From Rejected Luna To Lycan Queen (Eloise and Edward) novel Chapter 130

ELOISE.

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I breathed out and used all my strength to push him off me. This was going to happen. I stood up from the bed and took enough steps away from him.

The way he watches me, as if he’s assessing an enemy, is unnerving. The city’s lights shine brightly through the windows, flashing across his features. I hold his gaze, unsure as to whether it’s out of defiance or something else. But I take another step toward him and then another, frustrated by the fact that he’s remaining so quiet. I’m desperate for him to speak, wanting to shove at him or something so we can continue this fiery dance we seem to be caught up in. It doesn’t make sense, but I’m just so angry.

“Come here,” he says, his voice gravelly. He points to the space between his knees and then begins to roll up his sleeves, as if preparing for something. A shot of adrenaline pumps through me. He said he wouldn’t hurt me. So why does he look like he’s about to get his hands bloody?

“Why?” I try to say it with an even tone, but neither of us misses the tremble in it.

Lowering my gaze from his, I notice the tattoos on his forearm. A snake head, a rose, and a Renaissance angel with a bow and arrow that looks similar to Cupid. My eyebrows furrow. I certainly wasn’t expecting something so delicate and beautiful inked on his skin. Further evidence that I have no idea who this man truly is.

“We need to work on that mouth of yours; it seems to be in the habit of talking back, plus it seems to have a habit of telling me what to do with what’s mine,” he says, watching me expectantly.

Warmth floods my core, and the fury coursing through me turns into a wired tension buzzing along my skin.

My mouth opens to speak, then immediately closes because I don’t know how to respond.

“We can take all night, ma, but we’re not leaving this room until you’ve received your punishment.”

“My punishment?” I squeak, and I hate how pitchy my voice is.

He doesn’t reply. No, a man like Damon doesn’t feel the need to repeat himself or give explanations.

I can ignore his command–walk away and go upstairs–but I feel naturally drawn to him. I

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know I shouldn’t be tempted. It’s ridiculous and makes no logical sense. I’d be willingly stepping straight into the lion’s den, and yet… my feet quietly pad across the wooden floor toward him, accepting his challenge.

“That type of stunt you pulled at the comedy show isn’t to happen again. Do you understand?” Damon says as I come to a stop in front of him.

I swallow hard, still unsure about what’s happening, but my core is throbbing for something, anything to bring me to life. Maybe it’s the chance to experience his world, to get a little dirty before we part ways that tempts me–when logically I know it shouldn’t. Maybe I’m quietly praying that this pent–up anger will only dissipate with a release that my treacherous body tells me only he can provide.

But it still doesn’t mean I’ll comply with his demands.

“I can do what I want in my life. You don’t own me,” I reply.

The corners of his mouth twitch as he grabs my hand and slowly tugs me until I’m standing beside his knee. Even when he’s sitting, his size is imposing, and we’re almost at eye level with each other.

“You can, but there are consequences when you’re being a brat,” he says, his thumb stroking over the delicate bone of my wrist, as if reminding me how small I am compared to him. I should be scared, but it thrills me in ways it shouldn’t. “Bend over,” he orders.

My brain short–circuits.

“S–sorry?” I stutter.

“It’s too late for apologies. Bend over my knee so I can slap the brat out of you.”

Liquid warmth floods my core, and my pussy begins to throb at the thought quietly. Surely, I can’t be into this. I’ve never done anything like this before, and it feels foolish to give in. Yet there’s a spark of excitement flashing inside me.

“I wasn’t apologizing.”

“That’ll be five strikes. Do you want to continue adding to your punishment? Or are you demanding the belt instead?”

“What? No, I don’t want a belt,” I’m quick to say. That seems too extreme, doesn’t it? What is happening?

“We need to establish some rules,” he says as he threads his fingers through my hair and arches

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my neck back slightly. My pulse kicks up, and my breath hitches at the thought of what he might do next. “In public, I’ll play the part of doting husband, according to our contract. But when you make my life a living hell, you will be punished in private. Do you understand?”

I’m consumed by the gaze of a predator who’s ready to leave his mark. I can’t think rationally as my body begins to flood with a desire I’ve never known.

This is a choice, even if he doesn’t make it sound like one. I can easily walk away from this. But as I stare into his molten brown eyes that dance with light from the outside world, I don’t see malice or cruelty in them.

I see something I’ve never experienced before.

Desire.

Danger.

Dare I say… trust?

That last thought catches me off guard because how many others have I trusted who have disappointed me? But whatever this is, it defies all logic.

“You don’t get to tell me what to do,” I say breathily.

The corner of his mouth twitches, and I find myself staring, praying to see what he might look like with a full–blown smile. “Part of me thinks you like it, ma. Now, have you come to play?” He looks pointedly at his knee.

My heart is hammering in my chest. This man is dangerous. Still…

I find myself willingly lowering, bending over his knee, my ass up in the air as I brace my elbows on his other knee.

“She does listen after all,” he purrs appreciatively.

I go to speak, but his callused hand, slowly grazing along the back of my leg and up my bare thigh, has me snapping my mouth shut. Goose bumps erupt everywhere he touches. My breath hitches with the slow and painful anticipation for… what? Everything?

Anything? He is a man whose touch I shouldn’t want. Yet I yearn for it like my next breath.

He shifts my dress over my hips, and a low, guttural growl escapes him. I peek at him from over my shoulder, mesmerized by his eyes, which seem to have darkened to almost black as he stares at my ass.

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