Lunar Crest University (Forbidden Fruit)

Chapter Twenty-Nine

LUCA

SUNDAY, NOVEMBER 12TH, 2023

T he same black SUV has been parked at the end of Finley’s street every single night for the past week. It sits far enough away from the street lamps so I can’t see anything through the tinted windows, and it has me on fucking edge. I’ve been on edge since the night Javier came into her work before I got there to pick her up.

Javier is an unpredictable son of a bitch. You never know exactly what his next move is, but that’s because he has a few screws loose in that big ass head of his—he probably doesn’t even know what his next move is until he decides it right then. The epitome of a psychopath who kills people to scratch the itch he gets. He only had me as his hitman because he didn’t have the patience or the ability to cover his tracks. Because he’s fucking unhinged.

I need to get Finley out of town again.

The only possible way for me to make that happen without it seeming obvious is to invite her up to my mother’s home for a few days. We can head out after classes are through on Friday and stay for the weekend—she’ll never agree to it if it involves her missing even more of her classes. I’ll just say I was already planning on going and that I wanted her to tag along. Meet mi mamá and my sisters.

She won’t say no, not if she thinks I want her to meet my family. I know I’ve got her wrapped around my finger, as shitty as that is to say. I hate that I’ve stooped as low as using her feelings toward me to my advantage, but it really is for her safety.

I just need time, time to distance her from the shitshow long enough to figure out my game plan.

Hurrying up the concrete steps toward her front door in one swift movement, duffle bag slung over my shoulder, and my knuckles rap against the wood as I wait for it to open. She didn’t have to work tonight, so I decided to come over and surprise her with a sleepover. It doesn’t happen often, but when it does, I don’t think I’ve ever seen her more content. I may be using her feelings for me in ways she doesn’t know about, but that doesn’t mean I don’t have feelings of my own. I’ll do just about anything to put that sweet smile on her face. Or maybe it’s just my ego inflating to know I’m the one who can put it there.

The door opens, and that same cheeky smile greets me. Her face is completely bare, and an aching pang jolts through my chest at how beautiful she is. Her raven-colored hair is pulled back in a low, wavy ponytail with a few strands framing her face, and she dons a raggedy old shirt and sweatpants I wouldn’t bat an eye about on anyone else. But her… Fuck me, she’s an enigma in anything she wears.

“Hi,” she breathes sweetly.

“Care for a sleepover?”

Finley hums teasingly. “Ooo, girl’s night?”

“If that’s what you want,” I say, quirking a brow.

Her head cocks up at me as she gives me a pointed look. “You’d have a girl's night with me?”

“ Sí, Princesa .”

“You have no idea what you’re signing up for.” She steps aside and opens the door further for me. “But come on in.”

Stepping through the doorway past her, I plop my bag down on the floor, and she closes the door behind me. Her apartment is dimly lit, with only the small lamp in the corner of the living room, and the couch is astray with pillows and two plush blankets. It looks as if she’d been cocooned there before I arrived.

“Enlighten me,” I tell her as I bring my attention back to her petite frame, still standing by the door, watching me.

She steps closer to me, and I catch the mischievous glint in her eyes as she trails her pointer finger up my stomach slowly. The tickling sensation makes my skin twitch under her touch. “ Well , there’s usually romance movies, probably some crying, lots of binge eating, and maybe even some wine.”

I hum as I nod. “Is that all?”

Her finger makes its way up my chest, and her eyes follow it before she shrugs. “We could always have a pillow fight.”

I’m transfixed by the way she peers innocently up at me, her lashes practically sweeping her cheekbone as she bats them, but I don’t let it show. I simply lick my lips and try not to smirk at the way her eyes blatantly cling to the movement.

“Interesting.”

“Yeah?” she counters. She’s being a tease, and I fucking love it.

“Sounds kind of tame.” My tongue smacks against the back of my teeth as I pretend to heave a sigh. “You made it seem like I was in for a wild night.”

“Only if you’re good.”

It comes out as a whisper, and it even cracks at the end, but goddamn, if it’s not the hottest thing that has ever left her full lips. My cock jolts from the words.

