Luna POVHe shifts lower, grabbing my legs and spreading them as his tongue drags over me.My body betrays me again, the sensation overwhelming my thoughts. “What kind of creep thinks eating someone out is repayment?” I snap, still fighting, even as my mind spins from the conflicting sensations. “That’s not for you!”“I’m hungry, little deer. Let me eat,” he growls, and then his mouth is on me again, relentless. I scream, thrash, kick, but nothing works. The more I struggle, the more insistent he becomes, his tongue working faster, driving me insane.Fear claws at me. This isn’t right— I should have run last night, screamed, done anything other than let him in. I gave him power. I let this happen.The door rattles, and before I can even react, his hand clamps over my mouth, silencing me. My heart leaps into my throat as I hear Justin’s voice, muffled but unmistakable.“Luna?” Justin calls from the other side of the door. Panic surges through me, and I thrash harder, but the sick basta
Luna POVMy body is completely spent, drained of any fight, any resistance. I don’t even have the strength to cry out anymore. I’m trapped in a shell of exhaustion, unable to process the horror of what’s happening. He shifts suddenly, pressing his knees down on my thighs, locking me in place. My eyes, heavy and defeated, watch as he wraps his hand around his cock and begins stroking it. His pace quickens, each motion more frantic than the last.Then, without warning, he releases one of my hands. The rope loosens, and I feel the cold air on my wrist. “Touch me, little deer,” he grunts, fucking his own hand even faster.“No!” I manage to snap, but it’s weak, a hollow defiance. His response is immediate—his other hand moves, and the cold blade presses against my neck. Fear shoots through me, and despite everything, my hand moves toward him shakily. My fingers drag down his cock, brushing over the piercings. His body jerks violently, and a groan escapes his lips.Suddenly, a rope of cum l
Dante’s POVI can’t believe I’m under her damn bed. What was supposed to be a simple plan to get in and out without being noticed has turned into a disaster. I meant to leave last night, but exhaustion got the better of me, and I ended up passing out. And now? Now, I’m stuck in this humiliating mess. This is all on me, though—I should’ve stuck to the plan. But I didn’t. And now I’m lying here, cramped, hidden in the shadows like some desperate creep.The plan has completely unraveled. I thought staying hidden would be the smart move. She’ll be more likely to accept me if she doesn’t know who I really am—if she doesn’t know I’m Dante. The moment she figures that out, everything will change. But still, as much as I tell myself it’s for the best, it feels like the plan is slipping further and further from my control.She should have told him to leave. Made up an excuse. Anything. But instead, he’s still here, walking around her apartment like he owns the place. Every second I spend hidin
Dante’s POVI drive quickly to the club, my mind racing as I park in the back and slip through the rear entrance. Callum is already there, waiting at the door, his expression serious.“He’s in your office. Luna’s outside, sitting in the car. She’s refusing to come inside,” Callum informs me with a sigh. Luna can’t even bring herself to step foot in this place?“Find Sasha. I’m getting changed. Tell her to meet me outside the office,” I instruct, my mind already forming a plan. It’s time Luna faces the reality of what this place is—whether she likes it or not. I was content to take things slow, giving her time to adjust, but with Justin possibly proposing, that option is off the table.I could easily ruin their entire relationship, all it would take is a few words—telling him how she let me pleasure her when I was masked as the stalker. But that would be cruel, and I don’t want Luna to bear the brunt of his hatred. He deserves it, not her.Callum interrupts my thoughts, his voice low.
Dante POVThe moment Luna walks in, my heart nearly stops. Holy shit. My eyes widen, almost popping out of my head as I take in the sight of her. She’s wearing a red bodycon dress that clings to every curve, her entire presence electrifying the room.Sasha smirks, clearly pleased with the reaction. “We did a makeover on her,” she says before leaving us alone.Luna walks over to Justin, looking absolutely stunning, but he barely notices. He’s glued to his phone, his attention elsewhere.I pull out my phone and shoot him a text.Fucking look at her.He glances up for a second, offers her a small, distracted smile, mutters something under his breath, and then goes right back to his phone. Asshole.“The plan?” Callum asks, snapping me out of my thoughts. “You stopped explaining it.”I had stopped, mostly because I wanted Luna to hear it. She needs to understand exactly what we’re dealing with. “Have some of our guys drive around each night,” I continue, “keeping an eye out for anything su
Dante POVSighing, I nod at her.“It’s the safest option for you right now,” I reply firmly. “Until we know how you handle being around men in this environment, that’s where you’ll stay. When you’re ready for more, we can talk about other roles. But for now, it’s that or nothing.”Ella hesitates, clearly torn, but she doesn’t have many options.I look at Ella. “We also have an apartment complex for the women who work here,” I continue. “You can have one of the apartments rent-free until you get back on your feet. Some of my crew stays there too, keeping an eye on things and making sure the women are safe.”I grab my phone and shoot a message to Sasha.Ella’s face softens slightly, and she gives me a small smile. “Thank you.”“Sasha will explain everything to you,” I say. “As a dancer, you’ll get a set pay plus tips. I know you were hoping for one of the positions where you set your own fee, but that’s not happening until you’ve had some space and time away from your current situation.
