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“I’m the parent, you little shit.” She snorted, but her lips tugged into a small smile as I kissed her cheek.

“You’re the best too. Night, Mom.”

“Kiss ass,” she mumbled, amusement in her tone.

I steered Luna into my room but froze when she stripped off her jacket and pants. There were marks on her wrists and ankles. I snatched her arm, holding her firmly as she tried to jerk back.

“What the hell is this?” I demanded as something flashed in her eyes before she cooled her features.

“I bought handcuffs.”

“That’s not really an explanation, Lou.” Her skin was bruised, the marks being the sign of a struggle. I’d used handcuffs before but I’d never left bruises on anyone.

Luna laughed lightly, pushing back from me. “I don’t like talking sex with you. It makes you mad.”

“Lots of people like being tied up and fucked, but those marks are not okay.” I scowled, eyeing her ankles. “They look sore. He should’ve used something softer.”

She shrugged, averting her eyes from mine as she rummaged in my drawers for something to sleep in. “I consented to it. It’s not a big deal.”

“Is this why you’ve been ‘sick’ the last couple of days? Did he fucking hurt you?” I snapped as images popped into my head of the things he might have done. She didn’t look at me again as she pulled a shirt from my drawers and turned around to give me her back, unclasping her bra and tugging the shirt over her head.

“No. I told you I was sick. Don’t be dramatic.” She slid under the covers, and I couldn’t help it as I ran my eyes up her bare legs, envisioning them wrapped around me as I sank my fingers into her. I bit the inside of my cheek to stop a groan as I caught a flash of her baby blue panties between her legs.

“Are you coming?”

“Definitely,” I muttered as my pussy clenched.

“You’re terrible.” She giggled, making me smile.

“I’m terrible? You’re the one in my bed flashing your panties. How am I supposed to behave when you’re waving such a gorgeous temptation at me?” I asked, waggling my eyebrows suggestively.

She bit her lip, her cheeks heating. “You don’t have to.”

“What?” I said with confusion as she blushed harder, my heart hammering in my chest at the thought of touching her again.

“You don’t have to behave.” Jesus fucking Christ. What the hell was I supposed to do with that?

ChapterThirteen

Luna

My face was on fire. I wasn’t thinking clearly, obviously. What the hell was I doing?

Riley stared at me, a dumbfounded look on her face. I wasn’t into girls, so I was definitely losing my mind. Then again, I’d caught myself thinking about her a lot this week.

Our previous kiss still sent tingles through me at the thought, and I replayed the memory of her calling me baby over and over again in my head. Stanley thought I was dramatic and a crybaby when I didn’t like the things he did to me, but Riley would never make me feel uncomfortable for her own benefit.

The problem was, she loved me, and I knew it wasn’t fair to tempt her like this but Riley always made things better. I wanted to feel good, but I wanted someone I trusted to do it. I wanted her to look after me in a way I knew only she could.

I couldn’t lie, Stanley was messing with my head. I didn’t know if my feelings were wrong, or if I was strange for not liking the same things in bed that he did. I didn’t have a lot of experience, but from what he’d been saying, all girls liked it rough. Why did they like something that hurt so badly?

We’d been at his friend’s house in Hawthorne Heights, and when I got uncomfortable and wanted to leave, he refused to go with me. I was angry that he’d let me walk around in the middle of the night alone, and it had definitely been stupid to get in a car with Cruz.

I’d been desperate to get to Riley though, and it had seemed like a good idea at the time. I had tried calling her, but she hadn’t answered, so when Cruz pulled up and offered me a ride, I took it. I’d been hurt to find her hanging out with her friends and ignoring my call, but I’d been so relieved to see her that I pushed it aside.

Now, I just wanted her to make me forget about everything. I was sick of feeling so lonely and hurt.

Riley opened her mouth to speak, and I backtracked slightly. “We don’t have to have sex. I just… Shit, I don’t know what I’m asking.” I fidgeted, and she assessed me for another moment before pulling her hoodie over her head and kicking off her shoes.