From Rejected Luna To Lycan Queen (Eloise and Edward) novel Chapter 229

Chapter 229 Continous Torture

ELOISE

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Last night wouldn’t leave my head, it kept playing over and over. My mind was going through it, and I was turned on as hell. How could someone stop thinking about the person that they were attracted to? I had a hard time sleeping because of everything that happened last night.

I tried as much as possible to make myself come, I tried to bring myself gratification, but all my efforts were in vain. My vibrator refused to bring me to my pinnacle. My hands refused to work, nothing was working even when I thought of him. It was anytime! was about to get to that climax that the feeling stopped.

I was going crazy, and I wasn’t sure how today would be. I wasn’t sure what would happen. I had meetings, meetings with the singers that Antonio abandoned and wasted their talents. Now that I’ve brought Summer down, I hear she’s still at the police station. I’m aware that anything can happen, but at the same time, I’m trying to follow Aunt Laura’s advice and stay positive.

It was time to set my claws on Antoine’s company. The processes have been going low–key, but now they’re going to be full–blown.

I tried as much as possible not to think about the asshole who cost my sanity last night as I got ready for work.

I was almost there. Only if he had just gone farther a bit, I would have orgasmed, and maybe this morning would be better, maybe I wouldn’t be this cranky. I just hoped the people who would be around me today would be forgiving because I was about to be a bitch.

I looked at myself in the closet mirror; I was dressed like a boss. I had big pants on, a vintage shirt tucked in only on one side of my waist, and I had pointed heels that Damon got from me by a popular designer: Jimmy Choo or something along those lines. I had sunglasses on because I wasn’t in the mood for anyone seeing my face.

I stepped out of my room, and the smell of food immediately attacked me. I sighed. He was cooking, I was trying ti avoid him, but that wasn’t going to be possible. I saw him in the kitchen, half–naked, cleaning the counter. I locked my lips without realizing it. He was so hot; he had a chain dropping down the middle of both his pecs. His tattoos look like a second skin.

I shook my head. I was angry at him for making me feel that way last night, so I sighed, breathed out, then tightened my grip on my bag and started walking past the kitchen.

“Come here, ma,” he said without looking at me, and I stopped, turning to him fully.

“And why is that?” I asked.

“You need to have breakfast,” he said.

“Im okay. I’ll gladly get breakfast anywhere else.” I said, and before I knew it, he was behind me, holding my throat from behind, and his lips were next to my ear.

“Go right ahead, ma. And watch me leave a trail of dead bodies in your wake,” he whispered, and I felt goosebumps along my skin. How was it even possible that this man didn’t smell like food right now? His scent was so potent: wood, vanilla, and manliness.

“What does that even mean?” I asked, trying ti sound stern and mean.

“It means that you don’t eat the food of anyone else that isn’t mine. Be it a woman or a man, I don’t give a flying fuck. My job is to cook for you, and you won’t undermine my efforts by going out to eat,” he said.

I loved how strict he was with his principles, but Burni still wanted to be deviant.

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Chapter 229 Continous Torture

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“I don’t care. You can shove your cooking up your ass.” I said and tried to escape from his hold, but he didn’t release me immediately; he held me to his front with both his arms and inhaled my hair.

“You smell so good, ma,” he said as if he were in a world of his own. “Every damn time,” he added

He released me after that. “Go right ahead then, baby. You should know not to dare me by now, but if you want to have fun, you know I’ll indulge you,” he said and walked back to the gas and started dishing out the food.

I tried as much as possible to walk to the door, and I did, but I know Damon. He would not make empty promises if he said he was going to kill people. Then he would, so I should not dare him.

Bastard.

I walked back inside the house and to the dining room. He had the food served and was sitting right beside me.

“Eat,” he said, and he placed his hand below his jaw, watching me intently as I took every spoonful as if he was trying to make sure I ate every bite.

“Stop watching me like a hawk,” I said.

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