Page 92 of Their Cruel Play
“You help me sleep,” he whispers against my hair. His hand smooths down my back. “How’s your ass?”
A snort of a laugh bursts out of me against his chest. “My ass is okay. Thanks for asking.”
“Do you need any pain meds for it?” His tone is lighter, but there’s a touch of actual warmth in the words.
“I’m not in pain. A touch sore, but not pain.” I put my hand over his heart, feeling the steady rhythm beneath my palm. “Are you okay?”
“I’m a survivor. I’ll be fine. He hasn’t broken me yet, and I won’t let him.” Luke’s hand sinks into my hair, cupping the back of my head. “I’m almost free of him. Just this year left.”
“I used to say the same thing about you guys.” I trace a heart over Luke’s hard pec. “Just one more year, and I’d be free from worrying about you finding me.”
“And now?” Luke slides his hand down to the curve of my hip. “Do you still want to be free?”
My heart stutters in my chest. The answernohovers on my lips. But I should say yes. I should demand my freedom. His fresh scent surrounds me along with his warmth.
Would I really want to give this up? If it made the threats go away and everything returned to exactly how it was before they claimed me? Would I want that back?
My heart squeezes. Would I really want to be anywhere other than in Luke’s arms? Caden’s arms? Nico’s arms? Eli’s arms? Jack’s arms?
“Harper?”
I blow out a breath. “No. I don’t want to be free of you.”
He kisses my temple and holds me tight against him. “Good, because I’m not letting go.”
Luke
Harper sleeps peacefully on her back in my arms. There’s something soft and vulnerable about her in her sleep. I could do anything to her. But honestly, I could and would do anything to her while she’s awake.
I slide my hand beneath the t-shirt covering her, cupping her breast softly before stroking my finger around her nipple. It hardens beneath my touch and so do I.
Fuck, I have a healthy sex drive, but with Harper, it feels like it’s been kicked up even higher. I want her all the time, and the fact that I can take her when and how I want drives me even crazier with lust.
I could even fuck her in her sleep. She’s already given us permission. Lifting up on my elbow so I can watch her face, I drag my hand down her center, over her stomach and past her belly button before sliding between her legs. Leaving her without panties is easy to do when she’s tired and we dress her for bed.
Her face remains passive as I dip into her sweet cunt to gather some wetness on my fingers. I drag my wet finger back upto her clit. Her lips part, and a huff of air blows out. Her legs fall open, but she doesn’t wake up.
I suck my fingers into my mouth, moaning softly at how good she tastes. I wet them thoroughly in my mouth before lowering them back to her pussy, sliding them against her in a steady, slow rhythm.
Her hips buck against my fingers, and a little whimper comes out of her mouth while a little crease forms between her eyes.
“Shh, you’re okay. Go back to sleep, princess. I’ve got you.”
She turns her face into me and sighs before settling back into deep sleep.
My fingers dip lower gently, breaching her entrance. Her soft, soaking cunt clings to my fingers as I slowly work them in and out. Her breathing quickens, but she doesn’t wake up. A flush of color appears above her neckline and onto her cheeks.
Knowing she’s mine, ours, is fucking unbelievable. We don’t deserve someone like her. She definitely deserves better than us. But fuck that. She’s ours.
Her hips softly follow my fingers.
“Do you want to come, pet?” I whisper. I curl my fingers and stroke my thumb along her clit. She arches as her cunt convulses around my fingers. “Good girl.”
If I was a better guy, I’d let her go. I’d push her away and hope all those assholes threatening her would leave her alone. But I’m not a better guy. I’m beginning to buy into Caden’s version of the future.
Harper as one of us.
I remove my fingers and trace her cum on her lips. Her tongue darts out to taste herself.
