For ten minutes, I watched her. Every turn, every climb, every split was measured, perfect. She didn’t look at me or past me. She danced for herself, and the longer I watched, the more I saw that this wasn’t about seduction at all. It was about proving a point: you can break a body, but not a will.
When the song ended, she came down from the stage, arms loose at her sides, and waited for my next order.
“Crawl.”
She got on her knees, hands splayed on the thick carpet, and crawled to me. Her hair fell forward, veiling her face, but I saw the flush at her neck, the pulse at her throat. I wondered if it was anger or shame or something worse.
When she reached my feet, she knelt and waited.
I let the silence stretch again, feeling the electric push-pull of where our bond should be. My wolf clawed at my ribs, wanting to lick the wounds, wanting to pull her to us. But I made him wait, just like I made her wait.
I watched her breathing, slow and steady; the muscles of her back tensing and releasing. I wondered if she knew who I was. I wondered if it would matter.
I stood before her. “Lean up and take my cock out of my pants. Do not look at my face.” I wanted to punish her. Wantedto make her feel the anguish and humiliation I felt the day I came for her to find she’d left me without so much as a goodbye.
She did exactly as I’d commanded. She unzipped my pants and took my rock-hard dick out with practiced hands.
“Now use your mouth and worship it like it’s the alpha cock you always dreamed of,” I said. The words tasted filthy, angry, but accurate.
She moaned deep in her throat, and took me in, inch by inch.
“I want my cock all the way down your throat. You need to suck it down as far as you can, girl. Use your tongue to lap up all of your spit around it. You know how to do it. I’m sure you’ve had a fair number of dicks in this mouth. Show me how deep you can take me. How much you want it.”
She sucked my dick like it was the last one she’d ever have in her throat. Her groans only made it sweeter. I saw her clench her thighs together as her fucking pussy dripped for me. I wanted to shove my fingers inside her until she writhed.
I pulled her hair back so I could control her as I shoved my cock down her throat.
“That’s it, baby. Take me all the way down. I can see your throat bulge with the tip of my cock. And when I come down your throat, you take it all. Don’t spill a drop.” Her moans told me she was ready for it.
“God, you feel so good. I can’t hold it any longer.” My release came in waves of cum down her throat, and even as she struggled, she swallowed, tears running down her face. From her moans and the way her hips shuddered, I knew she came right along with me. Incredible.
“Tell me something. You always make yourself come when strangers fuck your face?” I asked, voice ragged.
“No, I’ve only done that once. And it was this time. I think because it was for my fated mate,” she whispered.
Her eyes slowly met mine.
“You owe me an explanation, Harper.”
“I wish I could talk to you, but…” She cut her eyes to the camera in the corner.
“That camera isn’t filming us right now.” I helped her up and handed her dress to her and a bottle of water.
After putting the dress on, she sat next to me.
“There’s too much to tell, Jess. Just know that I never wanted to leave you, and I never stopped loving you. I never rejected you. My father did all of that. All of this. I’m a prisoner here. Steiner would kill me or my sister if he knew I was talking to you or knew who you were.”
My rage seeped out of me the more she spoke. I sat her on my lap so I could hold her for the few minutes I had left.
“I’m going to fix this and find a way to get you away from him. I’ll keep you safe when I do. Do you trust me?”
“Always.”
Then I kissed her. I tasted a trace of myself on her tongue, but I also tasted Harper. Peaches and vanilla and a flood of memories swept over my soul. At that moment, I didn’t care who I had to kill; Harper Lawson was mine and I would claim her as soon as I could. Nothing and nobody would stop me this time.
Chapter 5
Harper
