Novelas de Luna

Clara’s POVThe doorknob turned.My entire body went rigid. For one terrifying second I was certain the lock would fail and the door would swing open, leaving me bent over the edge of the bed with my stepfather’s cock buried inside me while my mom and Ethan walked in and witnessed the taboo going on.It didn’t open.The lock held.A shaky breath of relief escaped me against Daniel’s palm. He didn’t pause. His hips kept moving in those same deep, angled-just-right strokes, the thick length of him dragging over every sensitive place inside me like the people on the other side of the door didn’t exist. He just didn’t give a fuck… no pun intended.“Clara?” My mother’s voice came again, softer this time. “Honey… I guess you want to be left alone. If you’re in there, stay safe, okay? And don’t hesitate to call me if you need anything.”Ethan added something quieter that I couldn’t fully catch. Footsteps moved away down the hall. The sound of them faded until only the distant music from down

Clara’s POVAs he spoke, his hand moved between my thighs like it belonged there. One finger stroked through the wetness gathered there, then a second joined it, sliding through my pussy with deliberate pressure.“I’m waiting,” he murmured. “Go on.”“W-what is there to talk about?” I whimpered.He didn’t answer with words. He pushed both fingers inside me in one smooth motion. The stretch pulled a broken sound from my throat. He curled them immediately, rubbing against the sensitive spot that made my hips jerk, while his thumb found my clit and pressed firm circles.“Quiet,” he said against my ear. “Unless you want the entire party to hear what your stepfather is doing to you.”The risk only made the pleasure sharper. I bit down on my lower lip to stop a moan threatening to slip out as he worked his fingers deeper, steady and relentless. My hands gripped his shirt. My knees threatened to give out, but his hand immediately moved to steady me.His other hand slid up, cupping my breast a

Clara’s POVThe door clicked shut behind Ethan, and the silence that followed felt heavier than the music still thumping downstairs.I stayed exactly where I was—costume pooled at my ankles, breasts bare, thighs still slightly open. Cool air brushed over my skin and made my nipples harden further. I should have covered myself. Instead, I stood frozen, heart slamming against my ribs, watching the man in the doorway.My stepfather didn’t speak at first. The black half-mask still covered the upper part of his face, but I could see the hard line of his jaw and the way his throat moved when he swallowed. His eyes traveled over me in one slow, deliberate sweep—from my face down to my chest, over the curve of my waist, then lower, lingering where I was still exposed and wet. The look lasted long enough that heat crawled up my neck and settled low in my stomach. The scent of my own arousal hung in the air between us, unmistakable.When his gaze finally returned to mine, something in the air s

Clara’s POV.One week later, Halloween night arrived whether I was ready or not.The costume my mother had practically forced me to buy hung on the back of my door. I stared at it longer than necessary before finally putting it on.The black bodysuit was tighter than anything I normally wore—stretchy material that clung to every curve and dip of my body, cut high on the hips and low enough in the front that the tops of my breasts pressed together with every breath. Thin straps crossed over my shoulders. A short, flared skirt sat low on my waist, more decoration than coverage. The matching cat-ear headband and sleek black mask completed it. When I looked in the mirror, I barely recognized myself. The mask hid enough of my face that I felt almost anonymous, which was the only reason I agreed to wear it or attend the party at all.Downstairs, guests had already started arriving. Costumes and masks filled the large living room. Music played at a low volume, lights dimmed to something soft

Clara’s POV.“Mom! What do you mean you invited over fifty people for this year’s Halloween celebration? I thought it was supposed to be family only.”My mother didn’t even look up from the list she was checking on her tablet. “I sent invitations to a lot of people just in case and didn’t realize they would all actually accept. It wouldn’t look good if I started messaging them not to come now.”“But you know how I feel about crowds. I get so anxious my chest feels really tight, and I start to get dizzy and—”“That’s okay, baby. You can go back to your room once you start to feel that way, okay?” The deep voice cut through the kitchen before my mother could answer.My stepfather stepped into the room, already moving toward me. He didn’t hesitate. He just pulled me back against his chest in one smooth motion, strong arms wrapping around me from behind, grounding me the way he always did when he saw the first signs of a nearing panic attack.The effect was immediate. My racing thoughts s