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Conor released his grip on her hair, reaching around to pull the jump rope from the back pocket of Luca’s jeans, where he’d stashed it.
“I think this girl needs to be taught a lesson.” Luca laced his words with as much menace as he could. No easy task when he was fighting like the devil not to smile because he was so fucking happy. He backed up his threat with a hard smack on her ass, half hitting the material of her shorts, the rest landing on the soft skin of her thigh.
Harper gasped, either in shock or pain—maybe both. He liked the sound, so he struck her again. Then again.
Conor and Harper engaged in a mini skirmish as he tried to grab her wrists, while she fought hard to pull them from his grip. In the end, Conor won, dragging both of her arms behind her back. Showing off knotting skills that would make a Boy Scout proud, he secured her arms, then looped the remaining rope around her body, securing it in the back so that it looked like he’d created reins.
Once she was tied up and still bent at the waist, Conor reclaimed his grip on her hair, kneeling in front of her. “You were trespassing where you don’t belong, Goldilocks. You didn’t really think you could escape us, did you?”
Harper decided to change tactics. “Please let me go! I won’t tell anyone about this. I was just taking a quiet walk in the woods. I wasn’t hurting anyone. Please.”
Conor chuckled darkly. “Poor little rabbit. We caught you in our snare. You know what that means?”
She shook her head, though Conor made the movement difficult by tightening his grip.
“It means you’re ours now. And we’re never letting you go,” he taunted. Or at least, Luca suspected that was his intent. The threat had a different effect on Luca, who liked the idea of never letting them go.
Forever was a word that crossed through his mind more and more these days.
Luca reached around her waist, unbuttoning and unzipping her shorts, dragging them over her hips as she tried to kick out. She failed to hit either of them due to the awkwardness of being bent over.
“Let me go!” she yelled.
Luca leaned over her body until his lips grazed her ear. “Safe word?” he whispered.
She laughed. “No fucking way.”
Satisfied, he stood up, staring at Conor, who held her hair in one hand, the makeshift leash/rein in the other.
Luca reached down, sliding his fingers along her drenched slit. “You are a bad girl,” he taunted. “You didn’t want to get away from us at all, did you?”
He lifted his fingers, showing Conor how wet they were. Luca expected him to smile—didn’t anticipate the look of naked hunger on the other man’s face.
Conor reached out, grabbing Luca’s hand, sucking Harper’s juices off his fingers.
When Conor released him, the heat in his gaze almost singed.
“Fuck her with your fingers until she comes,” Conor demanded. Somewhere along the line, he’d taken the lead in this game.
And Luca was here for it.
He drove two fingers inside Harper without preamble, his rough thrusts pushing her forward until the top of her head pressed against Conor’s stomach. Luca took her hard, giving her exactly what she’d asked for in the cabin. She didn’t want gentle. She wanted to be taken, used, claimed, and she’d found just the two men to give her that and more.
Her pussy clenched after a dozen or so thrusts. She groaned in pleasurable pain as she came, crying out when Luca refused to relent, slamming his fingers in and out, drawing out every single twitch and spasm until she went limp over his arm.
“Still with us, baby girl?” Conor asked.
Harper whimpered.
His voice was almost cruel when he spoke again. “You came without our permission. That’s the last time you ever do that, or we’ll be forced to punish you.”
Harper trembled in Luca’s arms, but it certainly wasn’t fear fueling the reaction.
Conor used the hand in her hair to lift her head. “Do you hear me?”
She nodded, but he narrowed his eyes.
“Don’t make me repeat my question, Goldilocks.”
