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  “No,” she said. She’d been tempted to shake her head, but one wrong move and she was gone, dead.

  “Now, do you want to know what happened next?”

  “Yes.”

  “Good.”

  Draven stepped back, and she saw Axel watching Draven as he breathed a sigh of relief.

  Holding herself together, she ignored the temptation to touch her neck and instead looked at Draven.

  “What happened to Buck?”

  “Suck Axel’s cock.”

  “What?”

  “You heard me.”

  “I’ll tell you exactly what happened to Buck and Jett. I want you to suck Axel’s cock until he comes in your mouth. I want to see it there, filling your mouth before you swallow it.”

  “Draven?” Axel asked.

  “If she wants to know what happened next, she has to pay the price. It’s not that hard a price to pay and you get to have your dick sucked. It’s a win-win.”

  Draven sat down.

  “What do you get out of this?”

  “I get to see how far you’d go for information about two men you swore your life to. Your body to. Your soul to. The very ones whose names are still inked on your back like you have a fucking right to them.”

  She reached behind her, touching them. They would always be there. She’d never get rid of their names or what they meant to her.

  Sinking to her knees before Axel, she reached for his belt. Her hands were surprisingly steady as she unbuckled him and eased out his already hard cock.

  One glance up at him, and she saw how much he wanted this. The tip was already wet with pre-cum. His cock seemed to pulse as if in anticipation. Gripping his cock, she circled the head.

  “Fuck,” he said.

  She kept on circling the head, taking his pre-cum into her mouth before she covered the entire head, sucking down until he hit the back of her throat.

  To Harper, this was at times a lot easier than having Ethan’s hands all over her. He’d want to lick her pussy, to try to bring her to orgasm, but she couldn’t stand it all the time. Sucking his cock, kept him happy and her as well.

  Up and down, she licked, sucked, tasted Axel, getting him nice and wet with her saliva, coating him.

  She glanced up and saw how much he was enjoying this. The weight of his cock in her mouth told her the same story, but seeing how needy he was, it turned her on even more, made her feel so fucking powerful as he pumped into her mouth.

  “How good is she?” Draven asked.

  “She’s good. So good. Fuck, that feels nice. I’m going to come soon. So close.”

  Harper had already felt a change within him, and as he got close, she lifted off his cock so just the tip was inside.

  He flooded her mouth with wave upon wave of cum. She didn’t swallow it, even as she wanted to.

  When he’d finished and pulled from her mouth, she tilted her head back, opening her lips so that Draven saw what she’d done. Once he saw, she did no more than swallow Axel’s load, wiping her mouth of the remnants on her chin.

  Tears in her eyes, she refused to cry again. She wouldn’t give him the satisfaction. Within a matter of seconds, she felt dirty.

  “What happened?” she asked.

  Before he got himself under control, Harper was sure she’d surprised him.

  “The mass shooter in the mall killed Buck with a single bullet. It hit his neck, and he lost too much blood. He was in a coma for a couple of days before dying. He got an infection, and the doctors couldn’t control it. The truth was, he died in the mall. With Jett, he met his end brutally. He was searching for you, and seeing as he wasn’t paying attention because of the orders I’d given him, he ended up dead as well. Tortured and killed. It wasn’t a happy ending for him.”

  “Oh.” Harper got to her feet, and without a second glance, left the room.

  Chapter Six

  “Are you trying to break her?” Axel asked.

  Draven stared at the spot where Harper had been kneeling just a few minutes ago. Where she had a mouth full of Axel’s cum.

  Yes, he’d been testing her. He’d been curious exactly how much she wanted to know what happened to Buck and Jett.

  “She’s not here for a celebration, Axel. I’m going to break her, you know that.”

  “Why use Buck and Jett?”

  “She ought to know she’s the cause of both of them dying.”

  “There’s no way you could have saved either of them.”