Luna’s POVI refuse to get out of the car, instead sitting there, stewing in my thoughts. That is, until a woman knocks on the window and gives me a friendly smile. I roll down the window, and she looks at me with curiosity.“I’m Sasha,” she says, her tone upbeat. “Why are you sitting in the car, gorgeous?” She holds out her hand.I shake it, a little confused but trying to match her energy. “Luna. I’m waiting for Justin,” I reply, and she nods as if this is something she’s heard a hundred times before.“Ah, men, right?” she says with a laugh. “They say two minutes, and an hour later you’re still waiting.” Her humor catches me off guard, and I can’t help but chuckle.“Believe me, I’m used to waiting for him,” I mutter, and her head tilts as if she’s reading more into my words. “Forget it,” I say quickly, not really wanting to dive into my personal problems.“No, there’s no forgetting it,” she insists gently. “I recognize that look. Come on, how about a coffee?” Her smile is warm and i
Luna POVI let them do my hair and makeup, all while I talk more about my stalker, mostly because Lilly is absolutely fascinated by him. She listens intently as I share details about the gifts he’s left and the unsettling attention he gives me. But I can’t help but feel a strange relief, like these women understand me without judgment.Once I’m ready, Sasha leads me to Dante’s office. As I step inside, I feel his eyes on me instantly. His gaze is intense, and for some reason, it makes me want to smile—he actually noticed. It feels... different. I walk toward Justin, and he barely glances up from his phone. He gives me a brief look, then goes right back to scrolling.A moment later, he sighs and faces me. “You look stunning,” he says, kissing my cheek absentmindedly, but there’s no sincerity. He hasn’t even really looked at me.Sighing, I sit and try to listen to Dante talking, though my thoughts are spinning. Everything Dante says feels like it contradicts the reality of what’s around
Callum 2 years earlierThe phone call ends, and I shove the last of my belongings into a battered duffel bag. There’s not much to pack; I’ve been living out of this bag for years, trying to outrun the weight of my past. But nothing makes a difference, not here. Not anywhere. This place was supposed to be a fresh start, but it’s as hollow as every other attempt. Maybe these new clubs will be different. Maybe this will be the answer.For over fifteen years, I’ve been trying to find a way to fix the fucked-up situation my mother and sister were trapped in. To help women who’ve been dragged through the same hell. And finally, I think I’ve found it—or at least the beginning of it.The streets are quiet as I head toward the train station, my boots scuffing against the pavement. The early hour cloaks the world in a heavy silence, broken only by the occasional hum of a distant car. It’s better this way. I need the quiet to figure out my next move. This guy—Dante—is a mystery. All I know is th
Lilly - 4 Years EarlierAndrew leans back in the driver’s seat, his cold eyes cutting through me like a knife. He nods toward the dark, narrow alleyway ahead, a place that reeks of danger and despair. I hesitate, gripping the edge of the car seat as though it might save me. His glare sharpens, slicing through my resolve like glass shattering against stone.“You can run,” he says, his voice dripping with venomous mockery. “Go ahead.” A twisted grin spreads across his face. “Try it. I won’t even chase you.”His finger brushes against my cheek, slow and deliberate, sending bile surging up my throat. I flinch, my breath hitching, but I can’t move. His presence is suffocating, every word laced with malice, every touch a violation.“You say that, but…” My voice cracks, the words dying in my throat.“But your little sister would make the perfect replacement, wouldn’t she?” His voice drops to a whisper, each word coiling around me like a noose. “She’s got that fiery red hair, just like you.”
