Luna Belle Fernandez POVAfter the incident at May’s party, I became more isolated. The girls in my class are as rich and entitled as kids in our school can be, but none of them has a bodyguard. The lie I told, that my dad hired Rudolph to protect me, puts me in a different bracket. My classmates are more guarded around me. Some are jealous.I still meet them for brunch at the mall or sports events on weekends, but there’s a gap between us. No one is going to invite someone to a party if she has to drag a bodyguard along. They don’t want what happens at these parties to get back to their parents. They’re doing what many other kids of their age are doing, experimenting with booze and cigarettes and sometimes the occasional drug. A lot of heavy petting is also involved, which is why a bodyguard who throws the hottest boy at the party in the pool for chatting a girl up is unwelcome. That, and our community is conservative. These things aren’t supposed to happen. As far as the adults are
Luna Belle POVAll my classmates have already turned eighteen. My parents sent me to school one year early, hence, I’m the last one to celebrate the big milestone. The parents tried to outdo themselves with the coming-of-age parties they organized at fancy venues and on yachts in Talubangi Bay. I begged my parents not to have another cocktail party at home. I won’t be able to live through another night of oysters and champagne with the family while Robinson entertains us on my underused piano.It’s Bart Fernandez’s idea to throw a party at the casino nightclub in Talubangi Bay. Isn’t everyone eager to show their ID cards for the first time at a club? It’s not what I would’ve chosen myself, but Bryan means well. He hasn’t said anything, but after Brady’s birth, he’s started to notice my withdrawal from my friends and the world. My apathetic brother is more perceptive than what I give him credit for.With some coaxing from Bart, my parents agree. As the casino is a thirty-minute drive f
Luna Belle Fernandez POVGrateful to finally locate a seat, I sink into one of the transparent plastic chairs arranged around a Perspex table. The backrest is curved, and the seat is low. Getting up without flashing my underwear in the process will be difficult. The modern design of the furniture favors aesthetics instead of comfort. Now more than ever, I regret wearing a thong, but the dress is so tight that panty lines would’ve been visible.Robinson slides with considerably less difficulty onto the chair next to me. A waitress removes the reserved card on the table and asks what we’d like to drink. I open my mouth to say ginger ale, but Bart orders champagne and sparkling water.Celeste walks to the balustrade and leans over, swaying her ass to the beat of the music. Bart goes to stand at her back, caging her between his arms with his palms planted on the rail. Unable to shake my unease, I look around, assessing the faces on the floor below before searching the bridge next to the D
Luna Belle Fernandez POVMy breath catches in my throat. My heart starts pounding, my pulse keeping time in my temples. The beat is like a hammer in my brain. I stare at the sight in front of me, battling to process that it’s real. That he’s real. That he’s truly here and not just in my head.“Hello, Luna Belle,” Leonardo says, his voice suave like velvet.I swallow away the dryness of my mouth. Anger masks my fear. “What are you doing here?”“You didn’t think I’d forget your birthday?”The words are like déjà vu. Their meaning chokes me. “How did you get into my room?”His lips curve. “With a keycard of course.”If the receptionist gave him one, he must have bribed her. I return his smile, mine wry. “Money always buys you what you want, doesn’t it?”He gets up, the movement was lithe like a panther’s.I glance at the door.“Don’t even think about it,” he says, rounding the bed. “You don’t want me to chase you through the casino with everyone bearing witness.”I back up, hitting a bar
Luna Belle Fernandez POVHe closes his hand so hard around my neck that my vision goes blurry. His face is a fuzzy picture behind a veil of fog as he dips his fingers under the elastic of my thong and tugs. A rip tears through the space. The thong slides down my thighs and brushes my ankles. My sight fades around the edges as I feel him between my legs, a hot, hard, velvet fist that wedges between my folds. We’re both slick. When he brushes the tip over my clit, pleasure hits my core.“You’re such a slut, Luna,” he says, his words coming to me through a gushing noise in my ears.As if to validate the statement, I curl my fingers around the lapels of his jacket, instinctively holding on. He taps my clit two, three times with the head of his cock, a light reprimand. A sweet punishment. “But you’re my slut.”Proving the point, he tears into me.I think I may pass out, and not from a lack of air. The way it hurts is excruciating. My lips part, but no sound escapes. It’s the worst torture,
Luna Belle POVHe rests his weight on one elbow and brushes the wet hair from my forehead. “I saved myself for you, Ysabella. I waited a long time for you. A very long time. That’s why.”I saved myself for you.He can’t mean what I think he does. Not Adonis. Not the handsome, darkly alluring, virile man with the body of a god and a cock that presses against my stomach like a steel rod. Not a man of twenty-two who seems so much older than his age, a wealthy man from a powerful family who must have plenty of female admirers. Yet his voice held vulnerability and uncertainty. His fucking was rough and clumsy, almost violent.A realization stabs into my brain.Oh my God.He wasn’t battling to control himself.He’s inexperienced.“Was I—Was this your first time?” I ask, dumbfounded. “I thought…” Wait. The way he looked at me in the bathroom… “You’ve never seen a naked woman before?”His smile isn’t insecure or embarrassed. It’s proud. “You’re my first.”“Why?” I whisper.“You’re mine, and I
Leonardo Sebastian Franco's POVGetting up from the bed, I go to the bathroom and light the decorative candle. The light is softer and kinder. I leave it on the nightstand and flick off the overhead lights. The wax smells like vanilla. It’s romantic. She’ll sleep better like this.I pick up the ring and study it in the gentle light of the flame. The emblem is fitting. It suits our family and what we stand for. The gold is twenty-four carats, the purest you can buy. Its melting point isn’t as high as iron’s. Gold is a soft metal. It needs to reach two hundred and sixty degrees Celsius to inflict a third-degree burn that will leave a permanent scar. The temperature in the center of the flame is one thousand four hundred degrees. I hold the head just long enough over the flame, still burning my fingers.The band of the ring scorches my fingertips when I kneel between Luna's legs. Carefully, I press the flat side that’s glowing red on the mound of her pussy, just above her slit. Ten secon
She blanches. “What kind of parents do you think we’ll make? With everything that’s happened?” Tears well up in her eyes, making them glitter. “I can’t cope with something like that too. Not now.”I ball my hands to prevent myself from touching her, from soothing her. From feeling sorry for her. “You didn’t think about it when you came in my mouth and on my cock. You didn’t tell me to stop when you screamed in pleasure.”“I didn’t scream,” she says with a sharp intake of her breath.My grin is savage. “Our neighbors will disagree.”“Shit.” She drags her hands over her eyes and pushes her hair out of her face. “If Bart finds out…”“So what if he does?” I say harsher than I intended.She looks at me. “My parents are religiously conservative. You don’t know my mother. The shame I’ll bring over my family will kill her.”I don’t care about any of those things—shame and religion and right and wrong. I was raised Catholic, but I’ve never practiced as an adult. I can imagine how a baby concei