I Am The Luna (Moonlight Muse) novel Chapter 208

I place two chicken drumsticks on her plate, and then on my own before adding the pie, and she smiles up at me.

‘Thank you,’ she says through the mind connection.

‘Always.’ I respond.

I could get used to this.

She’s made all my favourites from cheese and potato pie, grilled ribs and steak, roasted potato, chilli con carne and there’s vegetable rice. There are two salads, as well as a few dips. She really did go all out.

She’s a superwoman.

I smile, watching the kids tuck into their chicken happily. I look down at Sia. She’s a lot smaller than Zion.

Gerard…

She’s blood-related to him, yet he had no remorse and still tried to kill my children… I want him dead.

But right now, the incentive is doing what’s needed for Sia and I don’t care who has to pay the price.

She looks up at me as if noticing I’m watching and picks up her tissue, wiping her mouth quickly, and gives me a huge smile.

“Princess, you can have a dirty face, and I wouldn’t care,” I tell her quietly, making her giggle and nod.

I caress the back of her head as she continues eating and my brows furrow.

The antidote…

“Bastien?”

I glance over at Zaia, who is watching me with concern, her hand resting on top of mine on her leg.

“Yes?” I answer, pushing my thoughts away and giving her a small smirk.

“Is everything ok?”

“Absolutely,” I respond, winking at her.

As expected, she smiles softly and relaxes.

She doesn’t need to worry about my problems.

“The food is delicious, by the way.” I compliment, taking a bite of my pie.

“Thanks,” she replies.

The others chat and I give my input here and there as we eat, enjoying the food and I relax in the company of my family.

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It’s much later, and I had to force Mom to leave. If Dad figures out where she is it would just be more drama. She leaves reluctantly, begging to be able to see the kids again, and only when Zaia promises she can, does she leave?

The room is dark, lit with candles that flicker. A seductive scent, which is Zaia’s favourite fragrance, fills the air and petals are scattered over the bed.

I glance down the hall before stepping inside and locking the door behind me.

Talking can wait…

The curtains are drawn and there are two glasses of wine and a platter of chocolates and strawberries with dipping sauce sitting beside the bed and, as for the star of the show herself…

I turn and see her leaning against the wall behind the door.

A tiny black satin gown is slipping off her shoulders, her tiny lace black lingerie only emphasising her smooth creamy skin and her boobs are almost spilling out. She has her arms wrapped around her waist.

She has one heeled foot against the wall and she’s looking directly at me with those gorgeous amethyst eyes.

She smiles seductively at me as she slowly backs me up to the bed before placing her hands on my shoulders and forcing me to sit.

I oblige, leaning back as I look up at her. A few curls fall in front of her eyes, and I reach up, brushing them back.

“Hello, Sexy Senorita…” I murmur, making her smirk as she pushes me onto my back.

“Welcome home My Sexy Beast…” she purrs as she climbs on top of me, pressing her pussy to my already hard cock and her lips to mine…