Lunar Crest University (Forbidden Fruit)

Chapter Twenty-Two

FINLEY

MONDAY, OCTOBER 23RD, 2023

O kay, maybe I had too much wine.

But in the moment, when I could hardly stand to watch Genevieve laugh and talk to Luca as she batted her thick lashes in his direction, three glasses of wine didn’t feel like enough . Thinking back on the way I’d left the restaurant, emotional and angry and turned on, I couldn’t help but feel embarrassed now. It wasn’t the smartest decision to go fleeting off into the night in search of the hotel, considering my track record with alleyways, but I made it back, nonetheless.

A glass of water and two ibuprofen later, I lay sprawled out on the silk sheets of my hotel bed in a black nightie, the buzz from my wine fading faster than I like. The dull ache behind my tired eyes sets in despite the medicine I took.

My phone buzzes with a message, and I groan as I lift my head to glance at the screen.

Levi

I’ve decided to go to my dad’s for the summer

Me

I’m proud of you. I think it’s the right thing. Need a wedding date?

Levi

Would you really wanna be?

My fingers freeze mid-air to text him back when loud knocking resonates from the door. Another groan escapes me as I roll from the bed, my feet planting on the cold floor before I pad over toward the door to peek through the peephole. My heart practically seizes in my chest as I see Luca on the other side, his hand propped up on the doorframe, his nostrils flaring as his jaw flexes with an angry clench of his teeth. He looks pissed.

If I wasn’t sobered up before, I definitely am now.

I’m mad at him.

With a quiet, steadying inhale, I open the door. His dark eyes peer down at me now that we’re face to face, and I swear, they look even darker when he’s mad. He straightens his stance, pulling his hands from the doorframe and towering over me like a predator with its prey. I have to tilt my chin up just to hold his intimidating gaze.

“What?” I ask, but my voice is softer than I had hoped it would be.

He pushes forward, walking me backward until he’s inside my hotel room and flinging the door shut behind him without a second glance. His eyebrows furrow as he flexes his fingers, sucking in a deep breath as he whisks his glasses from his nose.

“I looked for you.” His voice is taut. “You can’t just run off like that. Not by yourself. Not in another country. Mierda . What if something had happened to you?”

I was fully prepared to keep being a brat, but here I am, faltering at his words. My fingers pick at the hem of my nightie as I gnaw at the inside of my lip. His eyes follow the movement, and I see his throat bob as he swallows thickly.

“But I’m here,” I rasp. “I’m okay.”

“That’s not the fucking point, Finley.”

I nod feebly. “I know. I’m sorry.”

“I looked for you,” he repeats.

He runs his fingers through his messy hair, flinging his glasses onto my bed as he starts to pace back and forth. His distress only makes me feel worse. Dropping my head, I peer down at my red-painted toes as I put my hands behind my back.

“I’m sorry,” I whisper. “I shouldn’t have run off like that. I just…”

“You must know that I find her so fucking annoying, right?” he interrupts, halting as he cocks his head weakly at me. “I could see how uncomfortable you were, but please trust me when I say that I was too.”

I peek up at him, and a turmoil I’ve never seen before rests on his features. He doesn't even look mad anymore. He looks anxious. The crease between his brows is the deepest it has ever been, and his shoulders rise and fall with each shaky breath he takes.

“I’m so?—”

“If I could get away with it, I would tell her to fuck off.” He steps closer to me, his hands on his hips. “But I have to be careful. We have to be careful.”

I look around the room as I raise my brows suggestively. “This isn’t very careful.”

He pauses. “No, it isn’t.”

Shifting on my feet, I rub my arm gently. The thin strap of my nightie falls down my shoulder, and as I lift my hand to fix it, I catch the way his eyes follow that movement. My fingers hold the strap meekly, but I don’t pull it back up. I’m frozen under his stare. His gaze trails down my body, taking me in as if it’s the first time he has really looked at me since he walked in here. It feels like minutes have gone by before he finally meets my stare.

I can hear my heartbeat thudding in my ears as I blink languidly up at him, and before I can attempt to speak, he’s taking two long, frustrated strides toward me. His large hands encase my shoulders as he shoves me firmly back toward the bed, a slight whimper escaping my mouth that’s immediately muffled by his lips crashing against mine. My body melts under his touch, and my hands rest feebly on his chest as his trail up my neck until they’re grasping both sides of my face. The backs of my knees hit the bed, and I can feel the warmth of his abdomen as it presses into me. I fall onto the mattress as he breaks our fervent kiss.

