LOGINHis thumb pressed against my lower lip and I forgot every reason this was wrong. "You keep looking at me like that in my classroom, Miss Alexander." His voice was low, meant only for me, and it made me ache, I was soaked, embarrassingly so. His other hand was flat against the desk behind me, caging me in, and I could feel the heat of him from inches away. "Like what?" I whispered. "Like you want me to ruin you." His deep rasp caressed my skin like a candle flame. God help me. I did. "Professor O'Brien." My voice came out smaller than I wanted it to. "We really shouldn't—" Not here. Not when class was due in the next minute. Yet… "No." His eyes dropped to my mouth. "We really shouldn't." Neither of us moved. .... Moon Alexander was handed a marriage contract at nineteen by her uncle who raised and ruined her and was told to sign in his daughter's place, have a child for a stranger and get her freedom. Her husband is her art professor and he is the most dangerous man she has ever been in a room with. Their marriage was meant to be a secret, hidden, forgotten. But then everything changes when secrets, yearning and desire threaten to ruin their carefully constructed roles. It all starts with one kiss. One touch. And soon the Muse will become the Artist's damnation.
View MoreMOONJessica and Shiro barely made it three steps away before Yuki grabbed my wrist and pulled me toward the quieter edge of the hall.Her fingers weren't hurting me, but they were cold. Freezing, actually, despite how warm the room was, and when she released me she immediately folded both arms across her chest as though she needed to hold herself together."You're married to Professor O'Brien." Her voice came out low, almost swallowed beneath the music and conversations behind us. She stared at me while she spoke, brown eyes wide and glossy, confusion slowly hardening into hurt. "You've been married to him this entire time?"My tongue stuck to the roof of my mouth. I rubbed my damp palms against the sides of my dress and nodded. "Yes, but Yuki, I can explain. It isn't...I couldn't tell anyone at school. We agreed to keep it private because he's my professor and...""I'm not asking why the school doesn't know." Her brows pulled together and her voice cracked slightly before she cleare
MOON"That's not how you compliment your wife."I held his gaze in the mirror when I said it, even though my pulse was already beating harder from the way his body pressed against mine.Cillian's mouth remained close to my neck for another second. Then a low chuckle left him, warm against my skin, and his hand shifted slightly at my waist."Turn around and spread your legs, Petal," he murmured. "I'll show you how I compliment my wife."Heat rushed straight into my face.My fingers pressed against the edge of the vanity as his words settled somewhere much lower than my stomach. The skin along my neck still tingled from his mouth, and the hard length of him remained against my ass, making it painfully easy to imagine exactly what his version of a compliment involved.My pussy pulsed like the fucking traitor it was and for one dangerous second, I seriously considered it.I could turn around. Lift the dress. Let him do whatever filthy thing his voice had just promised while Jessica waited
MOONCillian's grandmother was also his stepmother.I remained on the studio sofa for several seconds after the front door slammed downstairs, still naked beneath the warm light with my clothes somewhere beside me and my brain trying very hard to arrange that sentence into something less insane.It refused.His grandmother had married his father.After her own daughter died.Days after her own daughter died."Jesus fucking Christ."I sat up slowly, the leather sticking against the back of my thighs before peeling away with an uncomfortable sound. Somehow hearing the entire thing through a phone call had made it worse. Cillian hadn't sounded angry in the loud, explosive way people usually did. His voice had gone colder with every sentence until even I had felt uncomfortable breathing too loudly.'I watched my mother get buried. I watched my sister get buried.'My chest hurt remembering it.And Victoria had married his father afterward.Damn.I'd spent most of my life believing nobody c
CILLIANI wanted all of her.Not simply the naked woman stretched across the sofa in my studio, though Christ knew I wanted every fucking inch of that too. I wanted whatever Aphrodite kept buried beneath the foul mouth, ridiculous jokes and that irritating smile she used whenever a conversation got too close to somewhere she didn't want me going. There were too many locked doors inside that woman. Even having her closely watched by one of Mamò's hires hadn't been enough to open any of them.I'd gotten reports. Places she'd gone, people she'd spoken to, how long she'd stayed. School. Cafés. Home. Occasional detours that meant nothing without knowing what went on inside that fucking head of hers.Then her cousin walked into my office and handed me another piece.Pregnant almost two years ago. An abortion supposedly against the wishes of some bastard she'd loved.It hadn't disturbed me in the way that woman clearly intended. Aphrodite owed me no explanation for ending a pregnancy before
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