Page 120 of Wishing for La Luna
But I couldn’t fight this feeling even if I wanted to. I surrender to it, letting it overwhelm me.
The buzzing wakes me, and I’m still in the same position, contorted against Rio. His hand is on my tit, and my ass is pressed against his dick. I spot my phone by the pillow. Giovanni’s name appears across the screen.
My eyes shut.Shit.
“Pick it up,” Rio says, kneading my tit.
“No. I’ll call him back.”
His hand stills, but he kisses my ear. “Come on. He could be worried.”
His mocking tone ticks me off. “He knows I’m right where he left me.”
“But never again how he left you. Do you think he woke up in the middle of the night, alone, realizing the mistake he made?”
I push away from him and get off the bed. “I’m not playing this insecure game with you.”
The phone rings again, and I ignore it, going to the bathroom to clean myself up. We’ve been messy this whole time, and my skin is sticky with all our body fluids—sweat, saliva, cum. I leave the bathroom as Rio comes in.
When I get back, the phone rings again. This time, I pick it up.
“Are you okay? Did I wake you up?” Gio’s deep voice comes through.
“No. Yeah. I’m still tired.”
From fucking. God, why did I pick up?
Rio crosses the room and heads to the living room, and my heart starts pounding fast.He’s going to leave.Panic begins to set in. I can’t let him.
“Luna?”
“I’ll call you later, okay?”
I hang up, drop the phone on my bed, and rush out. Rio’s throwing his jeans on. He pauses to look at me. “Short call?”
I throw off my robe. He lets his pants drop and sits on my couch with his legs open.
“One more time and then you go,” I say.
I straddle him and ride him until we both come. And my eyes fill with tears because there’s no way I can let him go. The last two months without him have been hell. It’s not fully living, but this shit is not right either.
“Now, we’re both fucked,” he says, freezing me on the spot. “You’re going to see me no matter where you look. You ruined my sanctuary because I can’t go home without seeing you everywhere. And now it’s the same with you. You won’t be able to fuck anyone here without seeing me.”
The cold wave blows through my chest. I climb off him, staring him in the eyes. I’m taken aback. But the anger there fuels my own.
I scooch to the corner of the couch. “Get out. I don’t want to see you.”
He pushes off the couch and throws his shirt on. He stands there, staring at me.
“Even when you hate me, you’ll never stop loving me.”
The haze of red behind my eyelids is so strong it threatens to burn me.
“That’s where you’re wrong, Rio. I’m going to erase you from my heart like you never existed.”
“Good luck with that.” And with that, he’s gone.
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