“What’s the safe word?” he asks, towering over me.

“Maroon.”

“I need you to remember that.”

He tugs his sweater from his body, and my mouth dries. His bronze skin glows in the dim light of the room, and the ripples of his stomach flex as he leans over me. There’s a pink scar where his gash has healed along his abdomen, taking me back to the night we first met. His happy trail makes me bite down on my lip as I observe him, and I’ve never wanted to see what it leads to more than I do in this moment.

“Why—”

He grasps underneath my thighs and flips me completely over before I can finish my question, and I squeal from the movement. My dark hair sprawls down my shoulders as I peek back at him, my chest heaving. My panties cling to my skin from how wet I’ve become, and as I instinctively press my thighs together, he yanks me toward him, positioning himself between them and massaging my ass as he lowers his face next to mine.

“You were a brat tonight,” he tells me, brushing my hair from my face as he caresses my cheekbone. “ Sí ?”

“Yes,” I pant.

I feel him push my nightie up, and my cheeks redden as the cool air hits my damp panties. His dark eyes glance down at my exposed ass before he drags them up my body. I shiver under his stare, squirming slightly as I clench around nothing.

“And how should I punish you for that?” he asks.

My lips part as I peer back at him, my eyes flicking down to his hand slowly rubbing my ass before peeking back up at him tentatively. Fuck .

“By spanking me,” I say softly, my voice shaking. “Sir.”

He leans down, peppering kisses on my back. “Good girl.”

And then, his hand comes down on my ass cheek with a loud crack . A moan bursts from my lips as I wriggle underneath him, my face burying in the silk sheets as his lips travel down my spine. My teeth dig into my bottom lip as he kisses the stinging skin, murmuring faint praises before his hand comes down again. Smack.

“ Luca ,” I whine.

Smack .

My back arches as I moan, gripping the sheets as he plants another kiss on my ass. My body tenses as I wait for another spank, but instead, I feel his teeth as they sink into my skin. The back and forth between sweet and rough has me a writhing mess underneath him. I never knew I liked stuff like this before, never thought about it—but with the way he groans from my noises, nipping and kissing at my skin after each smack, I need it.

“Quiet little Finley likes to be spanked,” Luca says, his lips trailing over the stretch marks on my hips before he spanks me once more. “Likes to be bitten . Who would have thought, hmm?”

“ More , Luca.” An impatient growl rumbles through me. “ Touch me.”

His fingers slide underneath the fabric of my panties, and for a moment, I hold my breath thinking he’s going to finally rub my throbbing clit—but he yanks suddenly, tearing my panties completely off my body in one, swift movement. I gasp as I glare over my shoulder at him, fire lighting in my belly to see the grin dancing along his lips.

“Those were my favorite ,” I hiss. “You?—”

Another smack.

I moan again, but it gets caught in my throat as he wraps the ripped panties around my neck. He tugs gently, applying just enough pressure to turn me on tenfold, before sinking his teeth into my shoulder.

“I’ll buy you another pair,” he promises. “I’ll buy you anything you want, Princesa .”

My body buzzes with electricity, and pressure builds in my core from all the different emotions he’s making me feel. The slick on my thighs is almost humiliating. I don’t think I’ve ever been this wet in my entire life. My nipples are so hard, the fabric of my nightie is overstimulating as it rubs against them.

Just when I prepare for another slap against my ass, his fingers find my clit, and I jolt from the pressure of his thumb as he rubs firm circles. My back arches, pressing into his touch, and a strangled cry tumbles from my lips as he pushes a finger inside me. He pumps it in and out, slowly at first, and my pussy contracts around him before he adds another finger.

I’m pitifully close to coming as he curls his fingers upward, hitting my most sensitive spot, and just as the stars speckle my vision, his fingers are gone, and I’m empty. Tears prick my eyes as my orgasm fades.

“No, please, ” I beg. “Don’t stop.”

The panties tug tighter around my throat, and I whimper. His lips press against the side of my neck, littering tiny kisses up toward my ear before he takes my earlobe between his teeth.

