Harper
I’m getting ready for school when my bedroom door opens. On a normal day, that would freak me out. But I know it’s probably Luke, and he’s most likely pissed off. I didn’t look at their texts last night. Didn’t even turn on my webcam. I also didn’t sleep well, but fuck them anyway. I shouldn’t need their faces to fall asleep to.
I’m done with their conditioning of me. Putting me between two of them. Kissing me like we’re already fucking. Leaving bruises on my ass from gripping it so tight.
Finishing applying my lipstick, I glance in the mirror to see Luke on the end of my bed, hands behind him, holding him up. His blond hair falls over his cold eyes while his gaze rakes over me. He’s wearing a dark green t-shirt and those jeans that must be custom-made for him.
Not that I’m dressing for them, but I’m sure he appreciates my skater skirt with knee-high skull socks and a black t-shirt with Venom on it. I put my hair into the two top knots again with framing pieces and go with a super dark red lipstick and dark eye makeup. No need to be dragged around by my hair today. My red Converse are the only spot of color in my outfit.
It suits my mood and tells the world to back the fuck off. Hopefully the horsemen get the message.
“Missed you last night and this morning.” Luke’s tone is deceptively easy.
It unnerves me as I slip my hoop earrings in. I expected anger and punishment.
“I took a me-day.” I blot my lips. “Mom and I watched another movie, and I actually got to pay attention to it this time.”
I turn. My skirt twirls around my legs. “Figured you all could use a break from babysitting me.” I walk out of my bathroom and stand between Luke’s legs. “Sorry you missed me.”
His grin should have warned me. “Show me your panties.”
I lift my skirt to show my black lace panties. “I need to make my lunch.”
“I’ll buy you lunch.” He straightens and pulls me down to straddle his lap.
I put my hands on his shoulders like a good girl because punishment is back on the table and I don’t want to end up pantyless in front of everyone. Maybe it would be a good idea to carry a spare set in my purse.
“What if I don’t want cafeteria food?” This close, I can smell his cologne and his minty breath. My insides wind up. I might have missed this yesterday, just a little.
His hard cock, which I’m beginning to wonder if it’s actually packaged meat he keeps in his pants, presses into me. After all, he’s been reluctant to show it. “I’ll take you out for lunch.”
“Like a date?” I smirk at him. “Death is going to take me on a date?”
“Shut up, princess.” He shakes his head and grabs the back of my neck to hold me steady. He captures my lips. I almost forgot how good it feels to be kissed by him. How desirable he makes me feel.
His tongue sweeps along my lower lip, and I want to deny him. I want to show him I’m stronger than that, but with a whimper, my lips part beneath his. My mouth is his. He’s claimed it to be so, and I can’t help but give in to the feel of his tongue brushing against mine.
He pulls back. Before I can lean in and recapture his lips, he sets me beside him on the bed like the kiss was nothing. What the fuck? I steady myself like I don’t feel used. He rubs his thumb against his lips and dark red appears on his skin.
“No smearing lipstick, princess.”
Anger flares through my system. I stand and glare down at him. “Don’t kiss me then, Death.”
Luke grabs my wrist before I can think to get away. I hear footsteps and look up to see Eli, Caden, and Jack walk into my room.
“Can’t punish you without them.” Luke tugs me between his legs. “Ignoring us, disrespecting us for a whole day. You’ve earned another spanking, princess.”
“No, we don’t have time. We have to go to school.” I jerk on my arm, but before I know it, I’m down across Luke’s lap. My skirt is over my hips. With my ass pointed to the others.
“Eli, will you lower Harper’s panties?”
“What? No, you can’t do this. Get the fuck off me.” I struggle uselessly against the hand against my back. I have absolutely no leverage, and there’s no way for me to overpower him.
Eli’s hands brush against my hips as he slides my panties down just enough to expose my ass. I wish I could say that did nothing for me. I wish I could just ignore these guys and what they make me feel inside. Anger at my own body’s betrayal flashes through me.
“This will go easier if you accept we own you, kitten.” His hand brushes over my ass. Sparks light under his touch. “Everyday, every hour, every minute. That when we text, you answer. When we tell you to do something, you do it.”
“I’m not your fucking slave,” I grit out, so furious I barely get out the words.
