Alle Kapitel von Biker Beta And His DirTy little LUNA : Kapitel 81 – Kapitel 90

Dom.The lab was quiet, except for the sound of a bubbling pot in the corner. Lyra stood there, holding the small vial, looking at me with a look that was way too smart for her own good. She had just told me the side effects. The tea would make a woman feel… well, very distracted by her own desires, and perhaps dangerously so.“That's not so good,” I murmured, more to myself than to Lyra.I stood there like a statue. My mind was racing through what the effect of this tea could possibly result in, thinking through every possible consequence.Diane is one wild girl. On a normal day, she was wild. And now, if I should add something to it—That was not going to be good at all. And I knew it, deep down in my gut.“Is there no way we could avert it?” I asked.Lyra shook her head, looking at me pitifully. “Unless you want to forget about it entirely.”That was not an option. I stood still, having a mental battle of if I should stick with something that would make her suffer or something that

The morning sun hit the floor of my bedroom in sharp, bright lines. I sat at my vanity, already dressed in a sharp blazer, when Freda walked in. She was carrying the silver tray with my morning tea. I watched her in the mirror. She looked like she hadn't slept in a week. Her eyes were red, and her hands were shaking so hard the cup was rattling against the saucer."Good morning, Luna," she whispered. She wouldn't look me in the eye."Freda, are you okay?" I asked, looking at her through the mirror.“Yes, Luna,” she nodded.But the truth was coated in a small voice that sounded like a lie.“Stop," I said, turning around and looking at her now. "What is wrong? You look like you’re carrying the weight of the whole pack on your shoulders. Tell me the truth. What’s the problem?"Freda bit her lip, her eyes filling with tears. "It’s nothing, ma'am. Just... just some stuff."I stood up and walked over to her. I took the tray from her hands and set it on the table. "Freda, I know when you’re

Diane. The elevator ride down to the parking garage felt like an eternity. Every time the metal box jolted, my skin prickled. The heat was no longer a flicker; it was a roaring bonfire. I marched toward the black SUV, my heels sounding like gunshots against the concrete. Dom was already there. He was leaning against the driver’s side door, his arms crossed over his chest. He looked perfectly calm, which only made me angrier. He didn’t say a word. He just opened the back door for me. I climbed in, my body feeling heavy and tight. He closed the door, walked around, and started the engine. The car purred to life, and we pulled out of the garage. "Where are you taking me, Dom?" I snapped. I glared at the back of his head in the rearview mirror. "Where do you usually go after work, Luna?" he asked back. "Are you really taking me home?" I demanded, even though I knew that home was the place anyone should go after such a long day. "Shouldn't I?" "Reverse this car," I ordered.

Diane. Ok… that… that was new. This version of Dom, I had never… ok… not really, but… I'm being naked outside? I had never been naked outside in my life! The thought of it was terrifying and beautiful at the same time. The danger of being seen added a frantic edge to my movements. I fumbled with the buttons of my blazer, dropping it to the seat of the open car, then my blouse, then my skirt. Soon, I was standing there in nothing but the moonlight, vulnerable and shivering with a need I couldn't contain. He didn't wait. He grabbed my hips, his fingers bruising my flesh, and lifted me up. My legs wrapped around his waist, clinging to him like a lifeline, and he slammed me back against the car again, claiming my space. "Mmm... Dom!" I cried out. The sound was lost in the wind, swallowed by the vastness of the woods. He guided his thick, throbbing cock to my entrance—already dripping and desperate for him—and shoved inside with one heavy, brutal stroke that bottomed out against my wo

Diane. The air in the dining room was thick. It felt like a storm was coming. Julian stood there, his face tight with anger. He looked like he wanted to break something. Or break me. I stood my ground, even though my legs felt like they were going to give out. The soreness from the High Grove was a constant reminder of who I had been with just an hour ago. “Don't you dare walk out on me, Diane!” Julian shouted, echoing in my head. “I asked you a question. What did you do to my office?!” What the fuck? What did I just hear? Did he just say— “Your office?” I asked, my voice low but enough to cut through his anger. “Did I just hear you say that is ‘your’ office, Julian?” Julian didn't speak. He just stared at me, his chest heaving. He was boiling with rage. He owned the floor he stood on. “Yes, my office. You sent me out from my office! No consent, nothing. You just ordered the cleaning team to move me? From my space?” At this point, I was so close to bursting into laughter. Bu