  “Oh, yes, there is. Jett didn’t have to go hunting for any fucking lead he had on Harper. Did he? No. His death is my fault, and let’s talk about Buck. That fucker started shooting, and I ran for the bathrooms to check on Harper. All this time she’s been in our enemies’ arms, helping to steal girls, and fucking her way through an army of men. You think I don’t think about Jett and Buck every single fucking day? I picked her, Axel. Me. I fucking picked her.”

  “For fuck’s sake, Draven. I don’t know how many times I’m going to have to tell you this, but I guess I’ll keep on going until you understand it clearly. Buck and Jett were not your fault. You didn’t cause their deaths. Not even a little!”

  “I could have done something.”

  “What could you have done?” Axel stood up, putting his dick away. “Buck was bleeding profusely from his wound. What could you have done about that? There was no stopping it. He was dead already. The only thing you could have done was to stand around, helpless, just like Jett and I did. You think that’s easy? You went to search for Harper, who magically disappeared.” Axel shook his head. “If you must know I wished I’d gone to check on her.”

  “You don’t mean that,” Draven said.

  “Yes, I do. You think it’s easy for me to go to sleep at night? To know that my best friend died because I couldn’t help him? I tried to stop the blood flow, but it kept on coming. I couldn’t make him better. I watched Buck die, and all the time, he was begging. ‘Tell me it’s not bad, Axel. I don’t want to die. I don’t. I want to have kids. A life.’ Fuck.” Axel stormed to the drinks cabinet and pulled himself out a bottle of whiskey, taking a large gulp directly from it. “You don’t have those memories, and where you fucking hate them, I wish I had yours. I wish I only had that fear of knowing Harper was gone. Not the reality of how fucked Buck was and the fact he knew this was the end of the line for him.”

  “Axel.”

  “No. I don’t want to fucking talk about it right now. I just had that woman’s mouth around my dick and swallow my fucking cum to find out what happened to two of her friends. I think you’re forgetting that all within one day she’s nearly been raped, found out two of the men she has printed on her back are dead, and she had to strip and suck to find out what happened. It’s really clouding my fucking head, because, Draven, think about it. If she really didn’t give a fucking shit about them, why would she do that, huh? Why?”

  “We know what she’s capable of. Don’t for a second think we matter to her. She’s vulnerable, and using whatever means she can, to make us care,” Draven said.

  “You know … fuck it, forget it. Right now, I need a drink and to not talk or remember shit. Her being here, it’s bringing back a whole load of memories I don’t want.”

  Axel took his whiskey and left the room.

  Draven sat in his own misery while he thought about Harper. When she asked about Buck and Jett, as he knew she would, he’d intended to let her know what her absence caused. He never anticipated this, feeling like he’d gone too far.

  You haven’t gone too far.

  Harper’s going to pay.

  It had been a long day, and he wasn’t about to feel sorry for what he’d done. Harper was no longer his queen, no longer important to him in any way. She was going to pay for what she did.

  Besides, the evidence of her arousal, of how much she enjoyed sucking Axel off was on his fingers.

  Finishing his glass of whiskey, he got to his feet and made his way to her room. He stood outside her door,
hand poised to knock when he stopped.

  Why was he knocking? This was his room. Running a hand down his face, he knew she was messing with his head.

  The guards had seen her naked. He didn’t know why he didn’t think of that, but she’d run out of the office without her damn shirt.

  Fuck.

  Opening the door, he stepped into the room, and saw it was empty. He heard the shower, and he decided against waiting for her.

  Removing his clothes, he dropped them to the floor, not caring about the mess he made.

  Completely naked, he made his way to the bathroom and found her in the shower, curled up in a ball, sobbing.

  The old Draven wouldn’t have been able to stand her tears.

  He didn’t give a shit.

  At least he knew she felt something, anything.

  “Why are you here?” she asked, lifting her head. “Get out. Just leave. Get out.”

  He stepped into the shower stall, and she got to her feet.

