Page 145 of Their Dangerous Game
Before the other two can claim me, I walk over and stop in front of Luke. He leans back and gives me the smile that makes my toes curl, like he knows I want him. I wish he was wrong.
I’m going for brave cockiness here. “You want my panties?”
He raises an eyebrow.
I open my purse, take out the panties I wore all day, and hold them out to him. I give him a smug smile. “Here you go.”
He straightens and stands. Right into my space. I don’t back up a step, refusing to be intimidated. His body brushes against mine as he looks down at me. His hand closes over the panties in my hand. “Thanks, princess.”
He brings them up to his nose and smells them. I’m partially mortified and partially turned on. I figure this part of the evening has concluded, so I move to step back.
His hand whips out and grabs my ponytail, tugging my head back. He shoves my panties in his pocket and pulls me into his chest. The heat of his body engulfs mine, and the fire inside me grows hotter.
“Who said we were finished, princess?” His smile is cold, but it doesn’t make me want him any less.
“I think I preferred unicorn,” I snark up at him like I’ve lost my damn mind.
His smile warms. “What are you wearing?”
“The same thing I wore to school,” I grit out. His hold on my hair is a little painful, but tolerable. My heart thunders in my chest. I’m a stupid girl, walking into a lion’s den and thinking I can go toe-to-toe with this lion. He’ll eat me alive before he’s done with me.
“So if I check under your skirt?” He lowers his hand as if he’s going to do it.
I draw my lower half away from him as much as I can. “I’m wearing panties.”
He releases my hair and sits back down, then waves his hand in the air like a fucking king. “Show me.”
I don’t dare take my eyes off Luke, but I can feel the other horsemen watching. This isn’t like the webcam. I can’t just shut the screen and wait for punishment tomorrow. Not that I have, but they couldn’t touch me on the other end of the webcam.
I just got here, and I poked the lion because I thought I could get away with it. Maybe Ihavelost my mind.
“Anytime, princess.”
My breathing is heavy as I force my hands to lift my skirt. This isn’t the first time I’ve shown him my panties, but it’s the first time in front of all of them. Luke’s focus is on the black panties I put on instead. I might as well be waving a flag in front of a bull.
His blue eyes darken. “What type of punishment should we give Harper tonight?”
Fuck. I already knew I’d get punished. I begin to lower my skirt.
“Hold it up or you’ll take the skirt off, princess.” Luke’s voice makes me raise it back up.
My face is hot as I swallow and look at the wall. While these guys have seen me naked, somehow it feels different with all four of them in the same room and no mother to interrupt us.
“I say she loses the panties and we play your alternative version of spin the bottle.”
I jerk my gaze to Jack, who smirks before dropping his gaze to my exposed underwear. Heat pools in my belly.
“Definitely lose the panties, but seven minutes in heaven.” Caden leans back against the couch and licks his lips. Want makes my knees weak, but I stay upright.
My gaze lands on Eli. If I say the word, he’ll get me out of here. I think. But what if that was just to convince me to come in? I can’t trust any of them. Not really.
Eli smirks. “Harper should choose between either spin the bottle with kissing not on the mouth or seven minutes in heaven. Lady’s choice. No penetration.”
Caden grumbles, and I remember this morning. I’d be trapped with one of them alone in a closet for seven minutes. Which is a long time. Without panties. Sex didn’t have to take longer than seven minutes.
“What will it be, princess?” Luke’s voice draws me back. The backs of his fingers brush my thigh and stroke gently back and forth. My lips part at how good his touch feels. “Seven minutes in heaven or?—”
“The other thing. The kissing not on the mouth.” I don’t trust a single one of these guys on his own, but with the others, Iknow they’ll pull someone back if it goes too far. Including me. Hopefully. “What are the rules?”