“Good?” I repeat instantly.

She nods feebly, and I can already see her confidence slipping as she second-guesses herself. I refuse to allow that to happen, so with an exasperated growl, I wrap my arms around her waist as I hoist her from the ground and walk her toward the couch. Plopping her down in her cozy spot, I crawl over her as I press my lips against her neck. I can feel her pulse against my lips, the way her skin is on fire for me.

“And how do I show you I’m good?” I mumble against her throat.

As I lift my head, I see the blush dusting her cheeks.

“Don’t get shy on me now.” My hands pry open her legs as I press my abdomen in between them. “Tell me how you want me to be a good boy for you, Finley. Tell me what you want.”

She clenches her legs around my waist as I speak, and I know I’ve got her. Her cheeks somehow redden even further, and she looks like she’s on the verge of sun poisoning. She tries to duck her head from my view, but I capture her lips with mine in a swift kiss to stop her from shying away from me.

“Kiss me,” she pleads breathlessly.

“I am kissing you.”

“Not there.” Her voice is shaky as she reaches between her legs to graze over the apex of her thighs. “Here.”

My needy fucking girl.

There’s no time to waste, not with her big green eyes staring up at me expectantly and her mouth parted as she waits for me to make my move. I hastily yank the waistband of her sweats down over her curves, tugging them from her legs and discarding them on the floor before I get down on my knees in front of her.

Dipping my head down slowly, I pull her pretty pink panties to the side as my tongue slides over her, tasting just how wet she is for me.

Finley moans loudly in response to my tongue gliding over her clit, applying just the right amount of pressure as my hands grip her thighs—holding them down as they twitch under the expertise of my mouth. She tastes so fucking sweet, always does. The craving I have for her body only grows as she whines in response to the way I lap at her, encouraging me more as I push a single finger inside her. Curling it just slightly, I pump in and out of her dripping cunt.

“Such a needy girl tonight,” I rasp. “What else do you need, amor ? Talk me through it. I want to hear your words.”

“Make me come,” she begs, lifting her hips and making my mouth connect with her clit once more. “More licking, fuck . Please, Luca.”

Her body writhes as my lips move with fervor over her, and her thighs shake in my hold. My cock strains in my jeans from how responsive she is to me, soaking my mustache with her arousal and clenching around my finger as she slams her head back against the cushion. Adding another finger, I smile into her pretty cunt as my name leaves her lips.

I’m slurping her swollen clit so hard, so fast, that her hands tangle in my hair to push me away, but I don’t relent, not until she’s a whimpering mess beneath me, and I’m lapping up every drop as she comes for me. She bucks into my mouth desperately as she rides my face through her orgasm, and I’m at her mercy.

Her entire body wilts as her climax subsides, breathing heavily as her chest bobs up and down. She’s dripping from my chin, and I smirk up at her, proud of my work.

“Am I a good boy now, baby?”

I’ve never wanted to be a good boy so bad in my entire life.

Finley moans softly, dragging me up to her as she kisses my soaked lips. “I want to be your good girl now, Luca. I want to taste you.”

This is all new territory for me, hell, for both of us. We’re playing around with dynamics we’ve never thought about before, but fuck, I’d do anything she asked me to. She’s divine. And the thought of her gagging on my cock makes me think I might be capable of feeling love.

Standing up, I gape down at her, watching the way she stares at the erection pressing against my jeans.

“Then taste me, Princesa .”

Her fingers are quick, eager , as they unzip my pants and tug them down my hips. Just the feeling of the fabric sliding down over my cock makes me hiss through my teeth. I’m so hard, it almost fucking hurts. With her bottom lip between her teeth, she tucks her fingertips into the waistband of my boxers before freeing my swollen cock.

“You’re always my good girl,” I tell her on the edge of a whimper as she wraps her fingers around me.

Sticking out her tongue, she drags it from the base of my cock all the way to the tip, where she licks away the precum that glistens there for her. My chest heaves as I watch her take me in her mouth, and I can’t help the way my head falls back from the warmth of her pretty lips wrapped around me. But I jerk my head right back up as she takes all of me.

