Page 162 of Please Hate Me

“Are you seriously going to believehim?” Mason was pouting now, and with the light glistening in her eyes, it almost looked like she really might cry.

At that moment I knew I was in trouble; if Rosie ever learned to look at me that way, I’d have no choice but to spoil her.

“I didn’t say I believed him... But with how you’re actin’, it’s hard to believe you ain’t a brat.”

The creaking of the floor alerted me to Lucian’s approach, but it still surprised me when he snatched Mason’s chin between his thumb and pointer finger, guiding her to look at him. In unison, the two sprouted matching smiles. They weren’t mischievous, or even lustful; instead, they were soft, perhaps even longing. The way Lucian’s breathing slowed as he took her in confirmed it: love was in the air.

Mason was hard to read, but Lucian couldn’t have been any less discreet if he held up a sign declaring his feelings to the world. And I was happy. Considering all he’d done to get sober, he deserved to be in love with someone as gentle as Mason. Someone as beautiful as Mason. Someone as…

My thoughts were in shambles as I tore her from his grasp. His hand moved down to support the back of her head as I pressedmy lips to her. It started innocently enough, but before I knew it, she was deepening the kiss, and my body responded the same way any man would if they had Mason Albright’s tongue in their mouth.

When I finally worked up the strength to pull away, she sucked my lower lip into her mouth, softly biting it as if to say, ‘No, don’t go’. My chest heaved as I fought the urge to go back in, to press my lips to hers before burying my cock so far into her tiny little body that it’d need to be surgically removed. But I managed to contain myself.

Most things in this world were better when shared, and sex was at the top of that list.

“Shirt. Off. Now.”

She bit her lip and shook her head, but with Lucian looming nearby, she didn’t have a choice.

“Listen to him or deal with me,” he warned.

“Awe, are you going to punish me,Daddy?” She was teasing him, and that was a damn good way to do it.

Lucian hated being calleddaddyby anyone other than his kids. He thought it was weird. He would never seriously shame anyone for it, despite his grousing earlier—it just wasn’t his cup of tea. But, I wasn’t going to let her call him that.

No, that title belonged tome. I sank to my knees as I crawled off her.

“Sit her up.”

Lucian was shockingly obedient as he scooped her up by the armpits. He held her in place as I slipped under her shirt and slid the fabric off her body, leaving Mason as naked as the day she was born. Instantly, she tried to cover her decency, cupping her hands over her breasts as a flush dusted her cheeks. But Lucian and I were too good of a team to allow that to happen.

He grabbed her hands, and I grabbed the rope. Mason didn’t like things touching her wrists, but there were other points for me to restrain her.

I brought the rope to her back and tied a knot just behind her neck. Then, I took my time to loop the blue silk around her breasts. She squirmed a little, but Lucian mostly held her in place.

Last night, I had been too afraid of her getting burnt with the Christmas lights to actually tie her up like I wanted. But now, I was free to doanything, starting with binding her arms to her sides. I only brought the rope down to her elbows, out of respect for her. Now that she couldn’t fight us, Lucian lowered her back to the mattress. Mason struggled against the knots for a moment, silently pleading with me to let her go. But I would only let up if I heardtrust. Part of me wished I had brought another length of rope so I could force her legs to stay open, but this would have to do.

“You’re getting two holes filled tonight. It’s up to you which,” I told her.

Mason’s eyes widened as she looked up at Lucian.

“Ass, pussy, or mouth,” he confirmed.

She choked as her gaze bounced between us.

“At the same time?” The level of disbelief in her tone was cute.

When I nodded, Mason turned so red that a tomato would have been jealous.

“Does Sophia have to do this?” she challenged.

I almost laughed at the thought. Whenever the three of us did something like this, Sophia usually had a strap-on, and Lucian would be in a situation similar to Mason’s.

“She ain’t any of your concern right now.”

My fingertips grazed her thigh, but my touch did little to alleviate her apprehension.

“Is this safe?” Mason squeaked.

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