Luna bond novel Chapter 2

“Shit,” I grunted. “That was hot as hell, Ali.” If I hadn’t known better, I would have sworn the ocean water was evaporating around us. Without warning, I bucked my hips and buried my fat cock eleven inches deep, bumping up to her ripe womb. I froze, giving her time to adjust to my invasion, especially since she was so small. After a minute, she wiggled a little, and a moan fell from her pink lips. Then she rocked forward, encouraging me to move. But before I gave her what she wanted, I grasped her chin with one hand, forcing it down so she was looking at my face. “You can say things like that to me in bed, nena. It’s sexy as fuck. But if I hear that kind of language in anyone else’s presence, there will be consequences.”

Allison licked her lips and her inner muscles clenched while her eyes darkened with desire and curiosity. Shit. She was obviously intrigued by the idea of being punished. Images of her plump ass with a bright red handprint sent a wave of lust through me, and I almost spilled inside her right then.

My hand returned to her ass cheek, and Allison leaned in, placing her lips at my ear. “Fuck me, Diego.”

I groaned as the sound of my alarm penetrated my sleep. If there hadn’t been a damn good reason for it, I would have smashed the thing to bits for interrupting my dream. This was the fifth morning in a row that I’d woken up drenched in sweat and hard as a fucking baseball bat. Yet I hadn’t been able to find any relief because the only touch my cock craved was from the young goddess in the next bungalow.

After climbing from the bed, I stripped the sheets before padding over to the en suite bathroom. On the way, my eyes strayed to the window, and I was glad to see there appeared to be no movement.

Once I’d seen my goddess the other night, I’d watched her from the shadows until she and her roommate seemed to be asleep. I’d forced myself to keep my distance, my mind and body arguing about whether it was a good idea to simply steal her and run. Eventually, I managed to grab hold of some rational thought and made my way up to the main hotel offices.

The staff had been instructed to give me access to whatever I wanted, though I doubted they expected me to show up after midnight. The night manager, Mario, let me into the back, and I made myself comfortable in the general manager’s office.

I was familiar with the system they used, so I had found the records I was searching for in no time. The bungalow next to me was billed to K-Corp. I was acquainted with the investment firm—they were a multibillion-dollar company. The three owners, Justice and Thatcher Kendall, and Jamison Kennedy, had worked with me on a couple of deals over the last decade. They were all happily married—beyond devoted to their wives—with a gaggle of kids, so I very much doubted that my girl was a mistress for one of them or anything unsavory like that. Since she was so young, my best guess was that she was the daughter of an employee.

The accounts had all listed the age of the occupants because it dictated the color of their wristband. To my relief, they had both been listed as eighteen. Thank fuck. She was still too young for me, a teenager, but I would stop at nothing to make her mine.

The names for the occupants were Allison and Charlotte Gleason—thankfully, there had been no male names on the manifest. The names didn’t ring a bell, and unfortunately, I had no way to access K-Corp’s employee database. Like my company, they were clients of Jonah Carrington, who owned the best cybersecurity firm in the world.

Frustrated at the lack of information, I had almost closed out the program and left, but at the last minute, an idea had popped into my head. I pulled up the account for the room and navigated to their activity registration. With a click, I’d printed their schedule and tucked the paper into my pocket. Then I shut down the computer and gave Mario a nod of thanks as I left the offices and headed back to my bungalow.