All Chapters of Marked by the Moon: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

BAS POVI had intended to talk to her, to have a conversation about her growing closeness with my father and her reasons for the spy mission. But now, as she moved closer, I found myself unable to think clearly.I thought I was strong enough to finally be in a room alone with her, but here I was, fighting every urge not to pull her into my arms. The plan was to keep my distance because being close to her made me crazy. But when she accused me of making her feel like a disease, my walls crumbled. I had never intended to make her feel that way. If only she knew how desperately I fought with myself not to pull her close and take her right here and now."I can see it, Bas...the eyes never lie," she whispered, her hands slowly running down my bicep. My body shivered at her touch, and I couldn't help but stifle a groan. She was driving me crazy, and I was about to lose control.Her gaze locked onto mine, and I couldn't look away. Her eyes were full of longing and determination. I watched as

Bas POVI stepped out of the room and headed to the kitchen, my mind still a whirlwind of thoughts about Becca. The moment I entered, Aubery greeted me with a warm smile."Great, you're here," she said, her tone light.I nodded, walking to the counter and taking a seat on one of the stools. "Where's Tom?" I asked, looking around the empty kitchen."He stepped out," Aubery replied as she busied herself at the stove, fixing something for me to eat. After a few minutes, she placed a plate of food in front of me, the aroma wafting up and making my stomach growl."Thanks," I said, offering a small smile, appreciating her effort despite the heavy tension in the air.She nodded and took a seat across from me, sipping her water quietly. The room fell into a comfortable silence as I ate, the clinking of cutlery against the plate the only sound. I focused on the food, trying to ground myself and push away the chaos in my head.When I finished, I pushed the plate away and looked up at Aubery. "Th

I had sworn to stay away, to keep my walls high and ensure she didn't slip in. But all it took was a single moment of her flirting with another guy, and I lost control. My legs carried me to her before I could even process what I was doing, and the next thing I knew, I had pulled her away from the crowd.It should have ended there, but my body burned so intensely for her. Every fiber in me felt like it was on fire."Why did you bring me here?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper, her eyes searching mine for answers.My heart pounded so loudly I could barely hear my own thoughts. I struggled to find the right words, but at this point, it was no use—I was already lost in her, and all I wanted was her."F*ck it," I muttered, unable to hold back any longer. I crashed my lips onto hers, the urgency and passion in the kiss making her let out a small groan.It was her fault, I thought. If only she had never spoken with him, smiled, and chuckled at his boring jokes, then none of this

Bas POVAhhhh...Her scream reverberated through the room, a crescendo of pleasure that echoed off the walls as she succumbed to another orgasm. We lay tangled together, limbs entwined amidst the crumpled sheets that barely covered our naked bodies. Her head rested on my chest, rising and falling with the rhythm of our breaths, as we basked in the afterglowA playful smile curved her lips as she looked up at me. "Thanks to you, I might be sore for the next two days," she said with a mischievous grin.I couldn't suppress the smirk that tugged at my lips, a surge of pride swelling within me. "Whose idea was it for us to go for another round?" I teased, running a hand through her tousled hair."Ohhhh," she purred, lifting her head to meet my gaze squarely. "So you're blaming me now?" Her eyes sparkled with a mix of amusement and desire.I chuckled softly, enjoying the banter that flowed between us. "Oh, I could never blame you. In fact, I wouldn't mind doing this all day long if that's w

Bas POVI watched her car drive off, the taillights fading into the night. A pain gnawed at my heart, knowing she was suffering but pretending not to. Did I think Joe deserved what he got? Yes, of course. He caused us so much pain. But I wished she had told me, then I would have taken care of it, and she wouldn't be feeling so guilty.I sighed. How could things go from great to worse in just a split second?Turning, I saw Aubrey standing there, looking at me. The pain in her eyes was unmistakable. She needed an explanation.The car ride home was quiet and unbearably long. Aubrey, who was always chatty, remained silent, staring out the window as we drove. She must have really been hurt, I thought, all because of me.When we got home, Aubrey walked out without saying a word, slamming the door behind her. As much as she was mad, I knew it was important we talk, so I followed her inside."Aubrey, I'm sorry," I said, my voice soft and sincere.She sat by the mirror, cleaning off her makeup