Her cheeks hollow as she pushes me to the back of her throat, choking faintly before pulling back. Saliva drips from her lips as she gazes up at me, stroking my cock before taking me again in her mouth.

Holy fucking shit .

“Always my good fuck—” I groan as she bobs her head quicker, slamming the tip of my cock against the back of her throat over and over before releasing me with a pop. “Fucking girl. Holy fuck , Finley.”

She moans loudly, and the vibration makes my hip jerk.

“So needy for my cock, aren’t you?”

Flickering her gaze up at me once more, she nods frantically. I can feel my balls tighten as she reaches down between her legs to rub her clit.

“My pretty little slut,” I pant, tangling my fingers in her ponytail.

She gags on me again.

“My good… ah , girl.”

I’m not going to last much longer, not with her moaning around my cock and rubbing needy circles on her clit as she deepthroats me. Fucking hell.

“If you don’t stop—” A low growl rumbles through my chest as she pops her mouth off me again. “I’m going to come.”

“Please,” she whines, her eyebrows knitting as she sends me a pleading look. “Down my throat?”

I’m going to die. By heart attack, a fucking aneurysm, something . She’s going to kill me if she keeps talking like that.

“ Fuck , baby.”

She takes me in her mouth just in time as I come, my hips jerking me further down her throat as I cradle her head in my hands. A string of moans and curses leave my lips as she swallows me down, her hands on my thighs as her nails dig into my skin. I pull her with me as I collapse onto the couch, my chest bobbing frantically as I catch my breath. I’m warm and sweaty, but she puts her chin on my chest anyway, looking up at me with a proud, cheeky smile.

I think I do love that smile.

“Are we really going to have a girl’s night?”

“Yes.” I swiftly kiss her on her pink cheek as I stand, pulling my boxers back on. “Put a movie on. I’ll pour us some wine.”

I feel her eyes on my back as I enter the kitchen, opening the fridge and taking out an already open bottle of white wine. It’s not my taste, but it’ll do. Grabbing two glasses from the cabinet, I pour the wine as I peek over at Finley, who immediately averts her eyes back to the TV as she scrolls for a movie. She’s already bundled back up in her blankets and pillows.

As I join her on the couch again, handing her a glass, I look up to see she put on Pride and Prejudice .

Fitting.

My lips twitch. “Not the Colin Firth one?”

“Absolutely not.” She scrunches her nose in distaste. “Matthew MacFayden is the best Mr. Darcy.”

Nodding, I take a sip of my wine. “May I ask what sways you?”

The hand clench.

“The hand clench.”

It’s…comforting, doing simple things like this with her. It’s the one time when I don’t feel immediately on edge about something. Finley cuddles up to my side, and I wrap my arm around the back of the couch to allow her more space to cling to me as she gazes up at the TV. That’s how we spend the next hour, her watching the movie while I mostly watch her. Her micro-expressions. Her body language.

Her eyes water as Mr. Darcy tells Elizabeth she has bewitched him, body and soul, and I can’t seem to look away. She wears her emotions on her sleeve. She cares. I wish with every ounce of me I was capable of feeling like that. Things like this don’t bring me to tears. They don’t make me feel , but watching her does.

“Have you ever felt like that?” she asks in a whisper.

I’m gawking down at her, but she’s still watching the movie. I don’t answer because I’m not sure if I’m meant to. It was so quiet, I almost didn’t hear it at all.

“I haven’t,” she continues. “But I want to.”

I’ve never felt like that. Bewitched by someone. At least, not before. No one has ever inadvertently cast a spell over me or reeled me in to the point of being borderline addicted. I think I am addicted to Finley Dunaway. I crave her voice, her green eyes on me, her smile, her rosy cheeks, her touch, her skin, her… everything . The more at stake things become, the more danger that presents itself, the more my chest aches at the thought of anything happening to her. I’d go into a fit of fiery rage if something happened to her.

I don’t think anything would be left in my wake if anyone hurt her.

Fuck.

She’s bewitched me.