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not trying to save me. Cooper Valcourt is setting me up.
“Uh…” Ivan chuckles. “Sure. I’ll give it another try.”
Cooper looks at Lars and growls, “Find me some rope.”
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN - COOPER
Lars snickers as he disappears into the kitchen. He knows what I’m going to do. And it is pretty funny. Cadee Hunter will laugh, no doubt about it.
I look over my shoulder at her. But she’s not laughing yet.
She looks scared.
What could he possibly do to me with rope? I can read her mind.
Oh, Cadee. I can think of lots of fun things to do with rope.
This wasn’t my original plan for her on opening day, but fuck it. That other one will hold until later. When she thinks the day is done and she made it through. That’s when I’ll spring my original plan on her.
If she makes it that far.
Lars returns with the rope and hands it to me.
“Thank you, Lars.”
He grins. “Any time, Coop.”
I turn back to Cadee. Hold up the rope. “You can walk out, you know. You have all the power here, Cadee. All you have to do is say, ‘No, thank you’ and get the fuck out of my face. Forever.”
She thinks about it. But I’m not surprised when she shakes her head no and whispers, “I’m not quitting.”
I shrug. “Fine with me. But when you leave here today, leave here knowing that this was your choice. Your decision.” I glare at her. “This is you. Giving me permission.”
She frowns. Shakes her head again. “I can take it.”
“Can you?” I laugh and turn to my pledges. “She can take it! So let’s get the first show on the road. Ivan.” I point at him. “Come stand right here.” I beckon Cadee with a single finger. “You. Come stand right here.” I point to the space between Ivan and me.
She barely hesitates. This is what I’ve always liked about Cadee Hunter. She’s dumb. She knows what’s coming and she obeys my commands anyway. Her eyes are even locked on mine the whole time she walks over to me. Still defiant.
I place my hands on her shoulders and turn her around so she has to face Ivan.
Ivan looks like he’s about to bust his nut before this party even gets started. Fucking boys.
I lean down and press my lips up to Cadee’s neck and whisper, “Put your hands behind your back.”
She sucks in a deep breath, but complies.
I take her wrists and start tying the rope around them. Tight. She doesn’t move. No one moves.
But then the door opens and Ax says, “OK, we’re ready for you.” We all look at him and he laughs. “Fuck them, this looks way more interesting.” He leans against the door and folds his tatted-up arms across his chest.
I finish tying her wrists together and then lean down again to whisper, “Last chance, Cadee.”
“Permission granted, my king.”
Everyone laughs and starts talking.
“God, you’re dumb.” My whisper is lower now. Private. “You’re not going to win.”
She turns her head so I can look her in the eyes. They are a very light brown color. Almost amber. When she’s angry, those eyes make her look like a demon. When she’s sad, they make her look like a child. And when I’ve got my fingers between her legs and she’s screaming out her climax, they make her look like a goddess. “I’ve already won,” she whispers back. “All I have to do is limp across the finish line.”
I slide my hands to her hips and kiss her neck. She sucks in a breath of air, not expecting this. I pull up her t-shirt just enough to show off her belly to Ivan and the others while I play with her nipples. I bite her earlobe and whisper, “Tell me to stop and it’s over.”
She shakes her head.
I slide the tips of my fingers up and down her ribs. It’s a light, fluttery touch that sends chills through her body and the skin on her arms pricks up. The next time I touch her nipples, they are hard, tight bunched peaks.
She likes it, I realize. And why shouldn’t she? I know how to turn this girl on. She told me exactly how she likes it. She spelled it all out for me back when she was just fifteen years old.
But when she actually moans a little, I pause for a moment, my eyes going to each of the other boys in the room. Lars looks concerned. He knows what I’m going to do. Ax looks