This is the start of Lilly and Callum's storyCallum - 18 Years OldWaking up feels like clawing my way out of a grave. My body is leaden, pinned to the sagging mattress by the weight of something I can’t name. The air reeks of sweat, stale smoke, and something sour—vomit maybe, or the leftovers of another night wasted in this filthy room. Everything around me is a distorted blur, like looking through cracked glass. The dim light from the cracked blinds barely cuts through the haze, illuminating the chaos I’ve surrounded myself with—empty bottles, burned foil, crumpled syringes, and piles of clothes that haven’t seen a wash in weeks.This time, it’s different. I can feel it in my bones, in the way my heart races and my skin crawls as if there are a thousand invisible insects burrowing under my flesh. I’ve woken up after bad trips before—dozens of times, maybe hundreds. Every time, I’ve brushed myself off, forced my way through the fog, and found my way back to the poison that put me t
Luna POVI toss the pregnancy test down, feeling a wave of relief, but something still gnaws at me. It doesn’t feel real. I pace the room like a madwoman, while Lilly sits there, laughing like this is all some comedy show.“You know it’s over 99% accurate, right? Not 100%” she says, smirking. “Well, in real life it’s more like 92% because, let’s face it, most people don’t know how to use them properly.”I shoot her a death glare. “I take my pill at the exact same time every damn day!” I throw my hands up, and she only laughs harder, clearly entertained by my spiral.“Maybe it’s just wedding stress making you late?” she shrugs, but I can’t buy that. I’ve been way more stressed than this before and my period never played hide and seek like this.“It said ‘not pregnant,’ Luna. Why are you still on this rampage?” she teases, eyes sparkling with amusement.“Until I see actual blood, I will remain on this rampage!” I shout, pacing even faster.Lilly leans back, laughing. “So I take it you d
Dante POVI reach out and gently tilt her chin up so she’s looking directly at me. “Why do you think I haven’t brought up anal?” I ask, my voice soft but firm. “I saw how your body tensed when Justin casually mentioned it once. I knew immediately it was a hard limit for you.”Her cheeks flush, and I laugh. “Am I wrong?” I ask, though I already know the answer.She looks around, embarrassed, and shakes her head.“I also noticed you skip those parts in your books—the ones with anal scenes. You couldn’t even read about it without discomfort.” I grin, feeling a little self-conscious about how deeply I’ve studied her, but it’s important she knows. “And when you say ‘no’ or ‘stop’ but you don’t really mean it, your lip curls up, just a little. You try to hide it, but you fail every time. It’s a dead giveaway.”She rolls her eyes, laughing. “Okay, so you know my body better than I do.”“Exactly. And you really need to stop smirking when you’re being a brat,” I tease, winking at her.“It’s ha
Dante POVBut I’m not done. There’s more—worse. “Luna,” I say, pausing to brace myself for what I know is going to break her. “Lucy… she wasn’t your sister. She wasn’t even your mother’s child. She was kidnapped as a baby and brought into Brian’s world.”The color drains from Luna’s face, her eyes widening in disbelief. “No,” she breathes, shaking her head. “No, I remember my mom was pregnant. I remember her. I remember the baby. They called her Abigail... Abi.”I close my eyes for a moment, hating what I have to say next. “That baby, Abigail, died, Luna. There are records to prove it. You weren’t born in a hospital, so you were never officially registered, but Abigail was. She had complications during birth so they had to go to hospital. When she died a few weeks later, Brian knew it would cause an investigation. That’s when he took someone else’s baby—Lucy—and raised her as Abigail.”Her face contorts with pain as the truth sinks in. Her eyes dart around the room like she’s searchin
Dante’s POVI reach over, grabbing the book from the table and handing it to her. “Page 231, right? That’s where you left off,” I say, smiling down at her. She gets comfortable, snuggling into my lap as she flips open to the page. A small, exaggerated yawn escapes her lips before she peers up at me with a playful grin.“Read to me,” she says, her eyes sparkling with that mischievous glint I’ve come to love.I sigh softly, knowing I can’t resist her when she asks like that. Nodding, I start reading aloud, the words flowing easily. She holds the book steady while I keep one hand possessively cupping her breast, the other resting between her thighs, teasing her gently. I can feel her pulse quicken under my touch, her hips subtly shifting, seeking more friction.I want to stay like this—wrapped up in her warmth, feeling her respond to me—but there’s too much unsaid between us. As much as I crave this moment, I know we can’t avoid the conversation any longer. There’s something bigger I nee
Luna POVI walk over to the shelves, scanning the titles, my fingers running over the spines of the books. There are so many—books I’ve been meaning to read, some of my favorites, and even a few I hadn’t gotten around to buying yet. I pick up one of the newer books and turn to him. “How did you even know which ones to get?” Dante leans against the doorframe, smirking. “I pay attention to what you read. Plus, I asked a few people for recommendations. Lilly gave Callum a whole list of books.” I shake my head, still in awe. “You’re unbelievable.” “And you’re worth it,” he replies, his voice low, but the sincerity in it makes my heart skip a beat. Stepping closer to him, I place the book back on the shelf and close the distance between us. “You know,” I say, resting my hands on his chest, “this space might be perfect, but it’s still missing one thing.” He arches an eyebrow, playing along. “Oh? And what’s that?” “You,” I whisper, rising on my toes to press a soft kiss to his lips.
Luna POVI can’t help but jump up, rushing over to scoop up Little Bear from Callum’s arms. I plop back onto the bed, cuddling the puppy. “Erm… I’m going to walk back out and come in again. Let’s try that welcome one more time,” Dante grumbles, walking out, which makes me burst into laughter. He walks back in, and I shoot him a confused look just to mess with him. “Unbelievable. The damn puppy gets a better welcome than I do,” he mutters, and everyone laughs. I move quickly, planting a kiss on his lips. “I was joking,” I say with a grin. “No, you weren’t. You ran for the puppy, not me,” he grumbles. “I’ve seen you more recently than the puppy,” I tease, and he can’t help but nod, giving in. “Okay, we need to talk,” Dante says, taking a seat beside Callum, who’s settled down as well. I glance between them nervously. “Whatever I did, I was drunk,” I joke, raising my hands in mock defense. Lilly, catching on, joins in, laughing. “Yeah, same. I was drunk too.” “Relax, you’re not i