Such A Good Guy

18. Luna

CHAPTER 18

Luna

B ack in the hotel, his eyes scanned mine anxiously.

I felt helpless in the face of his psychopathic behavior.

“When do you want me to propose to you?” he asked again. “I was thinking since we fly to Ottawa tomorrow, that tonight would be ideal. Maybe outside Green Gables? Or the Haunted Wood at sunset? I have two engagement rings: sapphire and alexandrite. Alexandrite is hard and its vibrant color is a good representation of our good fortune and luck as we get married.”

“I don’t—” I began helplessly.

“Don’t what?” he asked. “I’ll do any stone you want, any gem you like. I just want you to be happy.”

I tried to beat on his chest but he clasped my hands gently together and let me kick him angrily in the shins while he carefully took my big coat off.

“How can you fucking act so normal when you literally just admitted to killing my brother?”

“I was just trying to be helpful.”

I looked into those bright feral eyes and I wanted to scream for help. But I knew no help was coming. And if anybody did come, he’d meet them at the door with his big goofy boyish grin and those devastating baby blue eyes and no one would believe I was being kept here by force.

Not Luke O’Neill. He’d never need to hold a woman by force.

I should’ve known he was insane, no one could be that cheerful and be fully sane.

“How did you do it?” I asked.

“Just made sure he had too much to drink, and then followed him back to the hotel. When I saw a ditch, I hit him over the head and threw him in the ditch so it looked like he just fell down.”

I was gobsmacked with such stupidity. “Did you even check to make sure there weren’t any cameras around?” I asked.

“No,” he said, his brows wrinkling.

Of course. A golden boy.

“That was dumb,” I said hotly. “You could have been caught.”

“Luna, you’ve always been the brains of the operation.”

I began to sputter angrily.

“How the fuck have you not been arrested?”

“I guess no one saw. Can I get you something to eat?” he asked.

“This is not low blood sugar,” I said. “This is realizing I’ve been secretly impregnated by a psychopath.”

“How about chicken alfredo?”

“I need to figure out what kind of person you are,” I said, leaning against the counter before he decided to tie me down and force me to rest. “What do you even like? What even is your personality?”

“I like you ,” he said, sitting lightly at the end of the bed, his eyes on me.

It was unfair how hot he was, how every move fucking dripped with sex, the false seductive pleasure of even just looking at the muscles in his arms and that devastating jawline.

“No, I mean what things do you enjoy doing? Do you enjoy making music or performing in front of crowds?”

“Yes, before I met you, music was the only thing that made my brain quiet,” he said, tightening a hand on my ankle.

“What is in your brain?” I asked.

“I’m not sure how to describe it. It’s kind of like a spiky forest of knives? Sometimes they’re noisy or inconvenient.”

“What was Ignatius talking about? What does he have evidence of?”

I realized my analytical brain was already categorizing and analyzing the worst-case scenario.

What the fuck.

I should be figuring out how to escape him.

“I don’t know,” Luke shrugged. “Maybe he’s gotten ahold of my psychological assessment from when I was 16.”

“What happened then?” I asked.

“I killed the guy who ran the foster care group home. Have you had your multivitamin yet today?”

For a moment I was stricken to terrorized silence.

“W-why?” I asked, as Luke got off the bed and moved to the bathroom. In a second he was back and advancing on me with the huge prenatal horse pill.

“Wouldn’t let me play the piano. Now open up, baby girl, you need to take your vitamins.”

My palms felt slick as I gripped the counter behind me.

“Stay away from me,” I said weakly.

His long legs went on either side of me, trapping me in place, and I tightened my mouth to avoid the big pill.

“Why didn’t they press charges? Did you go to juvie?”

“The investigation found he was abusive,” Luke said, tightening his legs on me. I should scream even louder. I shouldn’t feel that low dirty heat in my cunt to smell him, watch as he ran a hand through messy blonde hair.

“He used to deny kids food and locked some of them in the closet as punishment. They thought it would be a disaster to prosecute me. So they didn’t. Now open up. You are going to have a healthy strong pregnancy and it’s extra important to take your vitamins since you’re having twins.”

Still, I kept my mouth tight shut, even though it was foolish.

