Page 160 of Please Hate Me

I stood above him with my arms crossed. His little tantrum didn’t bother me none, especially because Mason was in my room waiting for us. Lucian tried to give her the power in this situation, but the gift of control rolled off Mason like water on a windshield. She said she wanted a surprise, that Lucian and I could decide what to do with her.

Still, there was one problem: how could we possibly surpriseher?

When Mason mentioned someone had leaked her sex tape, I looked it up. I didn’t watch it, of course—but curiosity got the better of me, so I read an article about it. Apparently, she gotcovered in wax, flipped upside-down, and fucked by a woman in a hockey mask.

And that was just the tip of the iceberg. There was a forum online dedicated to collecting accounts from her past lovers; detailed descriptions of sex acts that I could have never imagined. Setting aside my disgust at those people for violating Mason’s privacy... It was a long fucking list. I didn’t believe in slut shaming; it was a human right to do whatever and whoever you wanted, as long as you did it safely.

I just wished she’d leftsomethingnew for me to do to her.

Lucian made a point of rolling his eyes, snapping me out of my runaway thoughts. I crouched down and grabbed his chin to remind him who was in charge here. His strong jaw tensed in my grip, and in spite of myself, my cock throbbed at the challenge.

There was a reason Soph and I didn’t normally let Lucian dom. I wasn’t opposed to being submissive, but he was too rough, too brash, too eager to be rough during sex and not clean up after. If he’d just listen, I’d love to let him leave me black and blue with no one watching.

“Oh, bite me,” he grumbled.

Well, if he’s asking.

I inched in and pushed the neck of his shirt down with just my fingertips. He shivered at my touch before I closed in. Slowly, my lips met the soft skin between his collar and jaw with a kiss.

A smooth“Mmm”exited his lips.

I slipped my free hand under his shirt, softly tracing the subtle indents of his abs. Lucian wasn’t muscular; hell, he didn’t even work out anymore, but he was thin enough to have that little bit of definition. My kisses grew rougher, my teeth ghosting his golden skin. I slowly unbuttoned his jeans before slipping my hand down his boxers.

“Fuck,” escaped his lips as I wrapped my hand around his cock.

His shaft throbbed in my palm as I stroked him once, then twice, then sunk my teeth deep into his neck.

Lucian grunted, and his cock twitched.

“What the fuck was that for?” he barked as I withdrew my hand.

“You told me to bite you,” I whispered inches above his ear.

“That’s not what I meant.”

“Well then, you best quit arguin’ with me, or every single time you run that dirty mouth of yours, I’m gonna call your bluff.”

Lucian shot me another glare, but I didn’t pay him any attention. The gears in my head were turning as I looked over his shoulder and into the box. Puzzle pieces started to fit together, and I began formulating a list of all the items I would need.

Before fully committing to what I was about to do, I checked to make sure everyone else had gone to bed.

Once that was taken care of, I needed explicit consent from Mason. I told her we were about to do some scary stuff to her, but no matter what happened, she was safe. If she didn’t like what was happening, all she’d need to say wastrust,and we’d stop.

She enthusiastically agreed, and I left her to wait in my room. Lucian and I stripped down to our boxers, and I slipped a length of blue rope under my arm. We took our time getting ready; the goal was to make Mason feel like we had forgotten about her.

Once I deemed we had taken long enough, I sent Lucian into the basement so he could flip all the breakers for the bottom of the house. All of a sudden, the house was plunged into darkness and silence. Without the hum of the fridge, the only sounds were the crickets in the distance and the opening of a bedroom door.

“Cameron? Lucian?” She sounded confused rather than afraid. I was glad to hear we hadn’t scared her too bad.

I ducked behind the recliner, hiding as much as I could without having to leave my position. Her shadow danced inthe moonlight, and I watched her silhouette creep across the wooden floor.

The far-off creaking of steps let me know Lucian was on his way up. For a moment, I wondered again if we would be going too far. But I chalked that up to the little bit of guilt that hung from not telling Mason her dad was dying—maybe even dead by now.

That was a very unsexy thought, one I tried to shake off. James Albright never cherished his daughter, he never treated her right, and he never earned the right to be her dad. I could never heal the damage he’d done to his only daughter, and I could never give her a dad who treated her like she deserved.

But I wasmorethan willing to be her “daddy”. And if she was a good girl, I’d give her everything her little heart desired.

“Guys?” Mason’s voice quivered as she called for us.

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