  Fire flashed out of her eyes as she glared at him. “Why won’t you listen to me?” She slapped his arm, his hand, and then growled. “Please, just leave. I want you to leave.”

  He had no intention of leaving.

  Grabbing the soap, he covered his hands, and started to work the soap on her body. All the time, she kept on pushing him away until he held her with her back against his chest.

  “You’re not going anywhere. You need to understand that. You belong to me. You’re mine, and if I want to shower with you, I’ll fucking shower with you. Do you understand?”

  “I hate you.”

  “Again, I don’t give a fuck if you hate me or not. Life is not fair. Deal with it.”

  He ran the soap down her body, cupping her tits, sliding down to her stomach, stroking through the curls of her pussy before going to her ass.

  When he finished, he handed her the soap.

  “I’m not washing you.”

  “You will wash me or I’ll make you go out there and suck a guard off. You should be nice to me, I know Axel is clean.”

  “Fuck you.”

  “Is that what you want? You want one of my guard’s dicks inside you?”

  “Screw you.”

  He smiled. Her fire was back. She wasn’t backing down. Harper was no coward and certainly not one to shy away from a fight.

  “Maybe I should bring another woman in here to show you how I like to wash?” he asked.

  He saw the jealousy in her eyes, the anger.

  “If you’d not like me to find someone to tutor you in washing me.”

  She grabbed the soap, and he liked that she got jealous, that she didn’t like the thought of another woman washing him, touching him.

  Harper’s hands ran all over his body, soaping him.

  She wouldn’t look at him, and he was okay with that. The anger emanating off her slowly diminished as she washed his body. He smiled as she got to his cock.

  He was human, and when it came to Harper, he’d never been able to think straight with her. She was his one weakness.

  She hesitated and finally, after a few seconds, touched him. Her hand was on his cock, running up and down the length, pulling back the foreskin to reveal the bulbous head.

  Up and down her hand moved.

  Pressing her against the corner of the shower, he tilted her head back with a finger beneath her chin, staring into her eyes.

  She’d always had such beautiful eyes, blue. His little fire and ice queen. He slid a finger down her neck, resting against her pulse to see how rapidly it beat. Over and over, against his fingers.

  Down he slid to circle one of her nipples, round and round, to move toward her other nipple. He cupped both of her tits, pressing them together, and leaned forward to take them into his mouth.

  She cried out as he sucked on one hard bud, biting each nipple before flicking his tongue across the tips to soothe out the pain.

  Draven had enough of showering. He didn’t need to be clean. Turning off the shower, he picked her up.

  “What are you doing?” she asked.

  “You’ll see.”

  He carried her to the bed, and as she giggled, he slid her to the edge, spreading her legs open. Stroking his fingers over her slit, he opened the lips of her pussy to see how wet she was.

  “How many men have you been with?” he asked.

  “How many women?”

  He smiled. “How many men?”

  Draven stroked her clit before moving down to press inside.

  “One,” she said.

  “Only one.”

  “Yes.”

  He lifted her hips and brought her to his mouth. Sliding his tongue across her slit, he watched her as she closed her eyes, releasing a moan as she did.

  He loved hearing her sounds, and it killed him to know that he’d missed them. She didn’t fucking deserve to have his mouth on her, but he couldn’t go another second without tasting her sweet cunt.

  She cried his name, thrusting up to meet each stroke of his tongue, and he held her against his mouth, tasting her. He remembered the sweet scent of her pussy as it slid across his tongue, making him hungry for more.

  Before she left, he’d not gotten enough of a taste of her, and he intended to rectify that problem. He wanted her in his mouth as often as he could get her before he handed her out to be used.

  “Please, Draven, it feels so good.”

  He knew how good it felt. He was an expert when it came to sucking pussy. Where she’d only had one, he’d had hundreds of women, sating himself in the pleasure of their flesh, trying to rid his mind of what he’d lost.

  He didn’t want to think about Harper or to ache for her.

