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Was she still on this?
“You are home.”
She lifted her head, bringing those big brown eyes to mine. That’s better. Now I could see the alarm tugging on her features. My dick hardened at the pout in her full pink lips.
“You can’t do this.”
That made me laugh.
“Oh yeah?” I arched a brow at her. “Who’s gonna stop me?”
Her mouth opened but no words came out. I tipped my head, waiting for her to say something, like ‘my brother will stop you.’ Fucking prick. I’d like to see him try. Maybe I’d get Harper to give him a call, then shove my dick up her ass? The arch in my brow deepened as I rolled my gaze down the curve of her hip.
That’s not a bad idea.
How hot would it be to listen to Sean cuss me out while I fucked the shit out of his baby sister? I could practically hear his voice screaming at me through the phone. Would Harper moan?
Cause that would be awesome if she called out my name when I made her come, so her brother knewexactlywhat I was doing to her. I bet she’d come hard, too. There was a screamer somewhere in that timid little body.
“Tell me something, Freckles.” I crawled across the console to her side of the car, making her squeak and jar back against the door. “When you have your fingers in your pussy at night,” I braced my palms on either side of her and leaned in to whisper, “do you call my name?”
Her heavy swallow echoed through the air, making my dick twitch. “We should go inside.”
Oh, she wanted to go inside, did she?
“You think you’re any safer in there?” I pushed myself up and cocked a brow down at her trembling form. “Maybe I’ll get my brother to hold you down for me?”
“Mason.” A shiver ran down my body when her palms flattened on my chest. “You need to let me go home. This isn’t right.”
Really? That’s where she wanted to go?
The only right thing in this situation would be to slap the shit out of her and expose her for the liar that she was. But I didn’t beat little girls. Maybe I should? After all, she respected whoever gave her those bruises enough to keep her mouth shut.
“Let’s get one thing straight, Freckles, the only place you’re going is where I want you to. If that means you spend the night in the fucking car, then you will. Your only job here is to shut the fuck up and do what I say.” I narrowed my eyes to emphasize my point. “Got it?”
She whimpered and jerked back, banging her head on the door.
I liked that. I enjoyed the way she twitched, all timid and scared in her bunny pajamas. I should rip that shit off her and take her now. It’d only be fair. She took my innocence, so why shouldn’t I take hers?
Instead, I sighed and opened her door, letting her spill out. Did I care about the wince that came out when she landed on the cement floor? Not in the least. If Harper wanted to protect whoever gave her those bruises, then she better embrace the pain.
“Get your shit,” I growled, while stepping over her prone form. “We’re going in.”
Like the little pet she was, Harper jumped up and followed. Gotta say, watching her struggle to haul that big ass bag I packed behind her was entertaining. Every grunt and groan that left her lips improved my mood a little more. Especially when I barked at her to hurry the fuck up.
Unfortunately, my entertainment didn’t last long. We’d barely made it across the wingspan of the raven in the entranceway when Lou stepped out. The look on his face had me grumbling out a sigh. There was only one thing that expression meant. A lecture. Probably for hanging up on him.
“Mason Miles Kessler.”
Oh, he was middle naming me, was he? I was definitely getting a lecture.
“You do not…” Lou stopped and slowly leaned over to cock a brow at the small redhead behind me. “Hello Harper.”
Look at that, she was useful for something after all.
Harper whispered out a meek, “Hello.”
Lou turned a judgemental brow on me. “Care to explain?”
