His Enemy's Bride, His fated Luna

CHAPTER 3

The door slammed behind me as I burst into the corridor.

The corridor was dark with the floor plagued by pebbles.

My bare feet slapped against the cold stone as I ran forward. My lungs screamed and my heart beat quickened.

I expected alarms. Shouts. Footsteps. More guards.

None came.

That was shocking but I was too engrossed in escaping to pay it much thought.

I reached a turn and nearly slipped, catching myself on the wall. My palms scraped against the rough stone but I pushed on. I didn’t even make slowing down an option. I had to get out of here.

At the end of the corridor stood a door.

It was wooden and not well locked.

Hope flared inside me.

I shoved the door open and stumbled through.

Cold air hit my face.

Real air.

I sucked it in greedily as my eyes struggled to adjust. Moonlight spilled over the ground, pale and silver. Trees towered ahead of me, dark and endless, their branches swaying softly like they were alive.

I was in a forest. Probably miles away from Mooncrest but I didn’t care. I got out and that was all that mattered.

I kept running.

My legs screamed as pain crept in but I refused to stop until my eyes caught the silhouette of a person.

The figure was tall. Still.

Waiting.

My blood turned to ice.

I turned in an attempt to run the other way but it was useless.

The figure moved.

One moment he was there. The next, he was on me.

His hand slammed into my shoulder, shoving me hard against a tree. Before I could scream, he caught both my wrists and forced them above my head, pinning them with one strong hand.

His hand tightened around my wrist, pulling me sharply against him.

I struggled instinctively, but his grip only hardened. I stared up at him, panting, furious, heart pounding so loudly it was all I could hear. I was very scared but I refused to give him that satisfaction. I stared directly into his eyes refusing to back down.

“You just don’t learn, do you?” he said, his voice low and almost conversational. “I gave you a comfortable cell, even food. And this…” His hand flexed, squeezing my wrists a little harder, “this is how you repay my hospitality? By trying to run?”

I glared up at him, my lips pressed into a tight line, saying nothing.

“You insulted me,” he continued, stepping closer. “And insults have consequences.”

Before I could react, he clenched his free hand into a fist and punched my shoulder — not hard enough to break anything, but hard enough to make the muscle throb. I gasped at the sudden sting, wincing despite myself.

“That’s for trying to run,” he said darkly. “You need to be punished. Maybe it’ll teach you to think twice next time.”

I opened my mouth trying to find something to say in response but I didn’t get the chance to.

His hand dropped to my ass and slapped it sharply.

The sound cracked through the woods like a whip.

The sting made me gasp but instead of the cry he probably expected, a soft, uncontrollable moan slipped from my lips.

We both froze.

My cheeks flushed red with humiliation. I turned my face away from his gaze but it was too late to pretend it hadn’t happened.

I had moaned.

Because damn him, even though I hated him and wanted nothing more than to get away, the heat I felt from his touch ignited parts of me that I didn’t even know were starving of attention.

His gaze darkened, changing.

I saw the exact moment his control loosened.

Without another word, he grabbed me by my waist and spun me around, pressing me chest-first against the tree. His hands explored my body, rough and demanding, and when he cupped my boobs through the thin fabric of my clothes, I arched my body involuntarily into his touch, another shameful sound slipping from my throat before I could stop it.

I hated him for making me feel this way.

For awakening a need inside me that had been buried for so long under duty and obedience.

His hands squeezed my boobs, fondled and explored them with growing urgency. He pinched my n*****s lightly through the thin cloth, and my knees nearly buckled.

“Ahh… mmm,” I moaned out loud despite myself.

“I should leave you here,” he growled against my ear. “Let you cool off in the dirt like the disobedient little wolf you are.”

“Don’t you dare,” I moaned again unable to believe the words that just came out of my mouth.

His hands slid lower, finding the waistband of my shorts.

Without thinking, I pushed back against him, showcasing my ass. Granting him permission to claim my body. To touch every single part of me. To make me feel what I hadn’t felt in a very long time.

He held my left ass cheek and squeezed it tightly making me shiver from the sensation. He pressed himself against me making me feel the hard, heavy press of him against me.

I gasped, both from fear and desperate anticipation.

No man had ever touched me like this.

I knew I should have fought harder. I should have screamed. I should have stopped him. He was my captor. An enemy of Mooncrest.

But instead, I tilted my hips back, offering myself even more to him.

Begging for it. I waited but it never came. He slowly moved his body away from mine, his control snapping back into place. I groaned in protest but he ignored. He just lifted me off the ground and turned. Heading back to where I just ran away from.