Luke O’Neill had been a dangerous psychopath all along and I’d had no idea. He’d impregnated me, stolen my passport, and trapped me with him. Now he was determined to make me his wife and I didn’t know if there was any way around that.

He put a hand on my chin and the heat immediately began to pound in my stupid pussy. His legs were so tight around me that my thighs rubbed together and I felt slick wet heat on my skin.

My heavy swollen breasts began to tingle so painfully I was afraid I’d start lactating right in front of him. My body had no business reacting like that.

It wasn’t fucking fair that he looked like that, a huge heavy dick on my belly and then the rest of him long and lean, lazy smile, surfer boy hair and sleepy eyes. But his fingers on my chin were firm and strong.

“Open up, Luna,” he said again. “Take your medicine.”

My hormones raged at me, and I ripped the phone out of the wall and swung it at Luke. He had a hand on my chin and the other one holding my prenatal and he didn’t even try to avoid the heavy phone as I hit him, splitting his lip open.

I gasped suddenly, feeling like a real bitch.

“Oh god, OK, I didn’t mean to do that, Luke, goddamnit, sorry, but why the fuck didn’t you move out of the way instead of just sitting there?”

And as I watched him, he turned his head slowly and coolly back toward me.

I gasped.

There was a bright splash of blood across his lips. But he only smiled, sending terror spiking down my spine. His lips were wet with blood, scarlet smears all over his white teeth.

“Luke! Luke! What are you? You’re frightening me—”

There was an unearthly light gleaming in those blue eyes that looked like an expression I’d never seen on a human’s face before. It looked dark, feral, elemental, like a holdover from our primal reptile days.

“I’m a psychopath, Luna,” he said, and his voice was calm and even. “I don’t have normal human emotions. If you want to hit me, you can. As many times as you want to. I only care about keeping you safe and giving you what you want. Which means right now you are going to take this multivitamin and after that I’m going to give you an orgasm. And after our babies are born, I am going to breed you again. And again. And then some more.”

My jaw dropped.

“No, Luke, god—"

But he reached into his pocket, and came up with a ring, and his fingers were bloody.

“Luna Gallagher, will you marry me?” he asked as he slid the ring on my finger.

I knew it wasn’t a question, any more than anything else with him had been a question, no matter how big his gleaming smile was.

The ring was an alexandrite stone surrounded with diamonds, the middle stone vibrant with hues of purple, blue, and deep gold. It meant joy. It meant good luck. It was the perfect engagement stone, and Luke knew that because he had always listened.

And now I knew that his patient, gentle listening had only hidden an obsessed, feral psychopath.

I gasped as his fingers slipped under my T-shirt and undid my bra, his heart hammering into my chest.

It wasn’t a yes, but he took it as one as he let my bra slip to the floor and tightened his hands around my waist.

“Oh, Luna,” he said, and how had I ever thought he was some kind of sweetheart too pure to be interested in, as he dragged my panties and leggings down and propped my ass up so he could sink his cock inside me.

My head fell back as he propped me up against the counter, his hands gripping the wood beneath me so he could drive his cock into my tight cunt.

“You’re going to rest and be safe during this pregnancy. I couldn’t stand it if anything happened to you and our babies.”

My nipples tightened with such diamond-hard pain that I suddenly felt the tips begin to leak, tiny drops squeezing out and wetting my shirt.

I cried out in shock as I felt the milk run down my breasts and drip down my belly, falling onto Luke’s hands as he held my waist.

Maybe he wouldn’t notice

Maybe he wouldn’t notice

Oh god

I leaked harder, the smell of my milk sweet and creamy as it began to soak my shirt.

My heart pounded in my chest, thumping so hard my ribcage felt like it was squeezed and tight.

His cock was juddering inside me, shaking my tits so the drops began to fly out, and he groaned as he noticed.

“Yes, sweet girl, yes, look at how perfect your body is. Let me help you clean that up.”

He arched me backwards and bent his head, gently swirling his tongue around my breasts and nipples, licking up every sticky drop.

“You taste so good, Luna. You’re so perfect. You’re my fertile perfect little mama and I can’t wait to do this to you over and over again. I want a big family, baby girl.”

