The House of Angels

Entanglements

TRIGGER WARNING: This chapter contains scenes or themes that may be upsetting to the readers.

Helena couldn't sleep that night. She'd tried everything but to no avail, she kept tossing and turning helplessly between the sheets.

Not long after, in the silence of that summer night, she heard suspect movements in the middle of the hallway and, since it was very late in the night, she got up to check.

She opened carefully the door ajar and that's when she saw them: Moon and Daniel creeping down the hallway together, something she couldn't really identify because of the darkness in his hands.

That girl was really stupid. She'd tried to warn her about that jerk but she wouldn't listen.

She waited patiently until they turned the corner and went out of her room to find out where they were headed, but didn't succeed since there was no sight of them in the hallway once she turned the corner as well. She looked around, a little confused. She was sure they'd gone that way, so where had they disappeared?

She turned to go back in her room when she saw him. Lucas was standing in front of her, his piercing eyes focused on her face, his body relaxed. She gulped when he took a few steps forward, stopping right in front her, his bodies almost touching.

"You'll get yourself in troubles, you know. Wandering like this in the hallways in the middle of the night, wearing a thin nightie..." his voice was low and husky, as his eyes traveled down the lenght of her body, lingering on the curve of her small but perky breasts. He licked his lips, thinking about how her hard n*****s felt against his tongue the last time they had s*x. It was a week ago. Then, after the night he'd acted like a d**k humiliating her in front of Charlie and Moon, she'd been out of radar and he was almost going crazy.

His face leaned forward a little, so now she could feel his breath on her lips, and her heart started hammering in her chest.

She was sick and tired to be so weak. She knew she needed to keep her distance from him but everytime that boy came near her she wasn't able to think properly anymore.

"What do you want?" She spat.

"Stop meddling in his business. He's been patient so far but don't make the mistake to underestimate him." He said, raising his hand to brush his fingers against one of her shoulders. She shivered but took a step back.

"What is he planning to do, Luc? He will ruin her. Why don't you do anything about it?"

"He's not the guy you think he is. Stop pissing him off." He whispered, before pushing her gently against the wall. His hands went on her hips, stroking sensually, his lips inches from hers, his breathing rugged.

"He should sto-" she was interrupted by his lips capturing and greedily devouring hers, as he pulled her closer, to let her feel how aroused he was...

That was it. Helena couldn't resist anymore.

So she followed his lead, wrapping her arms against his neck, her core already soaked and clenched as his hard lenght rubbed against it.

"Focus on me, Hel." He purred, taking her in his arms before going inside his bedroom where he laid her on the bed without wasting any time.

He took a moment to look at her and enjoy her alluring body spreawled on his bed, before locking the door and heading toward the dresser, then he opened the top drawer to pull out a silk scarf.

"You've been avoiding me, kitten. Do you have any idea how hard it was to be forced to look at you all day and not being able to touch you?" He purred sensually on her ear as she laid there, eager for him. His lips ran along her neck as his hands grabbed her wrists to pull her arms above her head. Then, he slowly and gently wrapped the silk around her wrists and tied her firmly to the headboard of the bed.

"I wasn't avoiding you." She breathed out as her nightie was pulled up and his lips closed around her tight n****e. His hands squezzed her tighs, spreading them to settle in between.

"Don't lie to me, Hel. You've been driving me crazy with your acting... Sister Mary's good girl, the perfect, innocent Helena, the same girl who takes my c**k every night..." he whispered hotly against her stomach, as his lips got lower and lower while he was talking.

"Stop talking, please just make me yours, Luc!" She moaned in extasy when his fingers stroked the wet seam of her core.

"You're always mine, even when I'm not inside you!" He snapped, leaning back on his knees, to pull out his thick, hard lenght, and gave himself a few strokes while the fingers of his other hand stroked her wetness.

"Yes, Luc... I'm yours..." she panted, as he filled her slowly, teasingly.

"And don't forget it..." he hissed, as he started pounding inside her desperately and messily, fighting the urge to come right then, at the mere contact with her sweet p***y.

"Then stop hurting me..." she breathed out, a few tears escaped from her eyes.

"I'm sorry if I've been a jerk... babe..." he panted, his thrusts slowed as he noticed her tears and his chest clenched. "Hey, look at me, kitten..." he whispered, his hands going to untie the scarf around her wrists, his bodies still joined.

She hesitantly looked at him, and saw pain in his eyes. He was being totally honest and she wanted to listen, to find out what was going through his mind.

"I'm an i***t, Hel. You know that. But I care about you. I can't imagine my life without you, Hel." His knuckles stroked tenderly her cheek, his hips thrusting slowly.

And, at his words, she came, clenching so tightly around him that he had to pull out and spill his semen on her stomach, grunting and shaking hard above her.

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Daniel's thumb brushed Moon's lower lip, his eyes intently following the movement.

Moon couldn't do anything but stare at his mesmerizing eyes, her lips parted, her toes curled. Before she could stop herself, she kissed his thumb and he gulped, his chest risinf and falling quickly.

"Moon..." he chanted her name in adoration, with hooded, lustful eyes, sighing helplessly because of that temptation.

She loved the effect she had on him. That power got in her head. She wanted to drive him crazy, to make him want her.

When Clay made her have s*x with him, he spent all the time praising her, telling her how good and eager to please she was, how grateful he was that he got to have all that for himself.

It was then that she realized the power she had on men. She started using her good looks to gain whatever she wanted. And now she wanted Daniel and his reaction made her only bolder. She was well aware that all Daniel felt for her was lust and he was a player but she was too damaged anyway to even think about a stable relationship. Maybe she just needed, for once, to chose whether or not to have s*x, but, above all, with whom.

