Semua Bab Cursed Luna: Bab 31 - Bab 40

Rebecca The final count was drawn out like a tortuous, agonizing pain by the auctioneer's voice. "I'm going once." My ears throbbed with my heartbeat.I was afraid I might break my teeth from clenching my jaw so tightly. "I'm going twice" "Two thousand." It was a voice from the rear.Before I could even process the number, I felt a wave of relief.The man in the mask was the same. Two thousand. I almost let out a squeal. My whole body lurched as if someone had suddenly poured freezing water and blazing fire into my veins.The impulse to rush over there and wrap my arms around him made my fingers tingle.I wanted to give this total stranger a hug for sparing me from financial disaster and public shame. I tilted my head as though I had anticipated this moment and pressed my lips into a gradual, smug curl.God forbid I showed anyone how on the verge of panicking I had been. It was a necessary business ethic to remain composed. The auctioneer also appeared startled, but he recovered.Two

He had a sinfully pleasant scent, and I was aware that my intoxication was caused by the smell of his blood.making my mouth water as if I were a vampire with a craving.I tried not to reopen his wound by cleaning it as delicately as possible. In some way, we had succeeded in stopping the hemorrhage.He extended his hand to me, revealing tattoos I had never seen before.I had mostly kept my eyes shut during our sexual encounters, suppressing the feelings he evoked in me. I put my hand in his and took a trembling breath.His hold tightened, and my heart skipped a beat.My arm was shocked by his electrifying touch, which made the hair on my nape stand on end.A scowl line marked the space between his haughtily cut brows as he remained motionless for a moment. "How on earth do you get into problems every time?"His raspy voice made my stomach turn, but it was silky.It reminded me of sex, It caused me to feel nauseous.I was considering having sex with a man who had just saved my life, as if

Rebecca's pov Knowing that there was absolutely no chance that he would arrive in the training room with his injuries, I hurried from my room to the training room the following day. I kept my eyes focused straight ahead because I was afraid that fate may play a trick on me and I might run into him walking out of his room or something. literally. It had been nearly impossible to keep my thoughts off last night during my sleep, if sleep could be described as such. His lips, his hands, his Not at all. I'm not going there. It had pleased me. That was all I was willing to confess. But I was afraid of that. He appeared to be losing sight of the fact that this was all really a deal. He stalked me before rescuing me. I chose to view it as a casual gentleman's approach because I had no idea what to make of it all. I had quickly crammed some food from the breakfast table earlier that morning into a little bag and was on my way to the training room. The previous time I went training, I had

RebeccaI was about to lose it if I made a single mistake with my lips, so I bit the inside of my cheek so hard that I could taste copper. His countenance. His face, my goddess, was worth freezing and preserving for all of my horrible days. He was sitting there transfixed, as if someone had just warned him that his treasured balls might catch fire, for his smirk had gone out faster than a candle in the rain. "You're... expecting a child?" Slowly, as if the words were alien and required interpretation, he inquired. I closed my mouth and breathed in through my nose. The strain of trying not to laugh made my shoulders shake. "Mm-hmm." His eyes grew squinty and evaluating. "Are you getting this?" It was that. For a moment, I lost control and had to cover my head by acting as though I was picking something up off my lap to hide the smile that was pulling at my mouth. I looked up at him once more and added softly, "I thought we were trying our utmost to tell the toughest lies.

RebeccaHe spoke in a low, cautionary tone. His comments made it seem like he was in charge of the air, which made it feel tighter. Before I could say anything, he threw his arm around my waist and made a protective, possessive gesture with his hand on my stomach. I tasted that touch and closed my eyes. I was sure a few hours ago that I would never have to go through that again since I had promised myself I wouldn't. But he touched me twice in a matter of minutes. A sting hit my chest, and my throat hurt. It was too much. Desire, dread, and feeling. How could I even understand it all? I cleared my throat and pushed everything down, concentrating on my task as his perfume flooded my senses and the warmth of his body remained out. The devastating awareness that both men, my history and present, were too near me gripped me. John glanced at Ethan as if he were already dead, and his grasp tightened just a bit around my waist. With a feigned serenity in his voice, he