Page 164 of Please Hate Me

“S-stop!” she panted.

“That’s not our safe word,” Lucian reminded. “If you want me to stop, say trust.”

But she didn’t. Instead, she closed her eyes tight and parted her lips. She arched her hips toward him, and I pulled away so I could be near her face. Slowly, I started to run my hand along my length. Every moan, whimper, and curse caused my cock to throb, but it wasn’t enough. I loved hearing her enjoy herself, but it wasn’t what I wanted.

“Go on, sweetpea. Say it for me.”

Finally, her asymmetric gaze met mine, and she tilted her head into the mattress.

“Daddy,” she whispered, and the spring of release tightened in my stomach.

“Say it again, louder,” Lucian ordered.

“Daddy!”

I expected her to scream; instead, it came out as more of a whiny plea. But it was that whine that did me in. A hot burst of cum surged out of me, coating Mason’s face—Luckily, it missed her eyes. I fell onto the bed as I tried to catch my breath, and that’s when Lucian scooped her up, mess and all.

“I think I’ve seen doughnuts with less glaze than you,” he teased. For emphasis, he used his index finger to wipe some of the semen off her cheek and then popped it into his mouth, making a show of enjoying the taste.

“You’re an asshole!” she exclaimed, but underneath all the bodily fluids, she was grinning from ear to ear.

Lucian had always been terrible at aftercare. Sophia told him to clean me up one night, and all he did was throw a pack of baby wipes at me and tell me to suck it up. But tonight, he went over the top for Mason. Not only did he help her shower, he also applied lotion to the red welts left on her arms by the ropes, dressed her in one of my shirts,andbraided her hair.

While he did all that, I turned the power back on and changed my sheets.

Before Mason was allowed to lay down for the night, Lucian forced her to eat a snack and drink a bottle of water. He even carried her to bed and practically tucked her in between the two of us.

The second Mason rested her head on my chest, she was out. Still, Lucian and I waited a couple of minutes before talking. I don’t think either of us wanted to wake her.

“Do you think we should tell her?” I asked, sweeping a tendril of curls behind Lucian’s ear.

“Tell her what?” Lucian’s expression genuinely looked like he was confused. “That she’s getting stretch marks?”

I jerked back at his words, causing Mason to stir. I stayed still and silent for a moment, doing my best not to wake her.

“… It’s kind of hot,” he continued.

I shot him a look. “Were you dropped as a baby?”

“Oh, don’t act like you didn’t notice them!”

I used my free hand to rub my eyes before turning slightly to switch off the nearby lamp. It was too late for Lucian’s bullshit.

“I meant her dad,” I grumbled.

In the blanket of darkness, Lucian’s expression was unreadable, but his lack of response told me more than he ever would.

“She’s fixin’ to find out somehow… her family ain’t like ours.” If she didn’t hear it from us, she’d hear it somewhere else. That’s what terrified me about this situation.

It wasn’t like we were the only ones in the world who knew. All it would take was one wrong word, a curious fan in public, a poorly-timed radio broadcast, and Mason would know about her dad. And not everyone in the world would be as kind about it as we would.

“I’m going to go check on Sophia.” The bed creaked as he got up.

“Lucian—”

“We’re nottalkingabout this,” he quietly snapped. “Go to bed, and for the love of God, donottell Mason about James.”

He walked out of the room, and I sighed, savoring the warmth of Mason in my arms. In the silent darkness, the cruelty of the situation finally sunk in. From what I’d been told, Mason hadn’t been happy or safe for years. Now that she found a family worth calling her own, her dad was dying. Worse than that, we were hiding that fact from her.

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