Abandoned Luna Now Untouchable (Cecilia) novel Chapter 156

Chapter 156: Chapter 156 He was playing mind games!

Cecilia

I caught the door before Alpha Sebastian could enter the bedroom.

My heart was beating so fast it felt like it might crack a rib.

He paused, brows knitting together. “What’s wrong?”

God. His voice—low, calm, a little rough like he hadn’t spoken all day.

My brain was doing that thing where it short-circuits under pressure, and I knew if I didn’t speak now—right now—I was going to end up tangled in something way messier than I could handle.

No more overthinking. No vague metaphors. No polite avoidance.

Just say it.

I sucked in a breath, then another, and blurted, “Can we keep this... casual?”

There. Out in the open.

Alpha Sebastian didn’t flinch. Didn’t move.

His gaze pierced through the shadows, eyes glinting like they could read every unspoken thought in my head.

He didn’t answer right away.Of course he didn’t.

I swear, mushrooms could’ve started growing on the floor before he finally spoke.

“If that’s what you want,” he said at last, voice steady, unreadable. “Then that’s what we’ll do.”

I blinked. “That’s it?”

I was startled by his easy agreement.

The Alpha before me seemed suspiciously accommodating, making me wonder if this was some imposter rather than the real Alpha Sebastian.

I had expected him to respond with cutting sarcasm, then toss me to the ground and walk away without a backward glance.

That would have been the perfect way to stop this dangerous attraction before it started, and he wouldn’t have grounds to make my life difficult tomorrow.

"...You agree? Really?" I asked skeptically.

"Really." Alpha Sebastian nodded again with conviction.

He carried me into the room where the motion-sensing lights activated, bathing the previously dark space in a warm, hazy glow.

To my surprise, he didn’t place me on the bed.

Instead, he sat down in a spacious leather chair by the window, positioning me sideways across his lap.

His tone was earnest as he spoke, "I understand your concerns, Cecilia. I respect your thoughts and am willing to accommodate them."

Internally, I was panicking: *...but I think my suggestion is wrong, sitting on your lap like this is wrong, this whole situation is wrong!*

Yet his gentle reasoning made it difficult to object.

"Thank you. Thank you for understanding."Alpha Sebastian smiled, the expression transforming his face. "I respect you and understand your position. But shouldn’t you also respect mine?"

When he smiled, his almond-shaped eyes sparkled like stars, making it even harder to think clearly.

My usually reliable internal defense system was completely malfunctioning.

"Your position?" I echoed.

"Yes. You have your thoughts, and I have mine. That’s fair, isn’t it?"

“...Fair,” I echoed, though the word tasted cautious on my tongue.

“You don’t want commitment. I get that. And I respect it,” he continued, his tone calm, almost too measured. “But me? I believe if I care about someone, I should take responsibility. That’s not wrong either, is it?”

I sucked in a breath, tension creeping up my spine like a warning.

This conversation was steering into dangerous waters.

Alpha Sebastian must’ve sensed it, because his hand slid gently along my back, his touch warm and grounding.

“Relax,” he murmured. “I’m not trying to manipulate you. I’m not here to trap you into anything. Just... listen. You’ve got time to think, I promise.”

And maybe it was the heat of his voice, or the ridiculous calm in his eyes—but against all logic, I found myself whispering, “Okay... I’m listening.”

“I need a girlfriend—someone to keep my parents off my back. I won’t lie, I’m the kind of guy who sees relationships as a path to something long-term. Eventually, yeah, marriage. That’s just how I’m wired.”

He paused, giving me space to breathe.

“But I’m not forcing that on you,” he added. “You don’t have to want the same things. If you decide to walk away, that’s your call. And if you change your mind someday? Great. But either way, we move at your pace. You do you. I just want to be honest about where I stand.”

His voice was low and maddeningly reasonable, like he’d rehearsed it in front of a mirror.

Calm. Direct. No pressure.

It should’ve felt like a trap.Instead, it made my pulse quicken.

This isn’t fair, I thought. He’s too damn good at this.

“I’ll think about it,” I said quietly.

“Take your time,” he said with a soft smile.

Then, with maddening casualness, he gave my backside the lightest pat. “You’ve got, say... two hours. Think it over in the shower.”

My face went up in flames.

Did he really just—?

I opened my mouth to protest, but nothing came out.

So I stood, wordless, and headed toward the bathroom like a woman marching into battle... naked.

Under the hot spray, I stared at the tile, watching the steam curl up around me, trying to get a grip.

Somehow, somehow, the conversation had gone from “no strings attached” to “let’s play house for my parents.”

What the hell just happened?I pressed a palm to my forehead.

I emerged from the bathroom thirty minutes later.

My mind was made up.

Though his proposal was tempting, there’s no such thing as a free lunch—especially when it comes to gorgeous Alphas.