  Axel and Jett, they had missed her, but neither of them had craved her like he had. It had been a hunger he’d been unable to deny and one he had to wonder if his father knew about. It was the same hunger his father had for the cook, only, Draven knew deep down, if Harper had stuck around, his cock wouldn’t have gone near another female.

  She’d been his just as he’d belonged to her.

  That had all changed, and as he sucked her clit into his mouth, feeling that explosion she was close to, he knew he couldn’t fall for her again.

  He was Draven fucking Barries. With that came an expectation, and Harper couldn’t last long with him. Draven would punish her, and people would know she was nothing more than a body to be used and abused.

  Harper had tried too hard to take. He wouldn’t let her succeed.

  “Draven, I’m so close. So very close.”

  This once he brought her to orgasm with his tongue, and as she came, she cried out his name, hungry for him, desperate. He loved hearing those sweet calls from her lips.

  One day, he’d have his fill and then he’d finish with her.

  When she came, he didn’t give her the chance to come down from that peak. He flipped her onto her knees, drew her up, and slammed his cock balls deep inside her soaking wet pussy.

  Gripping her hips, he held her tightly as he pulled out, seeing the evidence of her arousal coating his dick. In and out, he fucked her hard, taking her.

  His hold on her hips would leave bruises as he didn’t show any weakness. He fucked her like he’d been wanting to since she arrived back at his home.

  “You feel so fucking good, Harper. Just like I knew you would. Just like all those times before.”

  Only, he wasn’t wearing a condom. He should put one on. Draven knew that, but the pleasure of her cunt was too much. He wanted to ruin all memory of the single guy she’d fucked, to fill her up, to mark her as his.

  The need was still there even when he didn’t want it to be.

  Slapping her ass, he didn’t slow down his thrusts, making her take as much of him as possible. He felt every single ripple and every pulse, the sheer heat of her driving his arousal higher.

  He wanted to come within a matter of seconds, but he held off. Draven wasn’t a teenage boy anymore but a full-grown man. When he had control, he wielded
it.

  This was the most pleasure he’d had in years, and he didn’t want to stop, to give it up, but to pound inside her harder, taking her deeper.

  Harper took him, begging him for more, and he gave it to her, sliding inside her, watching his slick prick as it took her. Every single inch of him filled her up, driving her arousal higher until she came a second time on his cock.

  This time he couldn’t take it, and within a few thrusts, he came, plunging deep inside her, and spilling her womb with his cum. Every single jet of it. Not once did he think about pulling away. All he wanted to do was fill her up, to make her drip with him.

  ****

  The following morning Harper sat out in the garden. She wore a long shirt and a pair of sweatpants. Her pussy was sore from last night’s sexathon with Draven, but now it made her more confused. The cold of the morning was a welcome reprieve from the ache.

  She needed to think, especially now.

  Whenever she thought of Buck and Jett, she felt so broken inside, so lost.

  Not a second went by when she didn’t wish she hadn’t gone to the bathroom. If she’d not gone and stayed by their side, or allowed Draven to go with her, Alan wouldn’t have been given an opportunity to talk to her. It was that single opportunity that tore her apart. Ten years had been wasted, and now, Draven and Axel hated her. She’d never get to see her four men together.

  Running a finger beneath her eyes, she sniffled and hated herself again for being so weak. This wasn’t good for her, not even a little bit. It killed her inside.

  What also didn’t help was her feelings for Draven.

  In the past ten years she hadn’t forgotten about him, even with Ethan, and that made her feel like the world’s biggest bitch. She had a boyfriend, even a fiancé toward the end, and still, she thought about Draven, about what he’d feel at knowing who she was living with.

  Her tears fell down her cheeks so fast she couldn’t wipe them away, and it irritated her.

  This morning she’d woken up with no Draven in her bed. At first, she thought she’d dreamed the entire night. It wasn’t until she moved that she knew she hadn’t been going crazy. She and Draven did have sex, and it was the best of her life, even better than when she was a teenager.