A Hotter Revenge For The Luna.

Chapter 3

Raina's POV

Breeze lifts my long ginger hair away from my face, revealing the warm crimson blooming across my face as my pulse spikes hard.

I expected resistance. I cook so many lies enough to convince him to let me stay. But it's too easy. He's too compassionate. That's not who they told me Vance was. So what is he up to? I don't care as long as I act fast and get him faster. They say as people age, they get softer, and this might just be the same with Vance.

Cheeks flush hot and the corner of my mouth arcs higher than it normally would. It is wicked, nervous, and delighted at the same f****g time.

"You— do you really mean that?" my voice stutters out.

"It's not a long-term thing. Just stay till I figure out a place for you," he says, watching me with a flat unreadable calm. "Why were you out alone in the cold?"

My heart catches so hard, it hurts.

He lets the silence sit for a beat, eyes never leaving mine.

"Tell me what happened last night."

I drag in a shaky breath. I expected his questions, and I have made provisions for it. I only need to act. Fast.

A single tear slips free. "I— I can't."

He stands up suddenly, the coffee mug tips back. Next, one arm is across my waist, the other cradles the back of my head. "Hey, Raina! Stop— just don't cry."

"My uncle hurts me when he drinks."

"Listen to me. You are under my roof now. That means you are safe," he says, calm and certain. "Look at me for a second." He speaks when my eyes are low.

I tilt my eyes just enough to meet his gaze. His eyes are calm, warm, and certain, and when he says a thing, I don't dare doubt it.

"You are safe." He pats my back. "You are safe, kid." His voice is low and certain, and he has me completely in his grasp.

My cheek is resting on his bare chest where the buttons don't cover, and I feel his heartbeat hard against his chest.

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Ryker's POV

Laura's hallway smells like musk mixed with vanilla and something else—something unfamiliar, maybe bergamot citrus. It's a heavy male, unfamiliar scent. I do not judge yet, because flying between continents sometimes messes with my sinuses. My senses are all over the place, and cedar is not something Laura is familiar with.

There was a safety audit and a major compliance issue was discovered in my unit, reason why I'm back earlier than Laura expects. I didn't text her. I want to see those flushed cheeks visibly when I walk into her with these roses. She loves surprises and she deserves everything good and more.

I grabbed an earlier flight home, got her favourite take-out and the red roses she likes.

I'm standing with my travel trunk in one hand, roses in another, and I get out when the elevator chimes at apartment 110. Laura's apartment.

I hold my own copy of her apartment door key right next to the golden doorbell that's carved like her favourite bunny. But I don't use any of them when I notice that the door is half-open. Just slightly, and can be mistaken for a closed door—like it isn't jammed with enough force.

Then I hear something—an unmistakable clap of skin on skin. It is fast, wet, like it's mixed with sweat coming from somewhere inside.

Then Laura's voice: "Yes— deeper— f**k— just like that."

I do not believe my ears. Laura and I are getting married in the next two months, and Laura is built from the kind of loyalty that doesn't shake easily. Not even because of a three-day trip. She probably misses me. She might just be pleasing herself, using her own hands or the toys. She has one— or two…

I walk slow. My boots don't make a sound. And I don't call her name either or else it's not a surprise. I hear her voice in the bedroom and I'm climbing the stairs.

An unfamiliar male voice growls when I'm just few feet away from her bedroom. "Work me— harder— f**k you, dirty b***h."

His voice slams into me like thunder. It's Matteo. My best friend. They've been at each other's throats more times than they've talked. My best friend and my girl hated each other. Hated.

It better be an imagination. He's piping another girl in Laura's bedroom maybe. It's better that way. Laura is not home, and Laura is not the girl he's ploughing into that way.

I walk faster.

The bedroom door is shut. I kick it. It fires back and smashes the wall.

My chest seizes.

Laura's on all fours. Matteo is behind her. Laura's facing the wall, ass high, Matteo's hands clamped on her hips. Laura's back arches so impossibly I wonder why it doesn't break while Matteo's smashing her so hard her *as is bouncing uncontrollably.

I stand at the doorway and I'm too speechless to talk, cry or yell. The sight breaks me so much and yet I can't walk away.

"Make it bounce harder, dirty b****," he growls again in her ear, spanking her *as and thrusting harder.

She whines and obeys, bouncing so hard on his d**k I swear she's enjoying every bit of it. T*ts swaying heavy with every thrust.

He pulls back and presses every inch inside again.

A broken scream tears out of her as she locks around him again.

"Ah— ah— f**k— right there." She's gasping, voice strangled.

"I'm coming— I'm coming— f**k!" He throws his head back, visibly shaking as his hot sperm spills free from him.

He falls to the bed fiercely. He's on his back, head turned towards the door, panting like he just got chased by an animal.

That's when he sees me standing at the doorway.

Laura is smiling as she slams on Matteo's chest, eyes shut.

"Ryker?" His eyes are huge, like he just saw a ghost.

I do not say a word yet.

Laura's gaze snaps forward immediately, her face goes slack.

She snatches the sheets to cover herself and scrambles off him immediately.

"Ryker?"

I turn quickly and head downstairs. I don't need to hear anything else. I just watched my fiancée get f****d by my best friend. That's enough. I don't care what the reason is. I don't know if there's a reason. But it's over between us.

"Wait— it's not— it's not what you think!" She's crying and running after me, barefoot. I do not hear Matteo's voice after.

I spun around one more time. She's running after me, sheets wrapped around her. Disgusting. She looks like a sl*t now. I do not look at her again. I can't stand the sight anymore.

"Wait— no—." It comes out shaky. "Please say something."

I reach the front door and pull it open. She catches up with me and grabs me back.

"I love you, Ryker. Please don't go." She's sobbing, grabbing my arm. She has a teeth mark on her neck. Matteo's. Why should I ever forgive her?

I pull her hand away and walk out.

She tries to follow but I block immediately, lock the door with my spare key, and walk away.

Her sobs become muffled as the door shuts between us.

Till I left, I didn't see Matteo. He couldn't show his face. He's still hiding in her room. They'd probably get another round after now, just to console themselves. They look good together though.

Matteo's a liar and a betrayal, and so is Laura. What a perfect match.

I hit the elevator in the hallway, press the button for the garage. The elevator dings and descends the last floor.

I step out and walk straight to my car and ride straight to Dad's, devastated.