Why is he telling me all of this, is he trying to scare me? The envelope falls to the floor and my hand springs open, I just let it go.
In turn Liam steps closer, his head lining up with mine and he captures my gaze. “Do you see now Luna? This is why they tell you to stay off his radar. Once the Prince has you, he will consume every part of you, he will use you and then once he’s done he’ll throw you away. I know you Luna and I know he will obliterate everything you are,” I can see and hear his fear, but is it for me?
“No, I don’t see it and I don’t understand why you would say any of this to me or show me any of it. You’re not a friend, now let me go,” I pull out of his grasp and I run and I don’t stop until I make it back to my room. And I let out a sigh of relief that no one saw me on the way.
Girls who get close to the Prince get destroyed.
Destroyed how? What he throws them away and they become depressed, he fucks with their head, kills them, what?
I’ve been asking myself this for the past week, ever since he took me to the black room with no life to be seen within. I get up from my bed and look at the cereal but I can’t bring myself to eat it. My appetite has been shot for a couple of days now but as I step forward, a pain begins in my stomach. It’s so intense I crumble and fall to the floor, lying in the fetal position and I can’t move.
I have no way of calling anyone and I can’t even make it to the door to call for help, why can’t I have a roommate, the one time I actually need on?.
I cry out as a fresh wave of pain passes through me and I pick up the nearest object to me - my Doc Marten boot - and throw it at the door. If it doesn’t draw anyone’s attention, at least I can say I tried.
I hear my door open and a set of feet running across the floor before Caitlyn’s face swims in front of my eyes.
“Oh god Luna, I’ll get help,” she sounds frantic as she rushes back out but it isn’t long before she’s back with a bunch of nurses and I’m being led to the Harkwright medical center that they have on the property.
I can’t keep my head straight, all I know is that Caitlyn is by my side as the nurses chatter filter in and out.
“Rupture.” “Operation.” “Steven…”
My eyes open to Aeron smirking down at me, I’m so relieved that the pain has gone. No idea what happened there.
“What are you doing back so soon?” I ask softly, my teeth sinking into my bottom lip and I inhale hard as he uses his thumb to free it.
“Oh Little Zero, I never left,” it comes out as a growl before his mouth crashes down on mine and his hands instantly go to my breasts.
My nipples harden at the contact and I arch my back, pushing my chest into him more. I feel him chuckle against me as he brushes my top up and lowers his mouth to my aching nipples, pulling one into his mouth while pinching the other.
I groan loud and deep as my hands run down the planes of his stomach but he grabs my hands and holds both my wrists in one hand.
“No touching, just feeling,” he whispers across my skin as he lowers his head even further, using his free hand to grip the waistband of my jeans and starts pulling them down. His face following the movement as his warm breath fans over my clit through the fabric and then he closes it over me and…
I open my eyes to Caitlyn staring down at me with worry in her eyes and it hurts to move. Although all I can think about is the dream that I just woke from, I can’t believe that happened. I’ve never had a dirty dream in my life, I’m mortified.
“Oh honey, I’m so glad you’re okay. You scared the life out of me,” she strokes my hair off my face and I wince as I try to move.
“Honey, you had an operation, you need to stay still,” her words aren’t making any sense, why would I have had an operation?
“The Doctor can explain it better than I can, I’m going to head to your room and grab you a few things, I’ll be back soon okay?”
I nod my head, brain utterly fried by the confusion I’m feeling. I still don’t understand what happened.
“By the way, the doctor is gorgeous,” she whispers against my ear before leaving the room, and I lie here staring at the ceiling until the d
oor opens once more.
“Luna, what are you doing here?” His voice isn’t registering at first, but then Cole’s face comes into focus and I can’t believe what I’m seeing.
“I’m a Harkwright girl,” is my stupid ass reply and a look of grief seems to pass over him before he’s perching on the side of my bed and taking my hand in his.
“If I’d known this was the college you were speaking of, I never would have left that night,” he mutters as he squeezes his eyes shut before opening them and returns his fierce gaze to me.
“What would you have done?” I ask, suddenly feeling nervous and I’m not sure why.
“This,” is all he says before his face comes closer, his eyes searching mine for something and then his mouth is on mine and his tongue is brushing against the seam of my lips.