Especially Death himself.
CHAPTER 45
The Parley
Luke
Patience and control have been my mistresses for a long time. I’ve needed to hold myself in check. My father requires it of me, and I’m not allowed to fail him.
But Harper tests both. She needs a steady hand, and right now mine are shaking.
Her breath hitches in the darkness. The scent of her arousal still lingers in the air around me. The feel of her lips and tongue against my skin plays over and over in my mind. The guys and I hoped we could move the boundaries to get some relief from the massive hard-ons Harper leaves us with every day, and show her what we have to offer her.
The girl has never experienced an orgasm. Tonight she got so fucking close. And then her mom called and ended all the fun.
Harper wants her punishment. Or rather doesn’t want to be punished, but wants it now when I’m so fucking keyed up, I’m about to explode if I can’t sink into her warm, tight pussy.
Honestly, I wouldn’t have punished her for this, but then Harper had to get mouthy about it. She can’t seem to help pushing me. Making me need to punish her.
Like she can dictate when and where she gets a punishment. She’s mine to control now, but she pushes at the edges of her cage just a little every time. Seeing if I’ll allow her to run free. Now that she’s mine though, she’ll never get away. She just hasn’t figured that out yet.
“Luke, I didn’t mean—” Her voice is softer, and I can hear just a hint of fear, trying to get out of what she’s asked for. That hint of defiance she can’t seem to resist.
“Stop, princess.” Taking a breath, I have myself under control enough to do what I have to. Though I haven’t completely decided how to punish her.
“I—”
“Come here.” I push my seat all the way back and hold out my hand to her. Tonight we would have broken her down until she came with us around her, watching her fall apart for all of us. It wouldn’t have mattered whose tongue was in her pussy. It would have been all of us.
She shrinks away from my hand. “You can punish me tomorrow. I swear.”
I snap my fingers and hold my hand out. Impatience tugs at me, but I can’t let it win.
She sighs, resigning herself to my will. When her hand slips into mine, something settles within me. I reel her in. She raises up on her knees, a shadow in the darkness, but she hesitates.
“Straddle my lap, princess.” I keep emotion out of my voice. I can control the lust flooding my body. Even if I have the worst case of blue balls ever.
She still hesitates.
I release a breath.
“This will go faster if you just submit. You wanted punishment,” I remind her. “Come and get it.”
Her hand tightens on mine as she slips over the center console and straddles my lap, sitting on my thighs instead of against me where she belongs.
Tsking her, I grab her hips to bring her against me. I’m still hard. I swear I always am around her. If I thought the others would be cool with it, I would take care of her virginity right now and get it out of the way.
But we agreed. And I have control. Even with her bare pussy pressed against my pants, I can control my lust. I don’t move my hands from her hips.
“Take off my shirt,” I order.
This close, even in the dark, I can make out her features. She’s unsure where this is going. Unfortunately it can’t go very far because our game got interrupted.
“Hurry, Harper. We need to get you home so you don’t get grounded.” I slip some boredom and arrogance into my tone.
She reaches for the hem of my shirt and pulls it over my head, dropping it onto her seat. I return my hands to her hips.
“Now take off yours.”
