I Still Love You, I Promise

Hard To Think When I'm Under You

 "So Obedient. And all mine"

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Okay, I've officially been in here too long. Any longer and she's going to think I'm taking a dump. I emerge from the bathroom, trying to act casual, and spot Harper in the corner of the room.

"That bathtub is massive," I say, like that's the reason I spent so much time in there. "I think you'll like it, Harper." I wiggle my brows, but my attention quickly drifts to the table next to her, where a familiar object catches my eye. The red and black cone. I give it a little wave, grinning. "Oh! Hey, Bad Lana! It's been a while."

Harper's jaw drops. "Wait... you know who that is?"

"When we arrived at the retreat, Bad Lana was in charge. We had twenty-four hours to do whatever we wanted... kinda like your first day here. Those were the days." I say, drifting off into memory. Lots of reckless, horny challenges and dares. And that first night with Isla... although that didn't exactly end as expected.

"I can't believe I'm just hearing about this now!" Harper exclaims, still processing. "So, that means that you... you and..."

"Taz and Harper," Bad Lana's voice cuts in, before Harper can finish. "I am here to offer you both a deal."

Harper and I exchange a glance, equally intrigued.

"It's simple," Bad Lana continues. "During your stay in this suite, all rule breaks... are half their original price."

Half? Oh, this could be very good. Or very bad. A two-for-one deal on temptation? Her offer lingers in the air, practically glowing with opportunity.

"I strongly suggest you take this chance to get to know each other better. After all... it's a very generous offer."

With that, Bad Lana flickers off, leaving us both standing there in stunned silence.

A 50% discount? That means sex is $10,000 instead of $20,000. Or we could do it twice for the price of once. Logic tells me this is a trap—Bad Lana's tempting us for a reason. But the other part of me, the one currently making my pants feel very tight, is ready to toss logic out the window and grab this opportunity. I've only lost $3,000 so far. What's ten grand between friends? Besides, some of the others have hardly lost anything. They might even thank us for keeping it on the cheaper side.

"So, we're supposed to keep our hands to ourselves all night?" I ask, feeling like that might be harder than growing an extra arm. Especially now that I realize what she's wearing. She's changed into delicate lace—nothing more revealing than her bikini, except for the sheer panels that make it infinitely sexier. I want to tear it off her with my teeth.

"This would be a lot easier if you didn't look so verdammt hot right now," I groan, crossing my arms and leaning against the wall, glaring at her as if she's done this to personally torture me. "This is sabotage."

"Well, maybe I don't want to make it easy for you," she says, eyes narrowing as she steps closer, her voice dripping with mischief. "Maybe I want it to be hard... very hard."

"You're evil."

"Your worst nightmare," she whispers in my ear, her breath warm against my skin. Her bare thigh brushes against the bulge in my underwear and I supress a hiss. I'm seconds away from losing control. My hand twitches, ready to grab her, but she dances out of reach with a teasing smile.