Her eyes lift with mine and catch the lost boys staring. She goes instantly still. Her breathing stops and it softens another piece inside my soul, all the while my head screams at me not to let her in any further.

“I want to make you feel faint, Wendy. I want to make your world go black and be the only one that breathes you back to life. Gives you air.”

“Get out,” I suddenly yell and see my men look up at me startled, out of the corner of my eye.

“But boss...” Rufio starts.

“Now, or I’ll kill every last one of you.”

They shuffle out quickly, my focus never wavering off Wendy as she lays still across my knees. She still hasn’t taken a breath. Still needs air. Still needs — me?

Lifting her nightgown, my cock hardens as I take in her curves. Her bare ass. No panties. No barriers. Groaning, I spank her hard one time and feel my blackened heart start to beat faster when she sucks in a breath, finally getting the air she needs to keep functioning. Keep living. To stay here with me, if only just a little bit longer.

“This for me?” I growl, as I stroke up the inside of her thighs. She tightens them, denying me access to what I’ve been dreaming about since the last time I had her, seventeen years ago.

“No,” she hisses back.

Smack!

She sucks in a breath, holds it, and I can’t help the laugh that escapes my lips.

Leaning forward, I whisper in her ear again, “Wrong.” She moans as her legs betray her and they slowly start to part. “So fucking wrong, Darling,” I growl into her ear. “You’ll pay for that.”

My hand trails higher up her thigh as her scent rises to greet me. Drugged, drunk on the smell of her desire, I almost lose control. Almost finger her cunt. Almost turn her over and devour her pussy with my tongue before plunging my cock inside her until she’s screaming for me to stop.

Peter would have no control.

Hook learned over the years that patience, discipline, dominance, is the difference between a boy and a man.

“Remember, I have ways of making you obedient, Darling.”

“Go to hell,” She snaps.

A wicked laugh escapes my mouth as my fingertips trail along the outside of her velvet lips, touching close enough to make her want more, make her body betray her. She bucks her hips, sways them from side to side trying to get me to touch her where she wants most, but again I deny her.

Smack!

“Oh God,” she purrs.

“Which one is it, Darling,” I smile. “God? Or the devil himself?”

I rub her red cheeks and wait for a response. When she still hasn’t answered me after a moment, I pull her up and force her to straddle my hips.