From Rejected Luna To Lycan Queen (Eloise and Edward) novel Chapter 85

Chapter 85 Bad Girl

ELOISE.

“You’ve been a bad girl, Eloise.”

Heat pools in my core at the feel of him. At the sound of him.

“We aren’t supposed to be seen like this in public,” I hiss, keeping my eyes forward.

“No.” His lips brush against my ear, sending a shiver across my scalp.

“No?” I try to snap at him, but my traitorous body sinks back into his warmth.

“No, ma. I don’t like what happened with Xavier. So, now, we’ll talk.”

“It’s a little loud,” I say, facing forward.

“What was that?”

I sigh since he’s proving my point. “I said,” I turn my head to look back at him. “It’s-” And his lips seal over mine.

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The shock of his kiss causes me to try and pull away, but his other hand spans across my neck and chin, holding me in place.

And, because I’m weak, I let myself melt into his heat. Just for a moment, I soak in the feeling of his warm lips pressed against mine.

But just for a moment, because I can’t let myself forget the contract we signed, so I strain away, my hands shoving at the grip he has on my face.

“What are you doing?” I ask when his hand drops away, even though his firm grip around my waist keeps my body against his.

“I’m reminding you who you belong to.”

His words send a wave of emotion through my soul.

If only.

Sadness settles on my shoulders, and I turn my head back toward the stage, away from Damon.

His free arm circles around my chest, resting his forearm along the top of my breasts. “You shouldn’t turn your back on me, ma Damon’s cheek presses against the side of my head, his voice ruffling my hair.

“Why are you even talking to me? I thought we were not supposed to be cozy this way in public, at least according to the contract.” My voice cracks over the last few words, and I hope that the volume of the concert is enough to keep Damon from hearing it.

He tips his head down until his lips are against my ear.

“But I can’t help it.”

Those five words pierce through the warmth his body is giving me.

His arms tighten like he knows I’m going to try to jerk away. “I said we can’t do this because if we do, I might put you in danger

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What?

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Damon’s fingers curl into my sides as he hugs me from behind. “I have enemies that would love to hurt me by hurting you.”

“Enemies?” I repeat the word like I’ve never heard it before because normal people don’t have enemies.

Not like I was normal, then I remembered he was the Lycan King. Of course, he had enemies.

“I’m not a good man, ma. Don’t ever forget that. I’m trying to keep my distance from you. Because I don’t want to be the one to ruin you.” The hand on my stomach slides lower, and I’m startled by the sudden touch of skin on skin.

I automatically reach up and grab hold of his forearm to stop him. But the feel of his fingers sliding beneath the waistband of my skirt is divine. So, I don’t try to stop him; I just cling to him.

“If what you’re saying is true, why are you even here?” My words are quiet, but Damon wraps himself around me even more, lowering his ear.

“Because dangerous doesn’t stop me.” His fingers travel lower, slipping into my underwear. “And you’ve earned a punishment.”

Every nerve in my body is on fire. “Punishment?”

“Yeah, ma, punishment.” Damon’s fingertips brush against the curls between my legs.

“Is it not punishment enough that you keep stealing my panties?” I said, remembering the 100–dollar bills he puts in my drawer any time he takes my panties.

He huffs out a breath, the hand around my chest dropping away. “You mean these?” His hand reappears in front of me, a pair of my crumpled–up panties in his palm.

I try to ignore his fingers, sliding ever closer to where I want them. “Give those back.”

“I’ll give you them back if you give me the ones you have on now.”

My mouth drops open. “You can’t be serious.”

His teeth scrape against the side of my neck. “Deadly.”

“I’m not taking my underwear off in public.”

“Yeah, Baby, you are.” He slides his hand higher, away from my center. My whole body shook because that was the first time he called me baby. “And hurry up, before I’m forced to remove them for you. Which would draw a lot more attention.”

My cheeks are flaming hot. But my core is throbbing.

None of this should turn me on. His shitty attitude. He is threatening to punish me for something he has no say over. But I can’t help how my body responds to Damon. And, if I’m being honest with myself, I don’t want to. I want to hand him control.

“Take them off, ma. Now.”

Instead of forcing me, Damon unwinds his body from mine. Cool air rushes in to fill the space where he just was, and I feel histoss on an even deeper level.

Stress swamps me as I worry that he might just turn and walk away.

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Chapter 85 Bad Girl

But when I look back, I find him shrugging out of his suit coat.

Of course, he’s wearing a suit coat.

I finally take a second to look at him, and just like earlier today, before I left the palace, he’s breathtakingly handsome.

And totally out of place with this crowd.

Damon steps forward again, pressing against my back.

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“Here” Before I can react, Damon’s draping his suit coat over my shoulder, the other side of the coat draped over his shoulder, creating a makeshift barrier between the crowd and us to our right. “It’s not perfect, so try to stay still.”

A flood of desire passes through me.

I hate him. I shouldn’t be letting him anywhere near me, let alone… this.

I know I should walk forward, disappear into the sea of people, but I don’t. And I almost convince myself that I’m only doing this for the pleasure he’s about to give me. Nothing more.

I’m such a liar.

Checking to make sure no one is looking directly at us, I inch my hands up the sides of my thighs until I can hook my fingers around the top of my panties. Then I slowly drag them down.

And down.

Until they drop, catching on the top of my ankle boots, so they aren’t touching the floor. I fall into a crouch and struggle for a moment to step out of them. The moment I stand, Damon has the suit coat back over my shoulder.

“That’s my girl.” I can feel the rumble of his chest against my back. And the hardness of his cock against my ass.

“What now?” I arch into him, keeping my gaze forward.

“Now.” The hand, under the jacket, glides over my stomach. “You pay.”

The entire crowd shouts as one, fists in the air, chanting with the beat; and that’s when Damon slides his hand down the front of my skirt, his fingers not stopping until they’re pressing against my swollen clit.\

I cry out in surprise, but the sound disappears under all the other noise.

“Goddess, ma. You’re so fucking slick.” His fingers brush back then forth before he plunges one inside me. “So fucking ready for me.” I moan at the intrusion.

“Just a few make–out sessions, and you’re already horny for more. Turned you into the perfect little slut, didn’t I?”

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