Harper's POV
He lifts his head and stares at me, his mouth glistening, his eyes dark.
“Ask us,” he says. “If you want it, you ask.”
I close my eyes, but my head is already nodding.
“Please, Daddies,” I whisper, the words raw and hoarse. “Please let me come.”
Theo licks his lips slowly and glances toward Nathan.
Nathan’s grip on my throat tightens slightly. “Not yet, baby girl.”
My entire body shakes from denial.
I can feel it now, the game beginning. The line being drawn. And I know, I won’t be allowed to cross it until they want me to break.
And God help me, I think I want that too.
Theo presses his face deeper between my thighs, and I genuinely don’t understand how he’s doing it. It’s like he wants to disappear inside me, like the only thing he needs in this moment is to drown
