Page 46 of Ghost

But when Luna blinked, looking up into my eyes, she reminded me why I can’t be selfish. Just because she’s an angel from heaven doesn’t change the fact that I’m the chains from hell. I can’t let her be my salvation just to damn her soul in return.

The line is drawn.

Or so I thought.

Everything is getting really fucking blurry lately. The sight of Luna stripped down to her lacy bra and panties gave me a stronger hit than a bottle of whiskey.

She sunk onto my lap, and I almost believed I deserved to hold her. Her nails bit into my shoulders, and she rocked over me as I slipped my fingers into paradise.

My hand decorating her throat is the only necklace I want her to wear for the rest of her life.

I snapped.

Her slick pussy gripped me, and I tried not to think about how tight she’d feel wrapped around my cock. I resisted every urge to flip her over and break my abstinence streak.

Five years ago, when I decided I do more bad than good, it was simple giving up sex. Fucking a girl isn’t worth the consequence of letting them get close. Before I met Luna, I thought a lifetime of celibacy might not be the death of me.

All it took was one look in her ocean-blue eyes to doubt every decision I’d ever made. It wasn’t easy at all. I just hadn’t met a girl who made me want to break my promise to myself.

But what happens if I give in?

What happens if I’m selfish?

I might already know the answer, but my body is starting to physically resist it.

The hallway is quiet when I step out of the VIP room. I give Luna her space to get dressed and come to termswith what happened. We can’t have more, no matter how much I want to.

I wait at the end of the hall until Luna steps out next. She shuts the door, pausing to adjust the knot at the bottom of her T-shirt, and I watch her from a distance. She’s showing off more skin than she was when she first walked into the club, and I’m not the only one who notices.

“Damn.” Venom stops beside me, grinning.

“What the fuck are you looking at?”

His eyebrows pinch at my tone. “Nothing, boss.”

My teeth grit as I watch Luna pull her hair into a knot on the top of her head. “Good.”

I feel Venom’s attention moving from me to her. If I’m lucky, Chaos won’t think anything of us disappearing because Luna and I regularly work together. But Venom sees it. The wheels in his head are already turning. He might spend more time pissing me off than impressing me lately, but he’s not an idiot.

Luna glances up at me, and her cheeks brighten. Her lower lip is puffy from biting at it, but the tension she walked into the club with has dissipated.

She stands staring at me from the other end of the hall, and I know we’re in trouble because her gaze lights a match to the dark caverns of my heart. She adds kindling to this fire that’s catching, and we’re both going to burn if we aren’t careful.

I’m tempted to drag her back into the VIP room and follow the blush on her neck, down her chest, and over her whole body. I’d like to strip her bare and figure outwhat makes her skin prickle. What makes her pussy drip. What makes her scream.

“Oh shit.” Venom looks from Luna to me. “I swear I didn’t know that Luna was your girl, Ghost, or I wouldn’t have tried anything with her.”

I look over at him and consider saying she’s not mine. But I don’t owe a prospect an explanation, and I don’t mind him thinking she is.

“Did you ride here on your bike?”

I might not be willing to claim Luna, but there’s no way she’s getting on the back of another man’s bike after she just came on my fucking hand.

“No.” Venom shakes his head. “I drove her here in one of the club’s vans.”

Good. At least he’s smart enough not to have a death wish.

“Are you good to get her home, or has Chaos been feeding you shots?”

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