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She huffed, and that one small noise had him divulging more just to piss her off.

"And now the next time someone thinks of crossing me, they'll have to ask themselves: 'Will the Devil come to take my wife? My sister, my daughter? Will he fuck and degrade them like he didher?'"

Harlow's gaze snapped to him. "And you think I'm just going to submit to you? That I'm just going to let you 'own' me?"

"I hope not," he told her honestly. "But I also know the kind of woman you are. Your wants, your desires. I know the thought of being treated like a whore turns you on, and despite how angry you are to have found yourself in this position, a part of you is curious."

"And if I don't want you? You'll have sex with me against my will?"

Lucien laughed, but the sound was cold. "We both know that when I fuck you, it will be very much consensual. You're interested in what I can provide you. But that doesn't mean anyone looking in from the outside will know that."

Lucien didn't understand why he needed her to admit that she wanted him. But now that he'd decided to break her sexually and emotionally, the thought of her desire waning for him was unacceptable.

He needed that control over her, right here and now.

Harlow's eyes narrowed on him as she scoffed. "Interested? I was bound to someone like you once before. I don't want that again."

Lucien's smile died on his lips. He grabbed the back of her neck and the leg furthest from him, dragging her into his space until she was straddling him again. She fit nicely on his lap, and now he knew how she'd feel riding his cock from that little performance she'd put on earlier.

His fingers tightened on the back of her neck while his other hand dipped between them, cupping her sex through her clothing. He could already feel her arousal spreading through the thin material, and part of him was tempted to pull out his knife and slice the garment from her.

"What the hell do you think you're doing?" Harlow hissed out a startled breath and her eyes became heavy lidded when his thumb brushed her clit through the material.

"I bet if I ripped these leggings off and stuck my fingers in your pussy, they would come back dripping. Wouldn't they, princess?"

Harlow's thighs clenched and she let out a trembling breath instead of answering. He rubbed his fingers over her until she squeezed her eyes shut and bit her lower lip to keep from moaning.

Her hands found his shoulders, fingers digging into his suit for purchase. But she didn't stop him, not in the slightest.

"You can tell yourself all day long that you're uninterested, but we both know if I slammed my cock into your tight little cunt, that you'd let me. And you'd like it. Answer me, Harlow."

"Yes," she bit out, rocking her hips over his hand. Her eyes popped open and she glared at him with as much hatred as she could muster.

Lucien found it hypnotic, the way her light blue eyes swirled with emotion and sucked him into her orbit.

He let her pleasure herself with his fingers until she was shaking over him, throwing her head back as she gasped.

Lucien smirked, taking his hand away.

"What the hell?" Harlow snapped, dropping her pussy onto his stiff cock. His hands found her hips, holding her still when she tried to use him to chase a release that was quickly slipping away. "The least you could do is get me off since you plan on keeping me like a pet for the rest of my life."

"I won't keep you forever," Lucien promised. "And I never said anything about keeping you as a pet." Although he should treat her as poorly as he would his enemies.

Maybe he should lock her in a cage and keep her out of sight, so he wouldn't feel the urge to take her.

Her brow furrowed. "You won't?"

Lucien shook his head, more words falling from his lips before he could stop himself.

"I'll even make you a deal, Harlow."

"A deal?"

With the Devil? That already sounded like a horrible idea, and yet Harlow found herself sitting up straighter in his lap when she should have been ripping the car door open and throwing herself into traffic in order to escape this mess.

But just like Lucien had said; she was interested and it made her furious with herself.

She hated that his touch was like a shock to her system. She hated that it reinvigorated her and left her aching for more. And she especially hated that she knew she was going to cave in and make a deal with him because as much as she hated him and everything he represented, it had been so long since anyone made her feel even slightly what he'd managed in one single night.

Besides, what was her alternative?

Not make a deal with him and still have to relinquish everything to him until he grew tired of her anyway?

Try to run away again and possibly get the only family she had known for years killed?

Her fate was sealed, her first attempt to escape was botched before it really even started, and now she wasn't even sure she could try and flee again.

Not if it meant putting Raider in danger. She might talk a big game and claim she despised the biker for what he'd done, but she understood the predicament they'd both been put in.

Because of Lucien and her sticky fingers.

"I might have bartered for you, but I've never fucked a woman against her will. I won't start with you."

Where the hell was he going with this?

"I expect your obedience, Harlow, but I won't have sex with you until you beg me to."

Her hands dropped from his shoulders and she slid off of his lap, settling back into her seat as the car pulled into a parking garage.

"You won't touch me at all?" Why did that disappoint her?

Lucien smirked. "I didn't say that. I plan to do many things with your body before and after you decide to let me in."

"Will you hurt me? Physically?"

Lucien shook his head, shifting slightly so he was facing her head-on. "I won't hurt you unless you ask me to, and even then, it will only be to further your pleasure."

"What if I don't want to do something that you tell me to do? Do you plan on making me? You hold all the power here, I'm not naïve."

"Do you know about hard limits?"

"You mean in terms of BDSM? Yes."

"Select a safe word if you don't have one already. Anything that you find to be too extreme, you can use it and we'll stop what we're doing. But I will warn you now, Harlow. If you abuse this safety net I'm giving you, I might be inclined to forgo it."

Harlow looked out of her car window once more before sighing and turning back to Lucien. "Why are you even giving me these options? You could just do whatever you wanted anyway."

"I could."

"Then why don't you?"

"Because I know that you don't want to surrender yourself to me, and it will be all the sweeter when you do."

Fat chance of that happening.

"What's the deal you're offering?"

"I won't take you until you're ready, but you're not allowed to touch yourself. You're not allowed to cum unless I make you. If I found out that you have, there will be consequences. If I find out you've used another to cum, there will be consequences."

Harlow stiffened.

"What kinds of consequences?"

Lucien shrugged, his face an expressionless mask she couldn't hope to decipher.

"It depends on my mood and the severity of what you've done."

"Okay," Harlow found herself saying. "Okay."