Theoretically, I'm still grounded and not allowed to drive a car, but in reality, Jake will not drive me around or make me stay at home. I'd be unbearable. Well, I have been, ever since Luna has been mad at me.

I think he prayed his thanks when I got home in a good mood, that day after taking her home. And then again today, when I told him I'd go out and come back late.

"Hey," Luna greets me with a cocky smirk when she opens the passenger's car door and sits down next to me.

I look her up and down, already trying—and failing—to swallow the effect she has on me. She has brought the shortest and tightest black dress there could be. It hugs her shape, leaving close to nothing to the imagination. And yet, my brain still keeps imagining the wildest things I could do to her. Like rip it apart and eat her out right here. Right now.

I've seen her fully naked but at this moment, I am not sure which one is worse. Naked or barely covered.

On one side, it makes me proud to have been able to worship it all, on another, it's been too fucking long without her and I can't—for the life of me—not get horny at the sight of this goddess. Especially when I know she's just trying to rile me up.

She's wearing a new and shiny pair of Doc Martens and I can't help but smile on the inside.

She's finally having all the good things she deserves.

"You want to kill me, don't you?"

"What? Why?"

Her eyes lock on mine, with a mischievous glint while her face is wearing an innocent expression. A little devil inside a heavenly body and I know for sure, she has ruined me for everyone else.

"Nothing," I chuckle with a shake of my head, before kissing her cheek.

I'd rather kiss her mouth but I am not going to push my luck until she gives me the green light for it.

Twisting the key on the ignition, I start the car and when we're finally in on the main road towards the party, I grab her hand and intertwine our fingers. She is not the romantic type but I have some grovelling to do and believe me, I'll fucking do it.

She just needs to name whatever she wants. I'll make it happen.

Luna looks at our hands with a stoic expression but doesn't say anything nor tries to untangle our hands and I take that as a small step towards victory.

In fifteen minutes we arrive at the club where Marcel is celebrating at. Irony or not, it's called Lust and it's the most famous club in town, at the moment. There is already a long line forming at the entrance but thankfully there's a guest list that Marcel created for the VIP lounge for the night, which he rented. That will allow us to get in easily.

"Jesus Christ," she mutters.

"Come on, we're on the guestlist."

Getting out of the car, I round it quickly to open the door for her and I swear I see her lips twitch up when she rolls her eyes. One more point.

The bouncer lets us in when we let them know our names and soon chaos ensues. The twitching lights cover the length of the club, showing us the grinding bodies scattered across it. With a much warmer temperature than outside, we both take our coats off and start to walk.

We can't take two steps without someone stumbling over her, making me wrap an arm around her waist and pull her back against my chest. With my other arm, I open a path in the sea of people and lead us to the VIP lounge, where Marcel, Zhara and all of their friends are hanging out.

"This must have cost you a shit ton," I laugh after congratulating him on his birthday.

"It cost me nothing, my uncle owns it."

"Oh, that'll do it." I nod.

"Happy birthday," my girl tells him in a hug. "Thank you for inviting me."

"Of course. I just hoped I could have watched you making his life hell for a little bit tonight too, but I see you couldn't resist his charm," he smirks.

"Fate had other plans," she snickers before kissing Zhara on the cheek and sitting down next to her. "But he's not off the hook yet, your boy has some making up he needs to do."

Zhara laughs at her words and I can't help but smile too.

"Don't we all?" Marcel laughs.

"Alright, stop harassing my girlfriend and go annoy yours," I chime in.

Pulling Luna up, I sit down where she was before and then sit her on my lap. She doesn't protest but still doesn't give me her full attention, keeping her conversation running with Zhara.

I take advantage of the moment to look at her, really observe her. It might be stupid or creepy but I don't give a shit at this point. I am well aware of how deep I am.