I couldn’t let a moment of weakness lead me astray.

I opened the door.

"I—"

The chair by the window was empty.

He’d left.

I sighed with relief.

This was for the best, regardless of why he’d gone. It was definitely not a bad thing.

Relaxing against the bed, I decided to rest for a while.

Once he was asleep later tonight, I’d sneak back downstairs. We could both pretend this "close call" never happened.

As I lay there, drowsiness overtook me.

My eyelids grew heavy, and I drifted into dreams.

Just as I was sleeping peacefully, a voice near my ear suddenly broke through: "Why are you asleep?"

"...Hmm? What!"

I jolted awake, heart racing like I’d been yanked out of a dream by force.

My pulse thudded in my ears, and for a moment, I couldn’t tell if the pounding in my head was leftover adrenaline or something far more dangerous.

Alpha Sebastian was sitting on the edge of the bed, leaning over me. His breath fanned across my cheek, warm and maddeningly intimate.

"Fuck," he breathed, running his hands up my sides. "You’re perfect."

My two sweat-soaked garments lay on the floor, steaming with the heat of our bodies, as real as the fine sheen of moisture glistening on my skin.

I threw my head back, gasping, my chest rising and falling with each hurried breath.

My nipples were already hard and aching, trembling in the cool air as they sought more contact.

"Fuck..." I cursed hoarsely, my nails digging into the muscles of his back, leaving red marks. "Don’t you dare tease me—"

He bit my lower lip and chuckled darkly, his knee forcefully parting my legs.

The sash of his robe had long since come undone somewhere.

I felt his erect cock grinding heavily against my soaked pussy through the fabric of my panties, and my back arched violently, a half-choked moan escaping my throat.

Sebastian leaned down, nipping at the side of my neck.

His fingers savagely tugged at the edge of my lace panties before driving two digits without warning into my tight passage.

"So wet?" he panted, his voice a whisper in my ear, his fingers mimicking the motions of sex as they thrust in and out rapidly.

I responded by wrapping my legs around his waist, my slick flesh greedily clenching around his invading fingers.

When his fingertips brushed against that certain spot inside me, I lost control, screaming, the arches of my feet tensing into straight lines, my juices trickling down my thighs.

He pulled his fingers out, smearing the glistening fluid across my lower abdomen, then gripped his purplish-red tip, slapping it against my swollen clit.

I gasped, arching up into him. "Please..."

He pressed his forehead against mine, his breathing ragged.

I could feel the hard length of him pressing against my entrance, hot and urgent.

He looked up at me then, his eyes dark with lust. "Tell me what you want."

“You,” I breathed, nothing left between us—no pride, no filter, just need. “I want you inside me.”

His eyes went dark with hunger, jaw tight as he gripped my hips like he was holding back a storm. “God, you’re beautiful when you say things like that,” he growled.

And then he moved—one powerful thrust, and he was fully inside me, filling me in a way that made my breath catch and my back arch.

We both gasped at the sensation, our bodies perfectly aligned.

My ankles locked behind his back, swaying with each thrust in a lewd rhythm.

The sound of his cock parting my layered, soft flesh, reaching deep into my core, mixed with the slap of his balls against my ass and the relentless creaking of the bed frame.

My hands clawed at his sweat-slicked back, and when he thrust particularly deep, I bit into his shoulder to stifle my moans.

Sebastian cupped my face, kissing me deeply, his tongue forcing its way past my teeth, tangling with mine as his thrusts grew increasingly frantic.

The bedside lamp cast a glow on the glistening fluids between us, and I lifted my hips to meet each drive, my toes curling and uncurling as the tingling prelude to orgasm shot from my tailbone to the back of my head.

"I’m close..." I whimpered brokenly, my vaginal walls clenching violently around him.

"That’s it," he praised, his voice strained with the effort of control. "Take all of me."

His thumb found where we were joined, circling the bundle of nerves that had me crying out, my nails digging into his back.

"Sebas—," I gasped, feeling the tension building to an unbearable peak.

"Come for me," he growled, snapping his hips harder, deeper. "Let me feel you."

Sebastian’s Adam’s apple bobbed as he quickened his pace, and when the head of his penis rubbed over my G-spot, I threw my head back and screamed, my release gushing over both our stomachs.

He grunted, driving into me to the deepest point, his hot seed pulsing into my quivering passage, our shared warmth radiating through our connected bodies.

As we lay tangled together after, his fingers tracing lazy patterns on my back, I tried to remind myself this was just physical - casual.

But the way he held me against his chest, pressing soft kisses to my hair, felt like anything but casual.

"Sleep," he murmured, pulling me closer.

And despite all my intentions to keep my distance, I drifted off in his arms, feeling safer than I had in years.