It was embarrassing, it was shameful, but my belly tightened and I gasped out, the milk streaming from my breasts as I came all over his psychopathic, obsessed cock.

“OK, go,” he said afterwards. “Do your worst.”

“You need to take this seriously,” I said firmly.

“OK,” he said again. “I’ll take it seriously.”

But he was between my legs, one hand on each of my thighs, his lips lingering and lazy on my skin.

“Do you completely disagree, somewhat disagree, somewhat agree, or completely agree with this statement, ‘morality is for other people.’”

Luke looked up and scanned my eyes.

“Don’t look at me for the right answer,” I said, as his chin moved up and down on the sensitive skin of my upper thigh. “Say what’s in your heart, or whatever’s between your stupid head and your dick.”

“I don’t really understand the question,” he said after a moment. “Before I met you, the best way I can describe my brain is that it was kind of garbled. Like a tangled string. Like a fucking hamster on a wheel. Then after I met you, all my brain has thought about is you. What would make you happy, what I would do for you.”

He moved to just above my pussy and I gasped out for a moment.

“Now this sounds like you. ‘Uses charm to get what he wants.’”

“I’ll do anything you ask me to. That’s what I want.”

“How about never touch me again,” I retorted, scooting up on my ass so fast I hit the backboard.

He scoffed. “You don’t really want that.”

“I could send you to jail for what you did to me,” I said angrily.

“If you want to,” Luke said, his fingers lightly caressing my cheek, and I felt it in the pit of my stomach even as trickles of fear sizzled along my spine.

This was my body telling me to run

This was my body recognizing what was deep inside Luke and fearing it. Or, rather, what wasn’t inside Luke, the normal human emotions and capacity for considering others, community responsibility, empathy, a sense of being part of the human race.

No, what was inside Luke was a bunch of feral amoral darkness that had somehow reoriented every goddamn psychotic cell toward one single thing.

Me.

“I could put you away for years ,” I said again.

“If it would make you happy to,” Luke agreed. He moved closer to me, raising all the tiny hairs on the back of my neck.

“But I couldn’t promise I’d stay in there.”

He bent to my neck, his lips just barely skimming my flesh. My skin tingled and prickled and I tried to set my jaw against the way blood pooled and heated deep in my cunt.

“What do you mean?” I asked, balling my hands into fists.

“I mean I couldn’t physically stay in there. Knowing you were out here would drive me to try to escape. Every day. I’d feel you out there and I couldn’t help myself. If I got caught once, I’d try it again. And again. And again, until I broke out and made my way to you.”

“That’s dangerous!” I cried. “They could shoot you during an escape, kill you.”

Luke raised a big hand to my neck, curving around the back, his long limbs unfolding to box me in on the bed.

He bore me down on my back and bent over me, kissing my neck, curling his tongue up playfully under my throat, then around my ear, making me squeal when he rolled it inside.

“I guess it would be,” he said. “If you asked me not to, I would try to stay there. But I know I couldn’t do it. It would be like a constant pulse pulling at me and I wouldn’t be able to stop.”

Goddamn Luke

I knew it was true. He’d be like a caged panther. Constantly pacing, testing the bars. And when he’d see an opportunity, he’d take it.

Even if it meant putting himself at risk.

The stupid jackass would probably get himself shot trying to break out and hunt me down.

“What other secrets do you have?” I asked, and my hands slid up and around his neck, just because that gleaming tanned skin was in front of me and I didn’t know if I could resist.

He sighed with pleasure as my fingers ran up his throat and into his hair. I felt goosebumps break out under my fingers.

Other hair brushed my fingers, and with a feeling of foreboding, I yanked what was lying under his shirt.

I was too far in to be surprised, so I only felt a plunge like I had just gone down a rollercoaster to feel between my fingers the evidence of his insane obsession.

Thick and tightly knitted together, and unmistakably mine. My natural blue-black, the pink highlights I’d had a few years ago, then the attempt to go red, even a few silver hairs.

I dropped the necklace.

“I’m going to go get a cop. And it’s for my safety so you have to do what I say. If you love me, stay here and wait to be arrested.”