“Not yet, baby,” he whispers. “Tonight, you come on my cock.”

Tossing the panties to the side, he pushes my face down into the bed as he pulls my ass up into the air by my hips, lulling a squeak from my lips as his hand comes down on my skin with another smack .

“You took your punishment so well, Princesa ,” he praises. “And liked it too, didn’t you? That’s why you’re soaked for me.”

He fingers me again, and my eyes roll back into my head at the sensation.

“Are you ready for me?”

I lift my head faintly to peek over my shoulder, and a weak moan leaves my lips at the sight of him tugging his pants down. His erection strains against his boxers, and my mouth waters in anticipation before he pulls those down too. His cock is big —bigger than I’ve ever had—and my breath halts in my lungs at the sight. It’s swollen and waiting, precum glistening at the tip.

“I, uh…” I’m at a loss for words. “You’re… Fuck . What if it doesn’t fit ?”

He smiles proudly. “I’ll make it fit.”

My mouth pops in awe as I watch him spit on his cock, sliding his hand down the shaft and coating it. It’s the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.

“ Bare ?” I rasp.

The thought makes the coil in my core tighten once more. I want nothing more than to feel every inch of him inside me.

His eyebrows cinch for a moment, as if he’s thinking, and then his tongue darts out to lick his bottom lip as his dark eyes meet mine. “I haven’t been with anyone in a long time. I’m…”

“Me too,” I murmur as the unspoken words pass through our gaze. “I’m on birth control, and…I trust you.”

His eyes never leave mine as he positions the tip of his cock at my entrance, sliding it through my slick folds before pressing it inside me slowly. Our faces are a mirror of each other as our mouths pop open at the same time, his hands gripping my hips as he eases into my pussy inch by inch with a heavy-lidded gaze. The sting of him stretching me out only lasts for a millisecond before pleasure consumes me.

Once he’s fully seated inside me, he stills, leaning forward and pressing soft kisses up my spine. Goosebumps travel down every inch of my body, and I wriggle impatiently as I push back against him.

“ Luca ,” I moan. “I can’t wait anymore, please .”

With a groan, he pulls out completely before thrusting all the way in with more force. I cry out as he reaches places no one ever has, my fingers fisting the sheets as he does it a second time. My pussy clenches around him, begging for release. He starts a rough rhythm inside me, slamming into me so hard, the bed squeaks against the floor—but I don’t care. I don’t care if the entire hotel hears us. I’m drunk on him.

His heavy pants and low moans are like music to my ears, and I can hardly breathe as he fucks me relentlessly.

“Put your hands on the headboard,” he orders with a growl, stopping abruptly.

I’m in a euphoric stupor as he speaks, panting so hard, my entire body sways with the movement.

His hands smack against my ass as he grabs a handful of my hair, yanking me backward until I’m resting on my knees as my back presses against him, his cock straining inside me.

“Grab the headboard,” he repeats, harsher this time, his lips pressed into my cheek. His breath is hot against me as his scruff scratches my skin, and I bite my lip to keep the moan from slipping out. “Be a good girl.”

“Yes, sir.”

He releases me with another kiss to my cheek, and I place both of my hands on the velvet headboard, white-knuckling my grip before he slams into me with one punishing thrust after another. The headboard smacks into the wall loudly, and the moans leaving my lips are breathless. His arm circles around my waist as he pounds into me, finding my clit and rubbing it with the perfect amount of pressure to make me unravel.

As I hold my breath, tiny black dots spread across my vision, the pressure building in my core. I’m so close to coming, I feel like I’m going to explode, and just as it nears the point of bubbling over, he pulls out of me.

I collapse onto the bed in frustration and exhaustion, a whine pulling from my lips as I flip over onto my back. “God dammit , Luca.”

The smirk on his face grows as he kisses up my legs, pushing himself between my thighs as he pries them open with his hands. His cock slides into me with ease as he takes one of my nipples into his mouth, and I wrap my arms around his broad shoulders as I moan softly.

“Yes?” he pants, his eyes on my mouth as the mewls filter through my lips.

His strokes are slow now as he presses his abdomen against me, and my hands knot in his curly hair as he fucks me.

“I want to come,” I choke out. “ Please . I need it.”

