Page 47 of Heir of Darkness

She hated him. But she hated him because of how badly she wanted him. The feeling came out of nowhere, clouded her judgment in every respect of the word. But something had shifted in her. Maybe it was him killing the man her father wanted her to marry. Maybe it was him giving her another out when he didn’t have to. Maybe because he wasn’t as bad of a person as she thought he was.

Or maybe it was because she knew he actually cared about her. No, he loved her. That feeling terrified her, made her anxious and sick to her stomach. He hadn’t said it, and he didn’t have to. But she felt it. She knew it was there. Everyone did.

He stood, pushing his chair out before he got down on his knees, swiveling Luna’s chair so she was facing him.

“What are you doing?” she asked, breathless. “Anyone could come in here. Stand up.”

He gave her a devilish smirk. “Guess you’ll have to stay quiet then.”

He started at her calves, collecting the dress up her waist. She grabbed the chair, clutching for dear life.

He hooked his arms around her thighs, pulling her body towards the edge of the chair. He hooked his fingers into her underwear, slowly pulling them down her thighs and off her legs. Her breath hitched when he looked up at her, his eyes a dark shade of blue.

“Your pussy is just as perfect as I remembered it to be,” he told her. He spread her legs apart, leaving her completely open to his eyes to his hands to his mouth. “I don’t know how I went this long without it. One taste and I’m obsessed.”

“Someone could come in at any moment. Our food will be here soon,” she reminded him.

“Do you want me to stop?” he asked, his brow raised.

She smirked. “If you’re okay with that waiter seeing your fiancée’s pussy, I guess I am too.”

His eyes turned deadly. “Then I think I have to make sure my fiancée comes quickly.”

And then he leaned his head down, licking a strip up her core. She jumped off the seat, completely not expecting he would actually do it—again. Still, she didn’t make a sound, terrified of someone walking in. Valerio looked up at her, spreading her folds apart before he placed his tongue directly over her clit, adding pressure onto it.

Luna grabbed the chair with a death grip, biting her lip to stop herself from moaning. She watched him the entire time. The way he sucked on her clit before trailing his tongue back down to her slit, letting it enter her.

The moan was on the tip of her tongue, waiting to slip out, but she held back. He pulled away, letting her inhale a deep breath. It was short-lived once his hand replaced his tongue. He moved his thumb in circles around her clit, forcing waves after waves of pleasure up her spine. Her eyes closed and her head fell back. A small moan escaped her.

Valerio trailed his hand down, putting one finger inside her. Luna whimpered, looking back down at him. “Look how fucking tight you are.” He groaned, moving his finger in and out of her. “My cock is going to destroy you.”

Luna let out a louder moan. His dirty talk made her feel something deep inside, igniting her further toward her orgasm. He slipped in another finger, connecting his lips back to her clit. Her body screamed in pleasure, everything building up so suddenly that she crashed through her orgasm with full force. She closed her thighs around his head letting him feel every shake of her body, every pulse of her pussy as she came.

Luna let out a shaky breath, unlocking her legs so Valerio could come up for air. He pressed one last kiss to her inner thigh, pulling his fingers out of her. He gave her a bruising kiss, biting her lip.

“So much for being quiet,” he said with a small laugh. He stood up, stretching his back out. Luna stared at him in amazement. How the hell was she supposed to recover from that?

She slid her dress back down just as the door was opening. The waiter brought in a tray of food, setting it down on the table for them, promising more was coming. Valerio took his seat again, his eyes locked on Luna. She avoided his gaze until he lifted his hand to his mouth, pushing his fingers inside. She gulped at the thin sheen of herself covering his lips.

She didn’t understand what overcame her, but Luna leaned over, pressing her lips against his.

It seemed like he was expecting it, because his hand was locked on the back of her head, pushing her closer so she was practically out of her chair. He let her taste herself.

She pulled away, breathless. “So you’ll sign the papers?”

He nodded. “I’ll send you a final copy. There are some things I want to add.”

Luna sat back in her seat. She fixed her hair and adjusted her dress. She grabbed the water on the table, taking big gulps.

Suddenly, she was more hungry than she had ever been in her life.

NINETEEN

LUNA

“It’s surprisingly warm,”Luna said as they walked to the car after they had finished their meal. Her skin had felt feverish ever since Valerio had gotten on his knees. It got worse with every lemon drop martini she consumed. The drink didn’t taste like alcohol, so she assumed there was barely any in it. She was wrong. “I wish I could go swimming right now. Being in the water sounds so nice. Don’t you have a pool at your house?”

“Is that your way of asking to come over?” Valerio asked with a smirk. He opened the car door for her, letting her get in and making sure her seatbelt was secured before going over to the driver’s side. He started the car once he was situated.

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