luna Cruz weren't boyfriends; they were her submissive partners.

She had a clear preference for pale-skinned, slim figures.

His dark-skinned athlete's body didn't seem to be her type.

"Little J, this girl is too complicated. You better stay away from her. Otherwise, I might have to tell your mum."

Daniel Quinn laughed. "Brother, I'm all grown up. Why are you resorting to telling my parents?"

After receiving multiple assurances from his doting brother, Daniel Quinn showed up in front of Luna Cruz with a determined expression three days later.

"Daniel Quinn? What do you want from me?"

"Y-you... How do you know me?"

They were running into each other every few days; it would be strange if she didn't recognize him, right?

Daniel Quinn's voice was deliberately lowered, and he spoke with a secretive tone, "I... I know about your activities. Luna Cruz, do you have financial difficulties? Why do you do this?"

The naive and foolish young boy believed he was here to save her from the depths of despair. He didn't realize that his words sounded both condescending and threatening.

Luna Cruz smiled faintly and, with her fingertip, traced from his sharp jawline to his large eyes, then gently touched the point between his eyebrows, provocatively saying,

"Try it, and you'll understand."

It was difficult to say if Daniel Quinn was naturally inclined to be a submissive or if Luna Cruz had him well trained. At the first time, he secretly enjoyed it while resisting, but in the second, third, and countless times that followed, he had grown to relish it.

"Little J, what are you thinking about? You seem so absorbed."

Luna Cruz stood at the foot of the bed, humorously examining Daniel Quinn's body. Every inch of his naked body met her expectations. It was the perfect piece of her careful training.

However, she wanted something more exciting.

The pretty face of Alex Quinn flashed through her mind, and for once, Luna Cruz felt a hint of regret.

Daniel Quinn sat up, his legs hanging off the side of the bed. He looked somewhat pitiful and adorable.

"When we're together, have you... enjoyed it?"

Luna Cruz took his hand and placed it in the moist area between her legs, surprising Daniel Quinn with the sensation on his fingertips. However, he couldn't bring himself to withdraw his hand.

"Little J, I'm all wet. Do you think I enjoyed it?"