Page 106 of In Darkness We Claim

“Before tonight, I was under the impression they hated each other. Neither were happy when their parents got married, and they’ve been fighting ever since,” Bram explains.

Harper chuckles as she looks over her shoulder at me. “There’s a fine line between love and hate.”

Her mention of the L-word is like a knife to my gut, and I freeze, no longer swaying along with the music. Harper’s eyes widen when she realises what she’s said. I mean, it’s not like she’s admitting how she feels, but it’s pretty damn close.

We both know we can’t fall in love, as we don’t have a future together. Catching feelings is only going to hurt us both in the long run.

Harper opens and closes her mouth, as if she’s trying to find something to say that will undo her previous sentence. “I just mean, hate isn’t always what it seems.”

I nod, my lips pressed into a tight line, and Harper lifts her glass, downing the rest of her wine in one gulp before putting it on the table beside me. “I’m going to get another drink,” she says, but I keep my arm tightly around her waist.

“Bram will get it. You stay here where I can see you,” I tell her, which earns me a scowl, but she doesn’t argue.

I pass our drinks order to Bram, who grabs hold of Wren and drags her along with him. To change the subject, I lean in close to Harper’s ear once more. “I bet you’d look sexy dancing like that.”

Harper looks over her shoulder at me, suddenly shy. “I’m not sure I’d be very good at it.”

I place the bottle of beer I have in one hand down on the table, before grabbing both of her hips, pulling her hard against me. Her hips are swaying in time to the music; I just help move them even more, making sure she can feel the way my dick throbs every time she grinds against me.

“I think you’re pretty fucking great at it,” I tell her as I pepper soft kisses across her neck.

She reaches back and wraps her arms around my neck, and the movement causes her to arch her back, pushing out her fucking gorgeous tits. I groan as she pulls on my hair, holding me close as she tries to mimic some moves Maddie is doing on the pole.

My cock throbs painfully against the confines of my jeans, and it’s only made worse when I slide a hand lower, feeling the silky softness of her skin as I slip beneath the hem of her dress.

There are people all around us, caging us in, and a quick glance confirms nobody is paying us any attention. I see Bram over by the wall, having not made it to the bar. Wren’s back is against it, and his hand is wrapped around her throat, but she doesn’t seem to be pushing him away.

I have no idea what Bram is doing, but he’s playing with fire and needs to stay away from Wren. I just hope Harper doesn’t see them, as I’ll never hear the end of it.

Luckily, she’s far too distracted by the way I’m scraping my fingers along her sensitive flesh, edging closer to her core. I slowly make my way to her slit, dipping the tip of my finger in just enough to feel how soaked she is.

“You’re already so fucking wet for me, dirty girl,” I growl against her cheek, a moan slipping past her lips when I reach her clit.

I move my fingers away quickly, leaving her pouting as she rocks her hips toward my hand, desperately seeking the contact I’m denying her. “Please,” she begs.

Giving in to her sweet plea, I slide my finger between her folds, trailing it through her slit before pressing against her clit, drawing a deep moan from her throat.

She presses her arse against my throbbing length, the friction sending a jolt through me. With a soft sigh, she begins to rock, her hips swaying rhythmically against my palm. As I glide my thumb over her sensitive peak, a tremor runs through her, a gasp escaping her lips.

Throwing her head back onto my shoulder, I tenderly kiss her cheek. As she moves her hips against my hand in time with the music, her mouth falls open, and I slide two fingers into her dripping cunt.

We’re both so lost in each other, it’s like we don’t even realise—or care—that we’re in the middle of the dance floor, surrounded by people in Halloween outfits. No one is paying us any attention, and if they were, they’d have to look closely to see we’re doing more than just dancing.

Harper turns her face and captures my lips with hers, stealing a bruising kiss as she tilts her pelvis, pushing my fingers deeper inside. I swallow her whimpers that only grow louder when I stroke my thumb over her clit harder, driving her closer to her release.

Her pussy walls tighten around me, her hips moving more frantically as she chases her release, my fingers curling in just the right way to help her see stars.

“Oh, fuck. Please, Law… Please, can I… Oh, shit, can I come?” she begs, pressing quick kisses against my lips in between each sweet plea.

I press my fingers in deeper, curling them as I swipe my thumb over her clit as quickly as I can, whilst trying to ignore the ache growing in my balls. I refuse to come in my trousers like a fucking teenager who’s never had sex.

“Come for me, sweetheart,” I tell her, capturing her lips straight after so I can swallow the cries of pleasure as her orgasm rips through her.

Harper trembles within my hold, her pussy fluttering around my fingers before gripping them tight, her whole body shuddering as her release floods her system. I take all of her cries and whimpers, loving the way she screams my name before her eyes flutter under the weight of her desire.

When she finally comes down from the orgasm, her body sagging against mine, I gently pull my fingers from her dripping cunt, loving how she hisses from the loss. I push them into her mouth and she doesn’t hesitate to lick them clean, grinding her arse against my hard length as she does.

“Come on, I’m not done with you yet,” I tell her as I grab hold of her hand and pull her along behind me. She quickly straightens her dress and allows me to drag her to the closest door, which I know leads outside.