The Betrayed Luna Strikes Back

Chapter 13: The Man Behind The Mask.

Kira’s POV

“Who the f**k are you?” My voice was sharp, and I pressed the knife closer to his neck. He’d be a fool to think I couldn’t kill him just because we’d just shared an incredible f**k that I wouldn’t mind repeating.

Damn it! This man is so good that even when I try to focus, his presence alone distracts me. Was he sent to kill me? Too bad for him; that’s not going to happen.

I leaned in closer, my breath hot against his face. “Who the f**k sent you?” I demanded through gritted teeth.

I watched his Adam’s apple bob as he swallowed hard, feeling his c**k grow even larger and harder inside me despite my knife at his throat made my eyes widened.

“In the name of f***k!” I groaned, feeling myself stretch to accommodate him. Goddess, I was getting distracted again.

His eyes, dark and unreadable behind the mask, stared up at me. He seemed to savor my struggle, his lips curving into a smug smile.

“Does it matter who sent me?” he rasped, his voice husky with lust. “You seemed to enjoy yourself cuming around my cock.”

“You don’t get to talk,” I snapped, pressing the blade harder until a thin line of red appeared on his neck. “Tell me who sent you, or I swear…” I paused as his d**k twitched in me.

I swear, I do not want to kill this god like-man in front of me. It wouldn’t be so bad having someone like him warm my bed every evening after a stressful day. He has the energy, the fire, the raw passion to drive me crazy in bed. The last person who had f****d me this good was Nicholas. That bastard was too good in bed.

“If you don’t start spilling out your identity, I swear, your d**k will go down for it,” I hissed, trying to remain focused.

I couldn’t see his face because of the mask, but I could see the smirk tugging at his lips. Damn! It would be a great loss to kill this one. Slowly, I began to pull away, the knife still pressed to his neck, drawing a thin line of blood.

His hands shot up to both sides of his head, clearly not wanting me to pull out.

“Who are you?” I demanded again, watching him as he removed the mask.

“The f.u.c.k!” I gasped, lazily sitting back down on his c**k.

“Hello, Kira,” he groaned.

Ashton, the bastard’s first son!

“What the f**k are you doing here?” I snarled through gritted teeth. How did I not recognize him?

“It’s my room,” he whispered before flipping us over so suddenly that I let go of the knife, and it clattered to the floor.

“I don’t think we finished what we started,” he gritted out, his eyes dark with lust. “And I can’t hold on much longer without exploding.” He began to move inside me again, his thrusts harder and faster, hitting my g-spot relentlessly. This bastard didn’t know when to stop, and I didn’t want him to!

“Who would have thought you were this good?” he panted between thrusts. My weak hands tried to punch his chest, but the pleasure was too overwhelming for any real force.

“B.a.s.t.a.r.d, get.the.f.u.c.k.off.me!” I spat, gritting my teeth as my walls clenched around his d**k.

My eyes rolled back as his hot, wet mouth closed around one of my n*****s, sending waves of pleasure through my body. My resolve to push him away melted with every flick of his tongue, every thrust of his hips.

“f***k, Kira, you drive me insane,” he groaned against my skin.

My hands found their way to his back, nails digging in as he pounded into me. The sensation of his c**k stretching me, filling me completely, was too much to resist. I didn’t want him to stop. Not now, not ever.

“Damn you, Ashton,” I moaned, feeling the pressure building inside me, the inevitable climax approaching.

“Say my name again,” he demanded, his voice rough and commanding.

“Keep dreaming,” I gasped, the pleasure intensifying. “you don't get to boss me on bed… f**k you!”

He responded with a guttural growl, his movements becoming more frantic, more desperate. His hands gripped my hips, holding me in place as he drove deeper, harder.

“f**k, Kira,” he groaned, his mouth moving to my other n****e, sucking and biting harshly.

I was losing control, my body trembling, my breath coming in short, ragged gasps. The pleasure was overwhelming, consuming every part of me.

“Don’t stop,” I moaned, my voice barely a whisper.

“Never,” he promised, his lips trailing up to capture mine in a fierce, possessive kiss.

“Uhmmm, fuck.” I didn’t want to show any sign of vulnerability in front of Aston; he could use it against me. He was an enemy, after all. Wrapping my legs around his waist, I forcefully threw him to the other side of the bed, positioning myself on top once more.

This was my chance to get off him and leave, to walk away without letting myself be swayed by him or anything that could bring me down. But how could I? How could I leave something this good?

Pushing the thought from my mind, I increased my movement, riding him aggressively, without regret. He grabbed my head and brought our lips together in a fierce kiss. Our tongues fought for dominance, and I refused to let him win. I am the boss here, but deep down, I suspected he allowed me to win.

He thrust upward, meeting my movements halfway, causing me to tremble as I was on the edge of release. He tried to push me down onto the bed, but I resisted. I wouldn’t let him ride me. We struggled, him on top one moment, me on top the next, until we both landed on the ground with a thud.

My back hit the floor hard, and with his forceful thrust, we both climaxed simultaneously.

“f*****g pull out!” I yelled, but he smirked, sweat glistening on his face.

“Now that you know who I am, you want me to pull out? You don’t want me producing the next heir to the empire,” he taunted.

I pushed him off me, getting to my feet, my sore core screaming from the insanity.

“To hell with you, bastard,” I cursed, walking to the other side of the bed to pick up the towel I had dropped earlier.

How had I not realized it was Ahston, the only one in this house I still couldn’t read? He didn’t seem driven by greed, but he also didn’t seem to approve of what I was doing. He may have taken off that mask, but deep down, I knew he hadn’t removed the real one. There was more to him than met the eye.

“I don’t want to see your face anywhere around me again,” I spat, wrapping myself in the towel. He stood there, completely naked, and I struggled not to gulp, bite my lips, or show any sign that I craved his hardened c**k one more time.

My eyes drifted down to his d**k, and I wished I could put it in my mouth and give him one hell of a blowjob.

“Technically, you were the one who came into my room, had a bath in my bathroom, wrapped yourself in my towel, and fell for my d**k,” he said.

His words rang in my ears, and I realized I had been staring at his hardening d**k for the longest time.

I huffed and walked toward the door, only to hear him say, “Don’t worry, your secret is safe with me.”

“I don’t expect you to shamelessly go around telling the world that you slept with your stepmother,” I turned around with a smirk, seeing his lips set in a straight line and his eyes shooting daggers at me.