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Luna
Two years later
Thehouseisdarkand stagnant—as it always is at this time of night. Fin is behind me. I’m a little shocked he’s not taking the lead like he has been since our son has been born. The same middle step creaks as we go up the staircase. There is a new nightlight in the hall. When we enter the bedroom, I flick on the lights. My therapist, Greg, practically jumps into a sitting position. His hands fumble with his nightstand, hitting his lamp on before he’s able to put his glasses on his face.
“Luna, what the hell!”
Fin freezes. His gun is now at Greg’s head. “Who the fuck is this, Luna?”
“Fin, this is my therapist, Greg.”
“You must be Fin.” Greg holds out his hand to my husband.
“Move the gun off his head.” I move one of the accent chairs from the corner to the middle of the room and take a seat.
“How is married life?” Greg asks.
Fin is still holding his gun in his kill position, but he’s taken a few steps away.
“I want to talk about Fin being overbearing.”
“I’m not overbearing,” my husband argues, his gun now pointed toward the floor.
“We went hunting together. I had the target, a deer, in my sights. But Fin took the shot.”
“I had a better view than you did.”
“He never used to be like this. Then we had a baby.”
“Congratulation,” Greg inserts, trying to hide his smirk. Obviously, I’m entertaining to him. Maybe that’s why I keep him alive. My lips purse from side to side.
“Last time we went on a kil— hunt, we banged like rabbits after. This time, we went home, checked on our son, and brushed our teeth,” I continue on.
“I get agitated when we’re both out on the same mission. What if something happens to the both of us? Then what will happen to baby Nicoli? Why haven’t you ever said anything before?”
I look from Fin to Greg, who motions with his hand for me to speak. “I have a hard time saying what’s bothering me to you sometimes. I know how society views women, and I’m always scared you will one day think that too. I get insecure in our relationship, because I love you so much. And I love who I am. I don’t want to lose either of those.”
“Babe,” Fin starts but corrects the nickname, “Luna, I love everything about you. I never want to change you. When I think of something happening to you or Nicoli, my head gets crazy. You just have to tell me. I don’t even realize I’m doing it.” He places his gun back in his holster and walks toward me.
I stand, my legs having a slight tremble. “I’m sorry I didn’t say anything before and let this bubble up.”
His fingers thread through my hair from the top to the tips before he pushes it behind my shoulders. He kisses me in a way he hasn’t before. It’s rough, demanding, but somehow soft. It’s addicting.
“I’m going back to bed now that we’re done. Please don’t have sex in my room.” Greg’s voice is distant as Fin moves us out of his room. My hand fumbles blindly, trying to turn the light off for our therapist.
“You want to fuck in random places? Or just when we kill?” His question sends a shiver racing down my body.
“I’m wearing crotchless panties,” I whisper sweetly into his ear. He shoves me against the railing on the second floor. I could easily be tossed over. The wood could break from our weight. The fear combined with the way he kisses down my neck is thrilling.
I can feel my wetness pooling between my legs. My tight black sweatpants are gone from my skin before I can turn around. Fin cuts the fabric, allowing a breeze to pebble my flesh, while the rest of my skin dews.
His finger circles my clit while his other hand squeezes my ass hard. I whimper, my body naturally trying to adjust itself. His hand wraps around my hair and tugs. “Next time you let things stew without talking to me, I will punish you.” The vibration of his voice touches my earlobe. “I’m going to torture you by playing with you for hours, bringing you to the brink of orgasm only to take it away. Nod if you understand.”
When I don’t nod fast enough, he pulls my hair, and I nod again. “Good girl.”
He grips my black shirt and rips the top open. His fingers pull at my pebbled nipple and he rolls it around. Then he’s slamming into me, and when I moan out, he demands, “You don’t get to make a sound.”
He fucks me hard and fast. My mouth stays open as I try to keep silent. The combination of his fingers on my breasts, his lips on my neck, and his cock fucking me like an Olympic athlete is overwhelming.
