Chapter 23

CHAPTER

TWENTY-THREE

HARPER

Taking a seat on the couch by Nikki, I squeeze her hand as we both catch fragments of the interaction happening in the hallway between Eddie and the detective.

With the door left open, Michales lets himself inside. The face he makes upon seeing the two of us on the couch is strange, but I can’t quite place it.

Disappointment?

He shuts the door behind himself and locks it before storming across the room. Standing over us, he is clearly angry when he asks, “What the fuck was Edmund Parker doing here?”

“He stopped by asking to see me again,” I lie.

“And what did you say?” He tips his head with the same inquisitiveness as a dog.

“I told him I’d have to think about it,” I lie again, hoping he can’t tell.

“Did you fuck him?” His accusation is laced with envious jealousy.

“No.” I shake my head, preparing to deceive him again. “I mean, yes. But only that night on the video.”

He berates us with questions about Eddie and the party as though interrogating us. He’s fixated on them, needing to know every tiny detail we’re able to provide him with.

It was a consensual party.

It doesn’t make any sense.

Out of nowhere, he firmly grips my face and pulls me from the couch. While forcing me to look at him, he demands, “You’re going to say yes to him. Eagerly yes to everything he asks of you. And every week when I come by, you’re going to tell me everything you’ve learned about him and the fucking rich assholes he associates with.”

I don’t have a response to him. I simply stare at him, trying to understand his fascination with Eddie and his friends.

“The more useful information you provide,” he firmly grips my shoulder and viciously pushes me to my knees before him, “the less payment I’ll require to keep your sweet, old nana from finding out what a dirty fucking whore you are.”

Swallowing hard and gagging back the bile rising in my throat, I unzip his pants and pull out his flaccid dick.

I just want to get this over with it.

I place him in my mouth and take all of him in with ease. Hollowing my cheeks, I suck hard as I rub my tongue along the underside of his sweaty shaft, hoping he comes as quickly as he did for Nikki.

“You too,” I hear him summon Nikki, and she promptly joins me on the floor. We both suck his cock, making a show for him as we both try to work him over the edge. He grows more rigid in my mouth, and I brace for him to fill it with cum. Instead, he loudly demands, “Enough.”

He takes a step away from us, kicking off his shoes and removing his shirt. Pushing his pants down his thighs, he kicks them off and takes a seat in the chair beside our couch. Once comfortable, he begins leisurely fisting himself.

Never sitting there again...

“Clothes off,” he commands. Standing before him, Nikki and I both discard our clothes and toss them onto the couch. Her hand brushes against mine, and she gives me a subtle nod before walking toward him.

She’s going to take this bullet for us both.

“We have plenty of time.” He waves her off, and his words hit me like a fist to the gut. “You’re going to fuck each other first.”

Walking back to me, Nikki mouths the words ‘I’m sorry.’

“On the coffee table, Nikki.” He points at the table, and she promptly does as he directs. “Spread your legs nice and wide for me, so I can watch Harper eat your cunt.”

I can do this.

I’ve done this before.

Kneeling on the floor, I give her thigh a gentle squeeze and close my eyes. I do as he tells me and lick and suck her while pretending he isn’t sitting a little over a foot behind me. His fingers twirl in my hair, causing me to startle. But it’s his knuckles running down my spine that gives me goosebumps and causes tears to well in my eyes. He leans uncomfortably close, grabs my hand, and groans, “Use your fingers, Harper. I want you to make her come. I want her nice and wet.”

Fighting back the urge to vomit, I slip my fingers in her. Curling them vigorously and sucking hard at her clit, I need her to come sheerly in the hope that it will remove his hand from me. Relief washes over me when she does, and his hand disappears.

“Good girls,” he praises us. “Now, switch.”

Swapping places, Nikki’s face is immediately between my thighs. As much as I wanted to move away from the detective, this is worse. From here, I can see every repulsive face he makes as he watches.

My eyes are glued to him as he stands from his seat. Bending over, he pulls something from his pants before standing. He places the foil packet between his teeth and tears it open, quickly rolling the condom he retrieves from it down his clammy cock.

“Ass up, Nikki.” He drops a pillow to the floor by her feet and kneels on it. She lifts herself onto her knees and squeezes my outer thigh for support. Reaching down, I grip her hand.

We’re in this together.

Once inside of her, he comes fast. First time, never been in a pussy, fast. He pulls out, removes the condom, ties it off, and drops it on the table beside my leg. He nonchalantly gathers his clothes strewn across the floor and takes his time getting dressed. After tying his shoes, he grabs the condom and shoves it into his pocket.

“Next time, Harper.” He winks at me before heading to the door.

The second he’s in the hall, I clammer from the table and run to the kitchen sink. The mere thought of him being inside of me causes me to expel the contents of my stomach.

“Harp—”

“It’s fine.” I wipe my mouth with the back of my hand while I rinse out the sink. Turning off the water, I rush straight to my bathroom, where I plan to scrub myself clean of him.

Instead, I send a quick text to Eddie.

It's over.

He didn’t fuck me.

EDDIE

Are you okay?

No.

But it had to be done.