Page 84 of In Darkness We Claim

I can feel him smile against my neck at my confession, his cock growing even bigger as he rocks into me. “What about if you’re asleep or unconscious? Can I fuck you even if you don’t know about it, or until you wake up?”

“Why would I be unconscious?” I ask, though I’m not sure I want to know the answer.

He shrugs the shoulder my head is resting against as he casually says, “I might have drugged you.”

I let out a short, humourless laugh, knowing he’s not kidding. “I didn’t like when…Nigel drugged me, but…I trust you not to do more than I’m comfortable with.”

Lawson lets go of my nipple and grabs my chin, turning me until I’m looking up at him, my gaze fixed with his. “I would never drug you like he did. I’d give you just enough to make sure you’d wake up at just the right time. I’d want you to know what I’m doing to you, to feel the pleasure I’m giving you. What he did…I’d never do it like that.”

My genuine smile shows him the sincerity of my words. “I know. That’s why I trust you to do it.”

If someone had said a few weeks ago that I’d trust Lawson Radley, not only with my body, but with my deepest secrets too, I’d have laughed until I fell over…yet, here we are. And I do trust him, more than I ever have any other person.

He beams back at me, but it quickly turns into that wicked smirk of his as he asks, “What if I chase you? You’d have to run from me, knowing that when I catch you, wherever that may be, you’re mine in whatever way I want.”

My breath hitches as my heart stutters, excitement racing through my body as my core heats to the point it’s almost on fire. Nodding rapidly, I tell him, “I’d like that.” I pause for a moment before adding, “I just don’t think I’d like it if you had someone else fuck me, even if you were there. I mean, I know as your Prize, you’re allowed to share me with whoever you want, and I have to accept that. I’m just telling you, I don’t think I’d like it.”

He slips his hand down around my throat once more, his grip becoming bruisingly tight as his eyes flicker with fire, and Lawson suddenly looks more than furious. “You are mine. I do not share,” he growls possessively, and his deep rumbling tone vibrates through my body.

The possessive, claiming edge to his voice makes my stomach flip, and once again, my eyes drop to his lips. I turn slightly in his hold, not taking my gaze off his mouth, and all I can think about is how much I desperately want to kiss him.

Lawson’s gaze appears to be fixed on my lips too, and I wonder if he’s feeling the same. Our mouths are barely an inch apart, and it wouldn’t take much for one of us to lean in and close the gap. My heart races as I try to pluck up the courage to be the one to do it.

Just as we both lean in a fraction closer, our lips almost touching, a scream from inside the bedroom grabs our attention, shattering the bubble we find ourselves in. I turn toward the noise, seeing the blonde is in the middle of what can only be described as an earth-shattering orgasm, and it’s not long until Bram is grunting out his own release.

I can’t take my eyes off them both as they shudder through their orgasms, and Lawson tenses beside me. I look up at him, and the guy who was close to kissing me a moment ago is long gone. Lawson’s face has twisted into a blank mask, almost as if he’s indifferent to the situation, but his hard cock pressing into my arse, and the death grip he has on my hip, suggest otherwise.

Bram takes a step back from the blonde, pulling his softening cock from her red, sore pussy, and I can’t look away as cum trickles out of her hole, over the dildo that’s still spreading her arse wide open.

We’re all startled when Lawson slams the bedroom door open loudly, striding into the room like he owns the place. He doesn’t seem to care that Bram is standing there naked, his wet dick hanging out, while the blonde remains tied on the bed, cum seeping from her hole, the dildo still in place.

“Time to go,” he snaps at Bram, who looks almost as stunned as I am at Lawson’s actions.

Bram’s gaze slides from his friend over to where I’m standing in the doorway, and a devilish smirk spreads across his face, as if he’s made some sort of connection that the rest of us have missed.

“Harper, this is Lianne, my Prize,” he tells me, before turning his attention back to Lawson, who is glaring at his friend. “Let me just get her sorted, and then we can leave.”

Bram takes a step towards the bed when Lawson loudly clears his throat, drawing Bram’s attention back to him. Once Bram is looking at him, Lawson throws a pair of sweatpants at his friend, growling, “Put some damn clothes on.”

Both men look over at me, and I quickly glance down at the floor, feeling the weight of their gazes on me. Bram just chuckles as he pulls the sweats on, like he’s used to this sort of behaviour from Lawson, before moving over to the bed.

Despite knowing I should look elsewhere, my gaze keeps returning to the blonde on the bed. Bram begins by untying her arms, and I watch attentively as he massages them, no doubt trying to ease the soreness that will have built in her muscles from having them secured behind her back for who knows how long.

But instead of keeping her hands free, he pulls them towards the corners of the headboard, securing one wrist to each corner. Lianne whimpers into the gag when it’s clear he’s not letting her go, he’s just tying her in a new position.

Although he moves her body so she’s more central on the bed, he doesn’t free her legs. He keeps her knees bent; her calves secured to her thighs. Rope pulls her legs wide and connects her to all four corners of the bed like a starfish, but unlike how I was bound, there’s a bit of looseness to them. Though it’s not enough for her to really move, just enough to not be painful, I think.

Tears continue to stream down Lianne’s face, and she whimpers into the gag, but Bram doesn’t pay her any attention. Instead, he takes hold of the dildo in her arse, pressing it in just a little deeper, until Lianne cries out again.

“I’m going to leave this dildo in your arse, spreading you wide for me, and my cum is going to leak from your dirty cunt, covering it,” he tells Lianne, who shivers from his words.

Bram leans over her, gently tugging on the clamps that are still on Lianne’s nipples until she moans, before pressing a soft kiss to her sweaty forehead. He slowly removes each clip, making sure to sweep his fingers over her peaked buds as she cries out, her back arched as much as she’s able to.

Then he gives her a wicked grin as he says, “I’ll be back later.”

Her eyes widen with panic when she pulls on the ropes, but she’s too well secured to move much, so she whimpers and pleads into the gag. Bram simply turns away from her, as if she’s not even there, and moves over to the wardrobe near where I’m standing.

I know I shouldn’t say anything, but the words are out before I can stop them. “Are you really going to leave her here like this?”