All Chapters of Violet's Vengeance: The Rise of The Fallen Luna: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

There had never been a baby, there never would be, but that kind of lie was as old as time itself, and I was willing to use it. If it meant keeping Hertor by my side and turning him against my beloved enemy and husband, then so be it.And even if I lied shamelessly, there was no way for him to catch me. What would Hertor do? Confront Rayan? If he did, I’d simply tell the truth about our affair and he would take the fall too. The two of them were never going to talk about it, not when they were both hopelessly in love with me and their friendship was no longer what it once was.“What do you mean?” he asked, shock written across his face, urgency and disgust seeping into his voice.“I…” I took a deep breath, as if hesitating with fear. “Please, you can’t tell him what I’m about to say. He’ll kill me, he’ll throw me back in that place, he’ll…”I let my emotions take over, simulating the beginning of a panic attack. Hertor pulled me into his arms, holding me gently. “It’s okay, breathe, I

Everything that followed that night was soaked in an uncomfortable silence. No one wanted to comment on, or even appear interested in, what had just happened. It was like having dinner with a pink elephant wandering among us.Rayan went to the bedroom before I did, and I followed after a few moments spent talking with Nara. As soon as I walked in, I looked for him and saw the bathroom door open. I approached and saw him leaning over the counter, his gaze lost in the mirror.For a moment, even if brief, I placed myself in his position. To discover that your own father, someone for whom you had done horrible things, someone you admired, had murdered your mother. What would my reaction have been? Would I have done the same as him? Or worse? It wasn’t easy and, as his luna, I should console him.Not only that, I think that, even if I didn’t want to admit it, I wanted to console him.I approached, sliding my hands over his chest as I embraced him from behind and pressed my lips to his ski

Rayan.Violet’s scent filled my lungs, and the sound of her heavy breathing tangled with mine. I didn’t want to move off her. I didn’t want to lose the heat of her body, her perfume, the way her moans still echoed in my ears like an addictive whisper.She turned her face away, as if trying to compose herself, as if trying to remember she hated me. But her body told me something else. Her erratic breathing. Her legs still trembling. Her fingers still gripping the sheets like she was trying to hold on to her last bit of self-control.I slid my hand along her hip, up her torso, and straight to her face, turning it back toward me.“I’m not done with you,” I murmured, brushing my lips against hers. “Not even close. Not while you keep pretending you hate me.”She shivered, not from fear, never from fear. Violet never feared me. She felt many things for me, but fear wasn’t one of them. She shivered because of that stubborn mix of anger and desire I always pulled out of her.And I can’t even

There was a cloud of pleasure, desire, and aching excitement invading my mind. I couldn’t do anything except feel and receive everything Rayan gave me. He was buried deep inside me, and every command, every word from him sounded like an irrefutable order.Sweat ran down our bodies, coating us in traces of pleasure and desire. The night stretched on for a few more hours, Rayan pushed me to climax again and again, until I couldn’t think anymore, until everything became too much.I was on top of him, and Rayan stroked me in slow circles, right on the most sensitive and aching point of my body, while he thrust into me. Words no longer formed correctly on my tongue; moans and trembling were all he could pull from me.“Looks like you’re going to c*me again,” he whispered into my ear.I mumbled something, trying to argue and say it was already too much for me, but I couldn’t form even a single “no.” At least he really knew me and could read through the mess I had become.“I know it’s too muc

The meeting went on for a while longer, but my mind was no longer in that room. In part because it was tediously predictable: Lyndre and Orion arguing, Sylas and Hertor pointing out possible strategies, Rayan giving the final word.And in part because I couldn’t push away the memory of the moment when Rayan smashed Orion’s face into the table because of me.That had ignited something inside me.Whether I admitted it or not, his protection, his possessiveness, his jealousy… stirred me.I couldn’t say if it was instinct, but the feeling of being untouchable, protected, of belonging only to him and no one else, had made me burn with the urge to throw myself at him right then and there.I was lost in my thoughts, turned toward the shelves, biting my lips with arousal, wanting to surrender to the man who possessed me in every way… when I heard movement. I turned and realized they were standing up.One by one, the council members left the room.Sylas was the first to leave. Hertor hesitated