Chapter 7
Luna’s POV
I walked into the dining room still feeling the aftereffects of everything that happened in the panic room.
My p***y was tender and swollen, every step making me aware of how thoroughly Ronan had f****d me earlier.
I could still feel faint traces of his c*m inside me even after cleaning up.
I picked up a stack of plates and started setting the table, trying to focus so my mom wouldn’t suspect anything when she got home.
Ronan came in a moment later carrying the glasses.
He looked completely composed in his dark shirt, like he hadn’t spent the afternoon stretching me open and making me scream his name.
It pissed me off and turned me on at the same time.
“Stop looking so f*****g smug,” I said under my breath as I placed the plates down.
“My thighs are sti
