Page 86 of Lose Me In The Shadows

Conor tapped her on the head. Understanding, she released Micah and turned toward him, releasing him from the prison of his pants before licking him up and down like a popsicle, teasing him, tormenting him, until he gripped her hair in reprimand. He pushed her head forward and she opened wide to accept him. He immediately choked her on his cock, pressing so deep into her throat, her nose was pressed up against his zipper. He kept her there like he was reminding her of her place, and who she belonged to, and she accepted it.

Just as her vision went hazy and she began to feel like she was about to pass out, he pulled her off his cock and let her breathe.

“My turn,” Luke called.

She crawled over to him, suddenly afraid of how he was going to take his anger out on her. And she wanted to make him feel better, to get that dark look out of his eyes.

His pants were already unzipped, his long cock pointed at her. Happily and hungrily, she went to lick him, but he moved it out of the way.

“You can’t have it yet,” he said. “Not until you apologize.”

Oh, fuck. Luke was usually the most intense with punishments. If Conor had been so hard on her, what was Luke going to do?

Tease her, apparently. She tried to mouth him and he grabbed her hair tight and pulled her sideways, her scalp screaming as his cock hovered just out of reach.

“Kiss it,” he ordered.

She did.

“Tell it you’re sorry,” he told her.

“Luke, I’m sorry.”

“Not good enough. You want my cock? You have to mean it.” He slapped her face with his cock, one cheek and then the other, dripping a copious amount of precum on her face.

“Luke, I’m so sorry,” she repeated.

“Tell me what you’re sorry for.”

“I’m sorry for shooting you,” she said, knowing it wasn’t what he meant.

“No, you aren’t. And I don’t care about that anymore. Not compared to what you did earlier today.” He pulled her hair so tight she swore strands would rip from her head if she moved a centimeter. “But you better be sorry for scaring us like that earlier. You will never, ever, risk your life like that again, or make selfish, senseless demands like that again, or I will beat your ass blue and lock you up in a chastity belt for a year. You’re ours, and just the thought of you getting hurt makes me feral.”

He released her, and the affection and pain in his voice made her so needy. She tried to chase after his cock.

“No,” he said. “Go back to Conor and Micah.”

The very fact that he wasn’t letting her have him made her want him even more. It wasn’t like Luke to manipulate like this. Micah was probably proud.

Micah proved it when he said, “Nice work.”

“Come back here. And don’t you dare touch that bad girl clit,” Conor said.

She crawled back to the other side of the table, sucking Micah’s cock, choking on Conor’s, back and forth, waiting for Luke to call her back, but he didn’t. The one time she paused to breathe, she turned her head to see Luke working his cock with his own hand. She was angry and desperate—she wanted it, and he wouldn’t give it to her.

Was this how he felt when she kept her heart away from his desperate hands?

Overcome with determination to overpower him with pleasure andmakehim forgive her, she turned to crawl back to him, only to be stopped by Conor.

“No. He’s made it clear you don’t get his cock,” Conor said. “Finish us off.”

“Fuck that,” she hissed.

Luke’s hand paused on his cock, and then he was pushing back from the table and leaning down so she could see his face.

“Try it, and I’ll be the one to say ‘veto.’”

Her heart—the same one he was making it clear he wanted—thudded to the floor. But she gathered herself.

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