Page 83

Some garbled sound comes as her response.

“I’ll take that as a yes,” Coop exclaims.

Our eyes connect as the last ball slips inside, and we nod.

It’s time to turn up.

Wasting no more time, I take her clit into my mouth, flicking my tongue over the sensitive peak, and hum as I pump my fingers inside her dripping-wet pussy to match the cadence.

Eva’s body goes tight like a bowstring, her moans shooting straight to my dick, and I know I won’t last much longer. Even without hands, she maneuvers her mouth in ways I’ve never experienced.

My hips snap forward, increasing the pace as I chase my release. When it hits, I almost forget she doesn’t deserve to swallow my nut.

Popping up from the bed, I yank my swollen cock from her mouth and aim, shooting my load over her face and chest. My head falls back as I groan with each rope of cum that I release. It feels like I could come forever.

As the blood trapped in my dick returns to the rest of my body, I raise my head, smiling down at my work. She looks beautiful with her hair fanned over my sheets. My cum artfully placed. Leaning forward, I swipe some from the corner of her mouth and then gloss her lips before sliding the remnants into her mouth—possessiveness riding me to claim her like she was in heat.

I give her one last once over and then lift my gaze in time to see Cooper pumping his own until he comes all over Eva’s pussy and down the exposed crack of her ass. The possessive fucker follows suit, massaging his cum into Eva’s skin and shoving some inside of her before rubbing it across her lips.

“This means we own you, Evie Rose. Even without a contract, you belong only to those we allow. Nod if you understand,” he commands.

My gaze lands on her, but she doesn’t immediately speak. I can see the gears turning in her head as she tries to process what just happened. I can see the moment the brat I love to see reappears. “Where’s my nut?” she questions, glancing between us. “When do I get mine?”

Ignoring her question, I begin to uncuff her. “It’s time to sign the contract,” I state, licking the remnants of her off my lips. I stare down at her wanton, sexually frustrated expression on her cum-coated face as I stand to my full height.

“What,” Eva cries out, licking our combined seed from her lips.

Smirking, I stare directly into her eyes, ensuring she can see my resolve. Then, I lay down the law. “You don’t get to come until you’ve signed on the dotted line.”

“What do you mean I can’t say no?” Eva exclaims, looking up from the document on the table.

Smirking, I reply, “Just like it says there in black and white.”

Her honey-brown eyes dilate, and I pounce. “No matter what we ask of you, the only acceptable reply is yes.”

Eva gulps, her head swivels, studying our expressions, probably trying to determine whether we’re being serious or not.

The answer—as serious as the way we watched our sister die. Eva Rose Pierce will be at our beckoning, and we will break her, remaking her into the perfect doll.

The chair screeches as she pushes to stand. “I-I-I don’t think I can do this.” Her gaze flicks up before dropping to the floor, and she begins to wring her wrist aggressively. The skin turns bright red as she mumbles incoherently to herself.

Cooper slides behind her, wrapping an arm around her waist and tugging her into his body before lowering his mouth to her neck. “Are you sure you can’t, Evie Rose?” he whispers, nipping her throat. Her breath hitches, but he doesn’t stop until she looks ready to melt into a puddle. “Because I think you very much can. In fact, I think you desperately want to.”

Her eyes momentarily close, reopening with a determined resolve. “Let me keep reading,” she sighs, pulling away from Cooper’s arms. Then, she picks up the contract and reads it aloud.

“Section 2—Subsection 3A, Eva Rose Pierce agrees to the following terms:

I must be available at your beck and call, and if I should miss a call, I must call back within five minutes.

I must only wear outfits agreed upon. The only exception is for volleyball.