Page 56 of Forgotten Sacrifice
Luna glares at me over her bowl of cereal as I enter my kitchen. “Good morning, sunshine.”
“What’s good about it?” she snaps. “Soon, I’ll have to cheat my way through another victory.”
“It’s a good morning because a little femme fatale didn’t slit my throat last night,” I tease her. “And yes, you will have to bring in money.”
She flings her cereal bowl at me; I duck just in time as it lands behind me with a crash, milk splattering against the wall.
Keeping my expression neutral, I don’t give her the reaction she’s going for. “After you clean up your tantrum, get ready. We’re going out; I have some errands to run.”
“Wouldn’t your fuck buddy be better suited to help pick out your ties?” Luna says, arms crossed. “Although you did threaten tomurderSophie, so yeah, you’re on your own with those tough wardrobe decisions.”
My lips quirk. “If memory serves, you were the one sharing my bed last night, Luna.”As for Sophie, she’s sharing a shallow grave with all the dirty laundry she had on me.
“Oh, I bet you remember alright. Did you have to jerk your dick in the shower this morning thinking about my tight virgin cunt?” she asks sweetly, trying to rile me up.
“If you weren’t so damn stubborn, you could have been in the shower with me lending a hand.” Andyes, I did have to jerk my dick this morning thinking about it, but not in the shower. No, being the sick fuck that I am, I jerked my dick in bed with her virgin blood dried on my shaft, inhaling the smell of our sex lingering on the sheets.
She rolls her eyes. “Dream on. Last night was one and done. And thanks for the ‘invitation’ but I’m busy this morning.”
“Doing what?” And she’s right about the one and done. Fucking Luna was a mistake; a mind-blowing, out-of-this-world mistake, but still a mistake. I’m her authority figure, whether she likes it or not. She’s too young for me. I’m extorting her. Last but not least, I wouldn’t put it past her to try and kill me again.
Would it be worth it, though, to get her back in my bed?
Dammit, no!
“None of your business,” Luna says, and I try to stay focused.
“I already told you, everything you do is my business,” I correct her.
Luna grabs from her backpack a wad of money;mymoney. Throwing it at me, the bills bounce off my chest. “Apply that to your shylocking.”
I really am a sick fuck, because a part of me loves it when’s she’s this feisty. “Shylocking is for loan sharks,” I correct her.
“Isn’t that what you are? A glorified loan shark for gambling addicts?” She rises and storms to the door.
I grab her arm and jerk her around to face me. “Clean up your mess.”
She raises her chin in defiance. “Clean upyourmess. You’re the reason we’re in this fucked up, whatever the hell this is!”
I grip her cheeks hard. “No, your old man is the reason we're here; don’t ever forget it.”
“That may be true, but I still hate you more than him,” Luna spits, jerking out of my hold. Stomping over to the mess, she squats down and picks up the broken bits of the bowl, tossing them in the trash can. Glaring at me, she grabs a towel and spray bottle of cleaner from beneath the cabinet, scrubbing with exaggerated force.
“Really, Luna?” I say in a patronizing tone. “You hate me more than an abusive piece of shit alcoholic. Do I need to remind you what you looked like when I first saw you?”
“I lived it; you don’t have to remind me of a damn thing! But at least with my dad, I got to play chess without his interference. Maybe you don’t understand because you’ve never loved anything in your miserable life, but you’ve ruined chess for me, and I’ll never forgive you for it!” She grabs her backpack from the table, storming out of the house.
Luna
If you’re dumb enough to spread your legs for him, he’ll take your innocence and toss you out the next morning like a carton of soured milk.
I was dumb enough to spread my legs for Vince, but hedidn’t have to take a damn thing. I gladly offered myself to him on a silver platter. Sniffing my hand, I make a face.Eww.And now I’m the one who smells like a carton of soured milk.
I’ve embarrassed myself with a pointless sacrifice of my Queen and lost my advantage as a result. Sure, the sex was amazing. I expected my first time to be awkward at best, but that’s because I assumed I’d be with an inexperienced boy. Vince is neither, and the fact that I orgasmed not once but twice for the asshole, I’m livid.
I plop down on the bus stop bench, wincing at the lingering soreness between my legs. “Smile, pretty girl,” an old man seated on the other end of the bench tells me.
I give him a death glare, and he holds up his hands and goes back to minding his fucking business.
