Abandoned Luna Now Untouchable (Cecilia) novel Chapter 164

Cecilia

Sebastian noticed my gaze lingering on his waist.

He leaned closer, took my hand, and deliberately placed it against his firm abdomen.

“What are you doing?” I tried to pull away, but his grip remained firm.

My traitorous hand was guided across the taut muscles of his stomach, the heat radiating through his shirt making my breath catch. couldn’t bear to look down, afraid of what my eyes might reveal.

“T-that girl,” I stammered, desperately trying to change the subject.

“You really don’t know her?”

“Fuck, no,” he growled, his lips trailing down the column of my neck, nipping at the sensitive skin. His clever fingers made quick work of the clasp of my jeans, the rasp of the zipper obscenely loud in the tense quiet of the room.

The damp heat of his mouth seeped through my shirt, a brand that promised to mark me.

It was a maddening contrast, like fire licking at ice, and I felt myself melting at the edges.

My resolve was crumbling, my breathing a ragged, useless thing.

“Let’s just talk instead-“! tried, the words thin and pathetic even to my

own ears.

Don’t do this… don’t let him…

But his hand was already sliding down, past the waistband of my panties, his long fingers finding the wet heat I could no longer deny.

A sharp, choked gasp escaped me.

“So fucking ready for me,” he whispered, his voice thick with lust.

He pressed a finger inside, and my hips bucked against his hand of their own volition, my traitorous body screaming its surrender.

My head fell back, a moan tearing from my throat as he began to move his hand, a slow, torturous rhythm that promised everything and nothing at all.

I was right there, on the precipice, my entire world narrowing to the feel of his cock straining against his zipper and his fingers working my pussy.

Just as I was becoming his carefully savored dessert, poised to completely come undone, Sebastian’s phone suddenly rang, sharp and insistent.

The spell shattered.

pushed him away with flushed cheeks and retreated to my room on unsteady legs, locking the door firmly behind me.

Author

In the living room, Alpha Sebastian answer his phone, his tone shifting to something formal. “Father.”

His posture straightened as he spoke, like the mere sound of that word demanded a return to formality.

Whatever ease had been in his frame moments before was gone-replaced with sharp lines and a barely-there tension humming beneath his skin.

On the other end, his father’s voice was low, measured with something that sounded like reluctance. “Zane called. His daughter’s been staying with someone in your building, but apparently that person left without notice. The girl’s in the lobby now. Alone. Can you bring her up and keep an eye on her until Zane arrives?” The weight of the room seemed to shift.

The temperature didn’t actually drop, but it felt colder somehow-like the words had sucked the warmth out of the air.

Alpha Sebastian’s jaw tensed, a muscle ticking near his temple.

His thumb brushed along the seam of the couch cushion as he leaned back, spine stiff, eyes narrowed in thought.

“That’s what he said? Exactly?”he asked, voice low and even, like a blade laid flat on a table.

“Yes,”came the reply. “She’s down there right now. I can send you a photo if-”

“That won’t be necessary,”Sebastian cut in, voice going from cold to glacial.

He tapped his fingers once-twice-against the armrest, a steady rhythm that didn’t match the tension building in his shoutders. “I know what she looks like. ”

Silence stretched out, taut and uncomfortable.

Then, Sebastian spoke again, his tone final. “Tell Uncle Zane I’ll send someone to keep an eye on her. He can collect her from building management. ”

His father hesitated. “Wouldn’t it be better if you brought her upstairs yourself? Just to calm her down-”

“It’s late,”Sebastian said, already rising to his feet. “Goodnight, Father.” He ended the call before another word could be spoken, thumb pressing down on the screen with finality.

For a moment, he stood still in the center of the room, phone still in hand, eyes unfocused as if weighing something invisible.

Then, with a sharp exhale, he moved-stepping into motion like a machine winding back to life.

He crossed the room in long strides, pulled open the sliding glass door, and stepped out onto the balcony.

More phone calls followed – one of them lasting quite a while.

Cecilia

I woke to morning light streaming through the windows.

Reaching for my phone, I discovered a text Sebastian had sent in the early hours:* Rest well. Come upstairs for breakfast when you wake.Liam will prepare your favorite food.*

My heart fluttered before I caught myself.

No, Cecilia. Don’t be fooled by food. This is just physical attraction clouding your judgment.*

* Right. Exactly. Just sex, no feelings.*

I needed to stay firm in my resolve to be the heartbreaker, not the heartbroken.

Ignoring his message, I was out of the building before 7:30 AM.

I drove to a nearby coffee shop for breakfast.

If Sebastian or Liam called, I’d simply say I missed the message and had already eaten.

I was contentedly munching on a sandwich and scrolling through my phone when someone slid into the seat across from me.

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