“Yeah?” he moans, pressing a kiss to my lips before taking my bottom lip between his teeth and tugging. My pussy squeezes him as he bites even harder, and as he releases my lip, I taste iron on my tongue. My eyebrows scrunch as I let out a tiny growl, kissing him again.

“So pretty,” he breathes, and as he pulls back slightly, I see my blood coating his lips. I tug him closer with my hands, sticking my tongue out to lick the crimson liquid from his mouth, and his tongue collides with mine in a frenzied kiss. “My pretty little slut, aren’t you? Tell me. Tell me what a slut you are for my cock.”

I can hardly speak through my sobs. “Fuck, y- yes . I’m a s-slut for your cock.”

He brushes my hair back as he kisses my lips. My cheeks. My neck. All the way down to my collarbone as he slams his cock into me. “You’re close. I can feel it. That’s it, baby. Dámelo . Come for me, yeah?”

My back arches at his words, and my head pushes back into the pillows as my orgasm washes over me once more. What I don’t expect is for him to spread my legs further, timing it just right as he pulls out of me and strums his hand over my clit before smacking it a few times. My body writhes as I come, twitching as I whimper underneath him. I hear him groan loudly, and I look down to see that I’m squirting . His fingers rub my sensitive clit rapidly while his free hand holds down my legs.

“Oh my God. Fuck, fuck, fuck. ”

I’ve never squirted before. I always thought that maybe I just didn’t work that way, that it wasn’t possible for me. He’s covered in me , moaning and stroking his hard cock as he watches me come down from my high.

“Fucking hell, Princesa ,” he says. “Look at you, soaking the bed.”

His chest heaves, and I can tell he’s close too.

“Come on me,” I gasp, and I watch his dark eyes light up.

“ Fuck .”

I grab at his hips, pulling him toward me until he’s hovering over me as I bat my eyelashes up at him. He strokes faster as he looks down at me like I’m the prettiest thing he’s ever seen, his mouth hanging open as strangled moans leave his lips.

“Come for me, baby,” I beg in a small voice, stretching my arms out above my head as I give him a sultry smile. “Please?”

I love watching him like this, heavy-lidded and languid as he looks down at me with his swollen cock in his hand, pumping it in a shaky rhythm as his climax builds. Staccato pants leave his lips as he comes, painting my breasts with ropes of his cum as he milks his cock completely. He falls next to me on the bed with an exhausted sigh.

It’s silent for a while, and my tired eyes eventually close as we lay there, trying to catch our breath, feeling more content than I can remember feeling ever . The bed shifts underneath us before he swoops me into his arms princess-style, making my eyes flash open as I frown up at him wearily.

“What are you doing?”

“Cleaning you up,” he says gently.

He carries me into the bathroom, where he sets me down long enough to get the hot water going before bringing me into the shower with him. The water feels good against my skin as steam billows around us, and my eyes close as he lathers some soap in my hair, massaging his fingers into my scalp. He presses kisses to my shoulder as he washes my body, and we’re both quiet as I let him work.

I’m scared shitless. I’ve never experienced anything like this before. My body is sore already, and I revel in the pain, because it reminds me it’s from him . I feel the effects from him everywhere, especially in my chest, where my pounding heart stutters as he washes me from head to toe with tender fingers.

How can I fight my feelings for him when he does things like this? When he kisses me all over like I’m his? When he looks at me the way he did when I came?

That look —those dark brown eyes that felt like they were staring directly into the depths of my soul. There’s no way he looks at every girl he’s been with like that, and if he does… Fuck .

“I wish you could stay,” I whisper, and my eyes flash open as I realize I’ve said that out loud instead of in my head.

He scrubs my back gently. “ Yo también, mi amor.”

I turn to peek at him over my shoulder. “What does that mean?”

“Me too, my love.”

The water cascades over us as I observe him through the steam. He’s so beautiful, it’s almost unfair. He’s looking at me…like that again, and the doubt swirls in the pit of my stomach. Does he really only look at me like that?

Lifting my hand timidly, I twist in his arms as I place it over his chest. The confirmation is there beneath my palm—his heart thrashing wildly—and it’s like a puzzle piece falling into place. His hand coming up to rest over my own only solidifies it.

I’m falling for him.