Page 65 of The Shadows We Keep

I have a sinking suspicion one of his special security cameras has a hiding spot in my room. If I’m right, he’s gotten a shit ton of very explicit, free content I could have easily charged hundreds of dollars for online.

I want his dominant side to come back out and play. To take my choice away and make me give in. I’d never been submissive in bed. I always went after what I wanted, knew what I needed to get off, and took it. But with Harkin it’s different. He’s shown me he could play my body without guidance. I’d never had that with a guy before. They’re usually clueless in bed.

“I can hear the gears churning in there.” He taps my temple before returning his hands to my thighs. The black-inked rose on his right hand, and the moth on the other, contrasts against the colorful mirage of florals that skate up my legs.

His thick fingers slide higher, disappearing under the hoodie finding the lacy edges of my panties. My pussy tightens in anticipation when his thumbs brush under the hem, teasing my sensitive skin, making me quiver with the smallest movements.

I squirm in his lap, trying to get his fingers closer to the needy bitch between my legs, but he refuses to grant me my wish.

“Talk to me, little one, tell me what you want.”

I whine a sigh of irritation, desperate for him to take control, shaking my head in response because I’m curious to see how this will play out.

His full lips pull into a smile. “You don’t want to tell me? But I bet those dirty little words out of that filthy mouth would sound fucking delicious.” His hand pulls free from its torturously slow assault against the side of my pussy to grip my chin. His thumb pushes down on my bottom lip and those ocean eyes darken like a raging sea.

I capture his thumb between my teeth, dragging them sharply to the tip before running my tongue around it slowly. He watches my measured movements with intensity, pushing in deeper when I close my lips around it, giving a harsh suck. A deep growl pulls from his chest as I moan, my own pleasure rising from teasing him. He pushes the drenched lace coating my pussy to the side as his other hand finally contacts my core.

“That mouth has better uses then words, I see.” He teases, but his tone is full of desperation.

His lips crash against mine ferociously gaining entrance and commanding my participation at the same time two fingers push deep inside my wet heat. My hips rock back and forth, pushing his fingers deeper inside as we work together to find the perfect rhythm.

His free hand falls to my hip, stalling my movements and the race for the orgasm building deep inside my core.

“Look at you, so desperate to take what’s rightfully mine to give. Careful, little one, or you’ll have to wait even longer.”

My body stills completely.

There he is.

TWENTY-SEVEN

HARKIN

Gimme Love - Rosenfeld

She was so close, chasing her high on my fingers. Looking like a goddamn goddess in my lap, every care thrown away. She doesn’t move once the threat leaves my lips. Is she ready to be my good girl tonight or is she just that desperate after the days we’ve spent going out of our way to miss each other in the halls?

That doesn’t mean I haven’t had my eyes on her this entire time. Her nightly performances have had my dick in my hand more than when I was fifteen, raging with new hormones. But I know they were just for me and that made my need for her spike.

“She listens,” I tease and her eyes fill with flames. I know it doesn’t come easy, and that makes it all the sweeter.

“Harkin.” My name off her lips is my favorite sound.

“Yes, sweetness?”

“Take me to bed.” There’s no question in her tone, it’s a demand without the stern admission. She’s being careful.

My hands grip the back of her thighs tightly, lifting us from the chair and heading down the hallway. I stop in front of the gym, tempted by my collection of blades, but continue for my room. Throwing her onto the soft mattress, she bounces and pushes away from me until her back meets the headboard. I follow, slowly crawling up her body.

“Lose the hoodie,” I order, and she quickly pulls it from her gorgeous body, tits on full display through the sheer, black-lace that matches those wicked little panties.

“Arms above your head.”

She waits a beat before slowly moving. The little tease traces her finger up her sides, stopping to grope her breasts with a tight squeeze before continuing upward through her dark locks, finally getting to the smooth edge of the headboard. “Don’t move.” I fight the desire to run and grab my camera to capture this moment and add another print to my collection. But I can’t pull my gaze from her—let alone leave the room. They’ll have to wait for another time.

The leather of my belt whooshes against the fabric of my jeans, popping free from the loops. Those warm amber eyes watch me with precision and interest.

“Yes or no, sweetness?” I ask, holding the belt tightly in my grasp.

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