Listening to her light-hearted mood, with constant laughs and ever-present smiles is too fucking rewarding. Long gone is the Luna who was constantly frowning and worrying about bills, how to pay for food or if her mum would still be alive when she got home again. I may have to fall on my knees and beg for her to forgive me but I'd do it all again, it was so worth it.

"What are you doing for Christmas then?" Zhara asks and I feel Luna tense.

"I don't know yet."

"Can you go visit your mum?" I can't help but blurt the question, regretting it right after.

"I don't know if I want to," she answers honestly. "I am finally understanding the damage she's done over the years and I am not ready to see her yet.

"Well, you could spend it with us if you want."

"I'll have to see with my dad," she says, looking away from me. "He might want to spend with me too."

"Well, you could both come and spend it with us," I insist. "My mum loves you and loves Christmas with lots of people."

"Do you want to go and dance?" Zhara chimes in before Luna can answer.

"I-," she hesitates, looking at me.

"Go." I encourage her. "We will join you, girls, in a little bit."

They both saunter off, going down the small staircase, to the dance floor on the lower level. Marcel sits down next to me with two beers in hand.

"I am not drinking tonight," I inform him with a shake of my head.

"I know," he groans. "It's non-alcoholic. I gathered you wanted to be sober to enjoy getting back together."

We both smirk at his words. I miss her, I miss making love to her, but I also miss fucking her brains out and for all of the above, I need sobriety. We might not even do it, but I want to b sober if we end up just cuddling. If not, I'll worship her all night long, make her come so many times the only letters she'll know are the ones in my name.

"Is everything alright with you and Zhara?"

"Nothing's ever ok," he laughs. "She loves putting me through hell but I am a sucker for her. Hell is where I am happy."

"Tell me about it," I mutter.

We both fall into a comfortable silence, drinking and watching our girls dance to the rhythm and laugh. Happy and having fun—I love watching her like this so much that I am tempted to just watch instead of joining.

But that idea flees from my head quite fast, the moment a recognizable shape shows up right next to her. He is close, too close, and the way she stops dancing and tenses with his presence, tells me everything I need to know.

It's time to go to her.

I have never rushed somewhere as fast in my life, getting to her in record time and pulling her body against mine, away from his.

"What the fuck do you think you're doing?"

"Having a chat, nothing that concerns you," he smirks smugly.

That ugly-ass face makes me want to pummel my fist into it, just to give him a new one.

I look down at Luna and she snuggles into my chest, looking down at the floor. That carefree expression and laugh are gone and it makes me all the angrier.

"Get lost before I lose my temper," I growl at him, pushing at his chest.

He stumbles back a couple of steps but still laughs before turning his attention back on Luna, "Don't forget what I told you." And then, he leaves.

My feet move before I register, but it's when a warm hand, holding tightly onto mine and pulling me back that I realize that I was just about to follow him.

"I need to go to the restrooms, come with me," she asks and I nod, following her.

Her stance is different, cautious and slow. That giddiness and excitement have fizzled out, she looks even smaller than she already is.

Fuck, I am so mad.

"I'll be back in a jiffy," she tells me with a peck on the corner of my mouth.

I nod and lean against the wall, across from the bathroom door, watching her enter it and preparing myself to wait for her to be done.

Closing my eyes, I try to get rid of the rest of the adrenaline that pumped into my veins from seeing him. Once she's out of that goddamn bathroom, I am going to dance with her and make her forget that piece of shit ever showed up in here.

"Dylan," a feminine voice sounds.

The first thing I notice is that it's not Luna. My eyes open and are met with an expectant face. Abby's.

For fuck sake. Can't we get a break?

"What the fuck are you doing here? Haven't I been clear?"

"Things can't possibly end like this Dylan, we owe this to each other."

"I have been respectful and nice in letting you know there is nothing more to talk about, even when you don't even fucking deserve it. I don't owe you a damn thing!"

"But-"

"Do you want me to break your nose this time around?"

