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“What if someone sees?” She sounds panicked, looking everywhere except where I want her to.

“I don’t give a shit. Now, be a good girl and keep your eyes on me. I want to watch you come on my lips.”

Before she even has a chance to respond, I dive into her sweet cunt like a starving man being offered his first meal. I lick and suck at a furious pace, loving the taste of her on my tongue.

Harper quickly loses herself to the overwhelming pleasure I’m giving her, and with her gaze fixed on me, she knocks my baseball cap off and grabs hold of my hair, rocking against my face as she takes what she needs from me. Her soft moans echo around the car park for all to hear, but neither of us care if people can see, we’re both too lost in the moment.

When I feel her getting closer to her release, I suck hard on her clit as I push two fingers into her wet pussy, dragging a strangled cry from her lips as she begs for more.

“Lawson… Please, I’m so close… Please.”

I look up at her from on my knees as I quickly thrust my fingers in and out, curling them at just the right time when I’m deep inside, until Harper is gasping for air.

“Are you going to come for me, sweetheart? Are you going to come all over my tongue?”

She nods her head as she rocks against my face, her grip on my hair tightening to the point it’s almost painful, but I allow her to pull me closer so I can keep tasting her.

“Yes. Oh, Law… Please, can I come?” she begs, her leg trembling as she puts more of her weight on my shoulder so I can keep her upright.

“Come for me,” I tell her, wrapping my mouth around her clit, sucking and nibbling on it as I continue to fuck her cunt with my fingers.

Harper lets out a loud cry that quickly turns into a guttural moan as her orgasm rips through her body, making her violently tremble, and I have to hold her tightly so she doesn’t fall over.

Her pussy grips my fingers to the point I can’t even move them, and I softly lick her clit through her release, dragging it out for as long as I can. When she finally stops shaking, I ease my fingers from her dripping cunt, and keep my gaze fixed on hers as she watches me lick them clean.

Her chest rises and falls rapidly as she tries to catch her breath, but her eyes blaze with fire as she watches me on my knees, cleaning her juices off my fingers. When I’m satisfied that I’ve gotten every drop, I lift her leg off my shoulder and place it on the ground. I keep my grip on her hips firm until I’m sure she’s not going to fall.

When her breathing returns to normal, and her legs are no longer wobbling like jelly, I stand back up, grabbing my baseball cap as I do. I secure it on backwards before pulling the hoodie down to cover Harper’s beautiful curves. She stares at me with a small smile on her face, suddenly looking very fucking shy, like she wasn’t just riding my face and screaming my name.

I lean in close, my eyes drawn to her lips, and Harper freezes, her big, beautiful blue eyes watching me as I slowly edge closer. Her pink, plump lips are calling to me, and I’m so unbelievably tempted by them, but at the last second, I turn my head and place a kiss just beside the corner of her mouth.

Harper lets out a soft sigh that almost sounds like a groan, but she doesn’t say anything, and so I quickly change the subject, not wanting to draw attention to the fact I can’t kiss her.

I run my finger over my own lips before pulling it into my mouth. “This is my new favourite taste. This might even be my new breakfast,” I tell her, loving the way her eyes grow wide before she quickly turns shy again.

There’s a sexually adventurous girl buried deep inside Harper, I’m sure of it. She’s just been repressed by years of ‘training’ to become what the Order expects of her. The Order no longer has any expectations of her, freeing her to explore the side of herself she’s had to ignore for so long.

I am incredibly bloody excited that I get to be the one to help her find that side of herself, to help her live out all of her dirtiest fantasies. I have a few of my own I plan on experiencing with Harper. But I have a sneaking suspicion that she’s more of a turn-on than any fucking fantasy ever could be, and that’s what makes her so dangerous.

I almost broke one of my rules just now by kissing her, and I can’t risk that. I have rules in place for a reason, and no matter how fucking tempting Harper is, I can’t risk breaking them for her.

After taking Harper back to her dorm room, I made the far-too-short journey to my parents’ house. Shadowmere campus is large, set in the middle of nowhere, and it’s a decent drive just to get to the nearest town, which just so happens to be where I grew up.

As my father is a member of the Obsidian Council, with strong ties to the university, we’ve lived nearby my whole life, so he could be close to campus if needed. Growing up, it was never a problem, but now that I’m living on campus, my family aren’t as far away as I’d like them to be—the hour journey is over far too quickly.

We live on the outskirts of town, in a large house that most would probably describe as a mansion. The two-story building is all white concrete, with ivy and other greenery climbing up the sides, giving it a more homey feel. Sadly, the two large white pillars on either side of the door give away just how pompous my family really is.

Our estate covers many acres, with grass and trees as far as the eye can see, making us miles away from our nearest neighbour. It’s so large, it takes me almost five minutes to get from the main entrance gate to the front door; the winding gravel driveway seems to go on forever.

I park my car in its usual spot and take a moment to pull on the mask of indifference I need to wear around my father. Unexpected meetings like this one never go well for me, and if I’m right about why he’s called me here, I won’t like any part of this discussion. So it’s imperative I keep my emotions under control. That way, he can’t ever use them against me—and I’m certain he fucking would.

I’ve barely reached the top step when the large wooden door creaks open to reveal my mother standing there, waiting for me. I’m startled for a moment, as it’s usually a member of staff that greets me at the door. In fact, I can’t remember the last time Mother answered the door, and that in itself has me worried.

As always, Christine Radley looks perfectly put together, not a single hair out of place. Her platinum-blonde hair is pulled back into a fancy bun at the back of her head, and her makeup perfectly emphasises her features, though she’s probably wearing more than a woman her age should.

At forty-eight years old, Mother looks good for her age, but she’s had a lot of help. Botox has smoothed out the fine-lines on her face, and filler has plumped up her lips larger than they should be. The boob job she had several years ago has left them much larger than is natural, but at least she doesn’t have to worry about them sagging.

Everything about her is fake, except for the stupidly expensive designer dress she’s wearing. Even the smile she’s giving me doesn’t quite reach her eyes, and so I don’t bother returning the gesture.