“Okay then,” Harper said.
“He’s not killing you.” Draven shook his head. There’s no way he’d ever allow anything to happen to her.
“A deal’s a deal, Draven. You know that.”
“You’re not killing her.”
“I guess we’ll have to see.” Axel got to his feet, and Draven tensed, his hand on Jett’s knife that he always kept with him. “I hear congratulations are in order.”
Before he could do anything, Axel caught Harper’s face and kissed her hard. She held the towel against her and made no move to embrace Axel.
She did, however, kiss him back.
“I always knew it was you,” Axel said.
“What?”
“Draven wanted you. Always. It’s kind of … sweet. Adios, kids,” Axel said.
Draven watched Axel leave, ready to strike if even for a second it looked like he was going to attack.
“How much did you hear?” Draven asked.
“Not a whole lot. Enough to know that you’re aware of our deal.”
“Yes, what the fuck were you thinking?”
“I was chained to a whipping post, Draven. I was desperate.”
“You think your lies are going to save you.”
Her hands clenched into fists. “My ‘lies’ are the only thing that will save me. If Axel doesn’t find it, I will let him kill me.”
“I won’t let him.”
“It doesn’t matter. He’ll find a way. He’s part of the Stonewall foursome. You know he’ll do what is necessary.” She went to turn away, but he caught her wrist, stopping her from leaving.
“Did you enjoy your swim?” he asked.
“You shoot hot and cold so fast you’re giving me whiplash.”
“Good. It’s what I want.” He pulled her around to his side of the desk, seating her in front of him.
He sat down, took hold of the towel, and spread it open, staring at her. The swimsuit she wore did little to hide her body.
Pulling out Jett’s knife, he watched her tense.
“I’m not going to kill you. I’ve now got to figure out a way to stop Axel from killing you.”
“I find your lack of faith in me insulting.”
“I told you, the past is put to bed. There is no room for it in our future.” He cut the straps of her swimsuit and pulled the chest away from her, slicing it down the center. Another two cuts and it opened away from her body, giving him an uninterrupted view of what belonged to him.
“You can’t change the deal I made.”
“I’m not going to have anything happen to you.”
She smiled. “Are you worried that I’m going to be able to prove what happened ten years ago?”
“There’s no chance of that,” he said.
He turned her around so that she was flat against the desk. Anything in her way or that could cause her pain, he pushed to the floor and ran his hand up her back to cup her neck. He stroked back down to her ass and spread her cheeks.
Draven stared at the puckered hole of her anus and her wet, creamy cunt. Both were begging to be fucked.
He opened the drawer of his desk and pulled out a tube of lubrication. Opening the cap, he pressed some above her anus and watched the clear liquid drip down.
When he had enough on her, he dropped the lube back in the drawer. She gasped as he slid his fingers between her crack, stroking over her asshole.
“What are you doing?”
“I’m playing.”
“Shouldn’t you be working?”
“Probably, but right now, I want to watch you.”
With his other hand, he cupped her pussy, sliding two fingers inside her, watching her open up for him, taking his fingers. Soon, he’d fill her with his cock, and when he did, she’d scream for more.
As he pushed a finger inside her asshole, she let out a pained grunt, and he gave her time to get accustomed to that one finger.
His patience was wearing thin, and he wanted to own every single part of her. With Axel’s presence, he felt this overriding need to take her, to claim her, to know that every single part of her belonged to him and him alone.
He pumped his finger inside her ass until she started to wriggle back against him. Her pussy was already soaking wet, and he finger-fucked her with his other hand, working up a pace for her to love it. He added a second finger into her ass and started to spread his fingers so it would stretch her asshole wider.
“I’m taking this today.”
She moaned.
“I’m going to fuck you and fill you, baby. You’re going to be my own personal fuck toy. No more sharing. No one else is going to see what belongs to me.”
He worked her ass at the same time as her pussy, driving her toward an orgasm but refusing to let her find release. Whenever she was close, he’d stop teasing her, and that would drive her crazy.
She’d whimper and moan his name, begging for more of what he could give her.