Rejected Their Broken Luna Chapter 115: Chap-115*Losing Everything To Him.*

Cynthia Dion:

My heart was pumping hard after hearing that. While his hand had unrestricted access to my pants, I felt his breath against my neck. He had no intention of stopping, and I had no desire to push back.

He wasn’t reluctant either, since he knew I was freely allowing him to touch me and perform acts on me. He poked his fingers into my genital area while I wailed on the wall. My desire for more was sated by his other hand massaging my breasts.

"I know you like it when I play with your body," His comments were able to make me really horny. I felt his hard dick against my butt, but as he stuck his second finger inside of me, I turned to look at his hand.

"Ahhh-Hhhh!" I groaned as I felt him insert and remove his fingers from me. Each time he groaned while his fingers slid into my vagina, I wanted to rush into his arms.

I had only ever wanted one person, and that was him. He was enough to make me wet.

He turned me around and then waited a short while. Our gazes were fixed on one another. He saw my boobs on the rise and fall of my chest and tore apart my dress to see my boobs covered in a white bra.

He was clearly eager for my nipples as I witnessed the swallow that went down his throat. I unhooked my bra and let it drop while letting him gaze at my body.

I was jealous of the way his eyes widened in response to the scene.

He placed his hand on my boob before using his fingers to delicately squeeze my nipples. I observed him get giddy and forcefully lick my tits with his lips.

In order to properly finger me, he moved his hand down and slightly elevated one leg. I undressed him to start the pleasure as he kissed my whole upper body. He tightened the kiss, pressing his lips firmly against mine and blending our breaths together.

He stripped us off and bent down to drag me under the shower, turning me around and bending me into the wall. As he pushed the tip of his dick over my vagina from the rear, he moved his hands from under my arms and grasped my boobs with both of them.

"Arghh-hhhhhahh!" When he put his dick inside of me, I groaned loudly. He kept continuing and pushing my breast while forcing me to firmly shut my feet and bite my bottom lip.

It was the warmest I’ve ever felt inside of me, but as he spun me around and lifted my leg to fuck me from the front, everything changed.

His lips had gotten nearer to mine. He brushed his lips across mine with every jolt I felt inside. Every time they touched following his push, the tiny gap between our lips prompted us to groan loudly.

He didn’t stop this night, unlike the other one, until he was done inside of me. I was finally his girl, thanks to him!

He held me fiercely, burying his face in me, and I felt his arms around my body.

He held me close enough to tell me that he wasn’t prepared to give up on me and said, "I cannot see you with him anymore, Cynthia."

"Atticus, I want to be your mate," I declared. Even though we were both with our mates, it was getting harder for us to ignore the pull between our bodies.

"I love you," he said, and I awed, parting my lips when I heard what he had said.

"Can I mark you?" he asked me the question I had been wanting to hear with a comforting smile on his lips. I have been waiting to hear it.

"Really?" I inquired in a happy tone.

"Yes!" I gasped as he continued to explain, "Let’s mark each other."

"Mark each other?" I asked, erasing the smile from my lips as I realized I couldn't mark him. Why the heck did I not inform him about my wolf’s delayed takeover earlier? How the heck will I mark him now? And what if he gets upset with me and accuses me of hiding things when I don’t mark him?

He scowled a little but forced a grin to ask me, "Is there a problem?"

"It’s just--Mr. Holt will see the mark on my neck and question me," I stumbled, a concern Atticus also picked up on.

"You shouldn’t worry about him," He didn’t seem entirely sure, but at least he was willing to move forward for me.

"I understand that, but---," I was about to say, when his phone rang in the bedroom.

He left to answer the call, giving me the chance to devise a strategy to reveal my wolf secret to him.

"Sure!" I overheard him murmuring to someone. "I told you, it’s over," he added angrily this time. I felt compelled to walk after him and remain by his side.

"Rosalie! We've talked about it," he said her name, reminding me of the video he had shown me when he had abducted me.

What about her, considering he had accepted her as his mate in the past?

The moment he realized I was gone and zoned out, he placed his phone down and turned around to talk to me.

"So," he smiled at me, but since I remained silent, he had to ask me again.

"Cynthia! What is it?" His tone suggested that he understood why I seemed so lost.

"What about her?" I asked, still unable to look him in the eyes. "You marked Rosalie; what about her?" I spoke again.

It seemed like he was hiding something from me.

"Tell me," I insisted, and he broke his silence.

"It’s over. I’ve never had any sort of relationship with her. Even she knows that I have never liked her, so it was only to annoy you," he remarked hastily, his body language highly erratic.

So it was just to get back at me for hanging out with Mr. Holt?