My head snaps to the side, finding Luna standing in front of the bathroom door. Her lips are set in a straight line and her sleek eyebrows are furrowed. Anger swirl in her chocolate orbs and I can't help but feel scared too.

We came here to have some fun but it seems that fate came around to bite us in the ass, tonight.

Abby scoffs and turns back to me, "You can't possibly-"

"We're done. I have a girlfriend and there is nothing in this world that would make me go back to you," I tell her before stepping back, closer to Luna.

"You'll regret this," her voice is shaky, letting me know she's barely holding it together.

"Girl, grow up and get lost before I do something I'll regret!"

Luna moves towards Abby but I grab her before she can get her. She glares at me but I ignore her, pulling her back to me. The fact that Abby doesn't even budge from her place only irks her more and—like the sneak minx she is—frees herself and stalks Abby.

Finally, she steps back a few steps, allowing me to grab Luna before she touches her.

"Just leave," I tell Abby, while Luna trashes in my hold.

For once, she listens, leaving the both of us alone.

"Alright, it's just us, now," I tell her, letting her go.

"Can't we have a moment without being fucking interrupted or something?" Luna huffs in annoyance.

I don't answer right away, wrapping my arm around her waist and pulling her flush to me with a sexy smile, "This is uncalled for, but you just made me horny," I whisper to her ear.

Her body shivers in response and I can't help the groan that vibrates through my chest.

"Is that so?" Luna's hands spread on my abdomen, feeling me up to my chest up until her hands find the nape of my neck. "You reckon we're going to be interrupted again?"

Going the opposite way of her hands, mine lower to her ass, kneading on her soft flesh while my greedy lips graze the skin of her neck, "I better hope not, I have a lot of making up to do."

"Yes, you do," she moans while tilting her head to the side, giving me more access to her neck.

Looking around us, I notice the corridor is empty and since no one has entered or left the bathroom since we've arrived, I take the risk of thinking it's empty and open the door, stumbling in with Luna in my hold.

It doesn't disappoint and I quickly close the door behind me, before lifting her in my arms and carrying her to the counter. Her back hits the mirror and her legs spread instantly for me.

"What do you want me to do?"

I have been sporting an erection since the moment she got angry at Abby and it spurs my wandering hands. Finding her thighs, I massage her silky skin until I reach the hem of her tempting dress. I take in all of her, slowly and intensely, feeling my hunger, my need for her increase with every inch that fills my vision.

I can't help but lean down to kiss her neck and that's when her hand finds the back of my head and fists my hair. She tilts my head forcefully to look at her and smirks.

Goddamn, I love this.

Her pupils are dilated and her cheeks are flushed with this reddish colour that matches her lipstick. The most beautiful and sexiest woman I've ever seen.

"I want you to finish what you started on the night of your birthday," she whispers before licking my lips.

The memory comes to me like lightning. The fun we were having right before she got a call about her mum being in the hospital. How I was revelling in the fact that she was sitting on my face... Just thinking about it, makes me want to do it all over again. Pleasure her. Taste her.

"Your wish is my command." I kiss her and slowly lower my head, kissing through her neck, and chest while my hands yank her dress up.

My fingers push her panties to the side and I take a moment to watch her glistening core, drenched and ready just for me like she always is. I wasn't planning on drinking alcohol tonight, but with this kind of beverage, I'll gulp it all down and lick it clean.

"Stop looking at my pussy like you've just seen God and eat me out," she tightens her hold on my head, forcing me to the apex of her thighs, urging me to get to work.

And I do. I proudly make her scream my name more times than I can count and make her come three times before she begs me to stop

⛓️ A u t h o r ' s N o t e ⛓️

Our sweet Dylan has started his punishment... And the payment is being done with his body 😈

More unwanted appearances... I wonder...

ALSO IMPORTANT. I am changing the book cover and I can't decide between two of them... I will make a poll on Instagram and I would love for you guys to go there and answer it - PRETTY PLEASE. My username is : @ melv.author.