Harper's POV
My mind is spinning, caught somewhere between disbelief and the kind of pleasure that leaves my legs trembling and my throat raw from silent gasps. I’m so close, almost painfully close, but each time I start to feel the tightening pull that would carry me over the edge, Mason slows. He pulls back just enough to deny me what my body is screaming for.
I whimper, helpless in the restraint of sensation, caught between frustration and bliss.
Nathan’s hand remains at my throat, not squeezing but holding, grounding me as the rest of me feels like it might float away. His other hand grips my thigh, spreading me open, keeping me displayed like a prize. His grip is firm, possessive, and I can’t tell whether it steadies me or simply winds me tighter.
Then Theo rises from his seat.
T
