“By what? Telling me his fucking sob story that isn’t true? Do youthink I’m naive enough to fall for a fucker like that? That I’ll believe his word over yours? He’s a fucking sociopath at the least, and a psychopath at the worst.”
“I don’t want you near him.”
“I’m not dropping the class.” She crosses her arms over her chest. “That’s the only thing that would solve this. Ms. Sullivan won’t change partners unless I have a damn good reason. Whilehe creeps me out and makes the guys who own me angryare good excuses for us, they won’t be for her.”
“Why didn’t you tell us?” I grit out. She should have come to me right away. She should have fucking trusted me with this. I’ve given her no reason not to trust me. I’ve proven myself time and time again, and I’m getting sick of always caving.
Her lips press together in a stubborn expression.
“You’re a smart girl, little nympho. You knew we’d find out eventually, so why not tell us?” I use my size to intimidate people, but Harper is too damn comfortable with me.
“What would be the point? You couldn’t do anything.” She shoves my chest to push me away, but I don’t budge. “What would you have done? Gone over to his house and beat him up? Gotten arrested?”
A flash of fear rushes through her eyes. Is she worried about me? That stops me for a second. She’s not wrong. I hate the guy. Him having access to Harper will drive me mad.
How do we fix this? How do we get him away from Harper?
“We need to punish her,” Luke says.
Her dark eyes narrow, and her lips press together. This is my shit to deal with. She’s mine to punish.
“Do you understand why you’re being punished, little nympho?” When I reach out, she flinches, but I just push her hair behind her ear.
“Because you guys are assholes.” She knocks my hand away. Fuck, she’s feisty tonight. Normally I’d slowly ease her out of her mood, but rage brews deep inside me. I want her to fight back. I want her to argue with me.
Tanner having access to Harper makes my blood boil. That she thinks she can decide how to handle him adds to the heat pouring through me. She’s mine to protect.
“Try again, little nympho.” My fingers flex, needing to make sure she knows her place.
“Okay, you’re controlling dicks.” She gives me a fuck-you smile.
“Strip.” My voice is calm, but when she meets my eyes, she almost steps back. Almost. Her smile falls. By the end of tonight, she’ll learn to not keep things from me.
She crosses her arms and would look down her nose if I weren’t a foot taller than her. “No.”
“Who do you belong to, Harper?” I may sound calm, but the anger festers inside me like an open wound.
“Myself, War.”
“Wrong answer.”
“Fuck. Off.”
My hand goes to her throat, and I push her back until she’s up against the wall. I don’t tighten my grip, just hold her there. Still no fear in her eyes.
I can feel the guys’ eyes on us. They’re patiently waiting for when I need their assistance. Or if they need to pull me off her.
“You belong to me, little nympho.” My other hand goes to her jeans button.
Her eyes widen, and her hands grab my wrist. “You can’t own me.”
“But I do. You let me in, little nympho. You became mine.” Despite her efforts, I undo her button and slide her zipper down. I lower my head until my lips hover over hers. “Nothing is going to change that.”
Her hot breath bathes my lips as she huffs. “It’s temporary.”
I slide my hand beneath her panties and thrust my finger into her soaking wet pussy. “This pussy belongs to me. Forever.”
She draws in a sharp breath.
