SWNOVELS Twilight Sins: Chapter 30
I grab Luna by the arm and haul her out from under my desk. She tries to beeline towards the door, but I spin her back and toss her down in my chair.
“What are you doing?”
“Getting what I was promised.” I grip her chin until her full lips part. “You’re here to suck my cock, right? That’s why you’re wedged under my desk?”
She pulls away. “Stop it.”
“Then answer me. What the fuck are you doing in here, Luna?”
“Nothing.” She crosses her arms. “I was just—”
“Tell me the truth or I will—”
“What?” She lifts her chin defiantly to meet my eyes. “What are you going to do to me, Yakov?”
I drop down in front of her and rest my palms on the arms of the chair. Luna cringes back against the headrest, but I follow her. I don’t give her even an inch of space. Her panicked exhales mingle with mine.
“If you were anyone else, you’d already be dead.”
She narrows her blue eyes. “But I’m not ‘anyone else,’ am I?”
I was making a threat, but she’s right. For some reason far beyond what I can comprehend, Luna is different. She stuck herself into me and I don’t want to let go. Even though “letting go” is exactly what I should be doing.
My knuckles are white from gripping the armrest. “Why the fuck can’t you stay out of it, Luna? I asked you to do one goddamn thing!” I shove the chair back. I’m trying to keep you safe, and you’re making it really fucking hard.”
“And I’m trying to trust you, but you’re making that hard.”
I shake my head. “I haven’t given you a single reason not to trust me.”
“Ha! You’re kidding, right? You’ve barely told me anything! I’ve had to beg for bits and scraps of what is going on from you.”
“Count yourself lucky. I could have told you nothing.”
“You probably think I should be grateful you kept this from me, too.” She grabs a folder off of the desk and throws it at my chest.
Benjy’s file. I haven’t looked at it since the night I tracked him down to the bar. I could have shredded it once I was done with him. I’ve seen enough men after a fight to know which ones are going to get back up. Benjy isn’t a fighter. He’ll stay down.
“Make whatever excuses you want, but you should have told me about this, Yakov. This was a lie.”
“That piece of shit isn’t worth lying about,” I growl. “He isn’t even worth talking about.”
“Is that why you didn’t mention that you know him? Because he isn’t worth talking about?” she snaps. “Well, I think it’s worth talking about that the man I’m sleeping with has a file on my abusive ex in his desk. Are the two of you, like, working together? If this is some kind of setup, then… I don’t even know how to make sense of that.”
“Don’t fucking insult me, Luna. I’d never work with Benjy.”
She throws up her hands. “Then what is happening? Is he the person I’m in danger from?”
“If Benjy was the problem, he’d already be dead.”
“I don’t want to do this anymore.” She drags her hands down her face and takes a deep breath. When she looks up at me, there are tears in her eyes. “I can’t do this anymore. I want to trust you. But I need more. Something. You said the other day that you wanted to tell me what is going on. So tell me, Yakov. Not all of it, but… something. Please.”
It would be better this way. If she left before I had to figure out how the fuck I’m going to let her go.
But the broken look on her face doesn’t give me a choice.
I close my eyes and sigh. “The men who killed my father are after me and anyone close to me.”
“You and I didn’t even know each other.”
“Doesn’t matter,” I tell her. “You joined the list of people I’m close to the moment you walked up to my table.”
She frowns. “Why would they go after me? I’m nobody. Isn’t killing your father enough of a blow?”
The world is full of nobodies. Blank faces that make up the background of my life. Luna is not one of those people. She’s somebody to me, which is why Akim picked his target well. Anyone else and I may have let them die.
“It was enough… until I got my revenge.”
“What does that mean? How did you get revenge?”
I shake my head. “That’s not something you need to know.”
“Okay. Okay, but—” She takes a deep breath. “They killed your father; you did something mysterious that I don’t know about in retaliation—I get that. What I don’t get is what in the hell this has to do with Benjy! Did you know who I was before we met at the restaurant? How is he involved in all of this?”
My molars grind together. I hate hearing her say his name. I hate that, even if I had snapped his neck that night and tossed him to the curb like trash, nothing could erase the history he has with Luna.
“Benjy hurt you.”
“Okay,” she says slowly. “What does that have to do with you? Why do you have his file in your desk?”
“I told you when we walked out of that restaurant together that I would keep you safe.”
“But Benjy happened years ago. Way before you and I ever met. He doesn’t—”
I curl a finger under her chin and lift her eyes to me. “He hurt you. You don’t deserve that. So I took care of it.”
Her brow furrows as she begins to understand. “How… how did you take care of it?”
I don’t answer, but I can see Luna putting the pieces together. She looks at my left eye. The bruise is long gone now, but Luna remembers.
“That night you came home with a black eye… that was…”
“A lucky shot,” I growl. “He didn’t get another one.”
Her blue eyes widen as what I’m saying starts to make sense. Then slowly, Luna grabs my wrist. She twines her fingers through mine as she drops to her knees in front of me.
Her hair curls over her shoulders in golden, sleepy waves. She gathers them in one hand and pushes all of her hair behind her back.
“What are you doing?” My cock stiffens as she slides her other hand up my thigh.
“I already told you.”
Before she reaches my zipper, I yank her back up to her feet.
She blinks in surprise. “What’s wrong?”
“What’s wrong is that, if I come, I don’t want to be in your mouth.” I push her back on my desk and her legs wrap around my waist. “I’m going to be buried deep inside of you.”