So her tongue darted out to lap slowly and sensually at his thumb and she grinned when he hissed a breath through his clenched teeth.

He stiffened but didn't withdraw his finger, on the contrary, it gently matched her strokes.

"I'll go crazy... fuck..." he breathed out as she wrapped her lips around his finger, sucking it softly.

He'd been trying so hard to resist- no, in all honesty that wasn't true at all. He should had known it was going to end like this when he asked her to accompany him. As always, he could only blame himself, for he knew very well how sensual and eager drunken Moon could be.

Now, with his thumb inside her warm, wet mouth, all he could think about was slamming inside her and f**k her with no mercy.

With a sudden move he had her pinned against the blanketed floor, his body hovering above her.

They were both panting as they looked at each other, the s****l tension so tick it felt suffocating.

"You're too much for me." He said with a frown, as his eyes searched her flushed face. "You're too much for everyone here. Don't ever forget..." he breathed out, his forehead leaned on hers as his eyes closed.

"Just let me feel you..." she sighed and wriggled a little under him, feeling his erection pressing against her wet core. It was so good she was about to come and he hadn't even touched her yet.

He groaned and his hips pushed forward, against her. He knew he had to stop, it was the right thing to do, it was what Josh had expressly asked him to do, but she was making it so hard... in all senses.

"We can't..." he said with a shaking, hesitant voice.

"Says who?" She rubbed against him, with the glint of a challenge in her eyes. Why was he holding back? It was what both of then wanted, wasn't it?

"You're being a brat right now, you know that?" He asked in a dangerously low tone, his voice deep and husky, his self comtrol hanging by a thin thread.

"What are you gonna do about that?" She asked, purring, and then licked his jaw seductively.

She knew she was going to regret it the day after but she couldn't help herself.

He shivered above her as his hands went to her breasts, gently kneading them.

He couldn't take it anymore, he was so hard it was painful and she was so beautiful and alluring.

His lips landed on hers, softly at first. He nuzzled, licked, nibbled, and she was a hot mess under him, whriting and gasping everytime he thrusted against her. He was mesmerized and his body seemed to have its own mind as his hands slipped underneath the camisole, running up her waist to reach her soft breasts and hard n*****s.

"Mh, what do we have here?" He whispered against her lips, as he took her n*****s between his fingers and pinched teasingly.

"Mmh Daniel... please!" She pleaded, her hands slipping under the waistband of his shorts, to find his erection swelling under her fingers.

He let out a shaky groan and his hips thrusted against her hand in a desperate attempt to find some relief.

He kissed her hard as his hands went down to stroke her hips, her hand squeezing his erection.

Then, despite the countless efforts he made to snap back to reality, he couldn't think properly anymore, and leaned backward a little to slip his fingers inside her panties, only to find her wet and ready for him.

"Fuck... you're soaking, babe..." he groaned, dropping his head on her shoulder as his trembling fingers stroked the seam of her wet, warm core. "How am I supposed to hold back when you're like this?" He asked with a choked voice, sighing in s****l frustration.

"Then don't- don't hold back... make me yours, Daniel..." she whined as his middle finger slipped inside her soaked p***y easily.

"Ahhh, Moon, please stop me... don't make me do this!" He pleaded, slipping another finger inside her, pumping in and out as his thumb stroked her swollen c**t. He felt sparks jolting through the whole lenght of his body at the thought of his hard c**k slipping inside that warm, welcoming paradise. With his free hand he pulled up the camisole, finally exposing her perky breasts to him.

"You are so beautiful... what are you doing to me?" He said before taking a hard n****e between his lips, savoring every gasp, every moan, every thrust of her hips. He was getting off on her excitement... his erection twitched everytime she clenched around his fingers. He wanted to be able to remember every single detail, for he was sure that, when all would be said and done, one of them -if not both- would surely regret what was happening. He tried not to think about it, he just wanted to make her feel good, to mean something to her. But he knew, deep inside, that they couldn't keep doing that, they would end up hurting each other and he didn't want that.

Moon was lost in a bliss of pure extasy, his fingers working magic inside of her, his lips sucking greedily her n*****s, his stormy eyes full of longing and lust.

She'd never experienced pleasure while having s*x before. Well, Clay had been the only one and she'd never felt anything but pain when he was drunk or on drugs and thrusted so hard into her that she'd have troubles walking for several days after. But this, Daniel touching her for her pleasure and not only his, his gentle, sensual strokes and the chemistry they shared.

Before she knew it, she was coming, moaning helplessly as her core clenched hard around his expert fingers. He didn't stop until she was melted on the blanket, panting, sweating, shaking.

"Good girl..." he sighed, closing his eyes.

He gave her another soft peck on the lips, then rolled off of her, panting slightly.

She was still in a daze when she turned to look at him. He was staring at her with longing, hooded eyes, a lazy smile plastered on his face.

She reached out to touch his erection, still standing proudly in all his glory, but he stopped her, gripping her wrist.

"You don't have to do that."

"I want to..." she whispered, planting a kiss on his neck, while leaning forward, to grip his hard, pulsating erection and stroke it.

"It's hard enough as it is, Moon... don't push your luck." He breathed out as her thumb teased the tip of his c**k.

"Stop, Moon. I'm serious." He whispered, stopping her once again.

"But you didn't-"

"I know. Let's say that will be my punishment for breaking the rules." He gave her a soft smile and pulled her on his chest, to hold her in his arms.

"What rules?" She asked, a little confused, a little disappointed.

"Oh, don't be sorry for me, little brat. I'll be having so much fun later, getting off thinking about you and your pretty p***y, you will probably be able to hear me from your room."