Page 83 of In Darkness We Claim

“Fuck, your sweet little cunt is so tight. But you were made for this. You were born to be nothing more than holes to be used, somewhere for men to sink their dicks into and fill with cum. That’s why Daddy sold you, isn’t it? I can feel how wet you are for me, dirty girl.” Each of his words sound breathy as they’re punctuated by him thrusting into her, but it’s clear his dirty talk is having the desired effect on the blonde, as her cries of pleasure get more high-pitched and frantic.

I’m so lost in the moment, watching something I very much shouldn’t be, that I let out a yelp when someone presses against my back. They quickly wrap a hand around my mouth to swallow the sound, and although that makes me panic more, it only takes me a fraction of a second to calm down when I recognise a very familiar scent—Lawson.

I turn my head to look over my shoulder, my cheeks flushing with embarrassment at being caught in such a predicament, but that quickly fades when I catch the fire in Lawson’s silver gaze. His hand on my hip tightens as he pulls my back flush against his chest, his hard length straining through his jeans, pressing against my arse.

He removes his hand from my mouth, watching my throat as I gulp, before he wraps his fingers around the front of my neck, holding me in position.

“I-I… I’m sorry, I…” I try to stutter out an apology, but I can’t find the right words.

How the hell do I say I’m sorry for spying on his best friend while he’s fucking some girl? How do I explain that I should have walked away, but I didn’t, and I have no bloody idea why?

I don’t know what I was expecting Lawson to say, but I definitely didn’t think he’d remain silent, or that he’d turn my head away from him, guiding me back to watching the show in front of me.

A warm breath tickles my skin as his lips press kisses against my neck, stopping just below my ear, as the sensation sends a flutter of butterflies soaring through my stomach.

His voice is barely above a whisper as he says, “Do you like what you see, sweetheart?”

I open my mouth to respond, before quickly closing it again, unsure if this is a trick or not. Does he want me to be honest? Or should I tell him what he probably wants to hear?

Then I remember Lawson is big on me being honest, on using my words to express myself, and so despite it being very much out of my comfort zone, I pull in a ragged breath and answer honestly. “Yes. I didn’t think I would, but...”

I leave it hanging, knowing Lawson can fill in the blanks. But I should have known he wouldn’t leave it at that. His voice takes on a rough edge as he asks, “What do you like about it?”

My heart thrums a frantic rhythm against my ribs, and I fear he might feel the erratic fluttering through my skin, where his lips rest against the pulse point on my neck. My chest heaves in shallow, rapid gasps, the air catching in my throat. A dizzying sensation washes over me, but it’s an almost pleasant disorientation.

My core tightens with anticipation, and I’m sure my knickers are already ruined from how wet I am.

“She looks like she enjoys being at his mercy,” I whisper, my voice shaking with the admission.

His grip on my throat tightens as he asks, “Would you like to be at my mercy?”

Even though he’s holding my head back against his shoulder, I nod into his hand. “Yes.” The word sounds more like a breath, a wish, and it sits heavily between us.

I’m no longer denying that I want Lawson. He’s awakened my body to the pleasure I didn’t even know existed, but now that I do, I can’t get enough. But it’s not just the sex…it’s him. There’s something about Lawson. Even when he’s being an overbearing arsehole, I’m still drawn to him like a moth to a flame.

He promised to corrupt me, to ruin me for all other men, and that’s already happened. When we have to walk away at the end of this year, I don’t know if I’ll ever be able to move on, to forget the way he makes me feel.

In just a few short weeks, he’s made me feel more like myself than I ever have before, and I’m worried that without Lawson by my side, I’ll go back to being invisible, bowing to everyone else’s demands, while mine continue to go unmet.

Lawson’s lips push those thoughts aside as he sucks on my neck, sending shivers down my spine as I arch into him, feeling his hard cock rubbing against me.

“I want to know all of your fantasies. All the sexual desires you’ve ignored, or pretended don’t exist…I want them all. I want to be the person who brings those dreams to life.”

Well, fuck, if my knickers weren’t ruined before, they sure are now.

Lawson drags his hand from my neck, trailing his fingers over my collarbone before stopping on the neckline of the baggy T-shirt I’m wearing. He slides his hand beneath the fabric, letting out a low groan when he finds I’m not wearing a bra, his fingers going straight to my nipple.

“Tell me, sweetheart. I need to know.” He rocks his dick against my arse to emphasise his point.

Even though my first instinct is to be embarrassed, to shut him down and tell him a proper Order Lady like me doesn’t have such fantasies, we both know that’s not true. Besides, part of me wants to trust him with this information, just to see what he does with it.

Though his touch on my nipples is sending my head spinning, not to mention the noises coming from inside Bram’s room, I try to block it all out and focus on keeping my voice sounding confident.

“I like the idea of you taking what you want from me, whenever you want it, or when I least expect it. Almost like you have to force me,” I admit, and Lawson’s deep groan suggests he approves.

He scrapes his teeth over my neck as he twists my nipples, and I bite my lip to hold back the noises I don’t want Bram to hear. “What if there are people around? Would you mind if they watch?”

I pause, trying to block out the sensation of his tongue on my nipple as I think over my answer. “Honestly, I’m not sure. I don’t think I’d like people seeing me in such a vulnerable way, but I know what it’s like to get lost in you, so I might not even care.”