CHAPTER 13
Corporal Punishment
Harper
Luke’s eyes darken and his smile turns positively wicked, making me soaked. His fingers trail up my thigh and slide under my skirt.
“Honey?” His other hand tightens around the back of my neck. “Are you certain, pet?”
I whimper at that name. He used it during the hunt and a few other times. Always when he wants to control and dominate me. Fuck, I need that right now.
These guys are in my blood and my head, filling me with promises of a future. When all we really have is right here and now. It’s possible we could be something more. But we're young and the future is a long way away.
"Yes, Death." I raise my eyebrow in challenge.
He presses his hard cock against my stomach and my insides tighten in need. "Do you want a taste, pet?"
My heart pounds as my eyes search his. Maybe he needs this as much as I do. To reestablish the lines that have grown so blurry.
It doesn't matter that the Cheermonsters call mepet. Luke never does it in public. Only when we're like this. It helps me remember who I am. Who he is.
He's the owner and I'm his pet. But I've never been a docile one.
I wet my lips, never taking my gaze from his. I cock my head and narrow my eyes. "Make me."
His eyes light with an unholy light and his smile is evil before his lips take mine. He forces his tongue into my mouth. He tastes of whiskey and soda and darkness. I drink from his lips, wanting this moment to never end.
His heat engulfs me. I reach between us and pull his belt loose. As I undo his button, he growls low in the back of his throat. My insides tremble with excitement. He grabs my hands and slams my wrists against the wall next to my head.
"You'll take what I give you," he whispers against my lips before diving in again. My whole being is in flames as he rocks against me. We both know how good it feels to be locked together in passion.
When he steps back and releases me, I almost fall as my body tries to stay connected to his. He draws his belt out of his pants, folding it and snapping it.
"Run, pet."
My eyes widen.
He wouldn't.
With the belt?
Would he?
The others lean against the wall. Their faces in shadow. My breath catches, even as that fire burns hotter. I’ve woken their darkness and now it wants to play with me. Fuck if I don’t want to play with it too.
I take off down the hallway. It's not much different from the game of hide-and-seek except he gives me no time to hide beforehe's after me. They’re all after me. Their heavy steps fall in line with mine, making me run harder.
They’re toying with me. They could easily catch me. Crash against me and have me on the ground.
Fuck. I reach the stairs and stumble, falling to my hands and knees on the steps. Before I can scramble up, he's on me. Luke grabs my hands and pulls them above me in one of his, forcing me awkwardly onto the steps.
His other hand reaches between my legs and grabs hold of my panties. "I preferred the lacy thong, pet."
He rips the panties from my body and I gasp at the sting as the fabric tears. I have no time to process before his fingers find my center and push in deep. I whimper at the need for more.
"So fucking wet for me." His nose trails up the nape of my neck and then his lips follow. I can't breathe. He doesn't move his fingers, but I want him to. I need him to fuck me. To remind me that this is what we are. Two animals in heat.
That's all we're good for. Is this.
