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“What?” She asks, her cheeks pink up beautifully.

“Oh, Cherry. You’re fucking adorable.” Chuckling at her, I grab her hands in mine. “You’ll learn I’m a different breed. Stabbing me is like foreplay.”

“Ohhh…” Her pouty lips form the cutest little “O” as she realizes what I meant. “Well, still, I’m sorry. It was a reflex. You startled me. I wasn’t expecting anyone to be there.”

I might as well get this out of the way now since she brought it up. “What were you doing there?”

Her face turns pale again, all evidence of bashfulness gone in the blink of an eye. “It doesn’t matter,” she mumbles, turning to look around the bathroom and refusing to meet my eyes. “Can I take a shower?” Her almost whispered question stuns me for a second.

“Ye-yes,” I stutter out, blinking the shock from my eyes at how quickly she retreated back into the quiet, shy girl she was in that exam room earlier.

What the fuck happened to her?

She moves to stand and I steady her with my hands on her waist. “Let me show you how to work the panel and I’ll go find you some clothes.”

Getting up off the floor, we walk over to the massive shower with sprayers in all directions. “Holy shit, this is the fanciest shower I’ve been in,” she says in awe, taking in the bougie ass shower Royal insisted we needed in all our bathrooms.

“Yeah, Royal designed this entire fancy-ass house for us, and he insisted we needed these fancy showers in all of our bathrooms. It took me months to figure out how to work these fuckers.”

I quickly show her how to turn it on and adjust which sprayers she wants and the temperature levels. “Can you just, um, turn them all on, scalding hot please?” She asks, looking sheepishly at the panel like she doesn’t want to fuck it up.

“Yeah, I can do that, pretty girl,” I say, chuckling at her again, turning the sprayers on and adjusting the temperature to nearly Satan's asshole for her. “I’ll leave you to it. I’ll grab you some clothes from my room.”

“Thank you,” she says, smiling shyly at me before looking toward the floor and melting me into a fucking puddle like a schoolboy.

“No need to thank me, Cherry,” I say, gently lifting her chin to look into her eyes.

Her smile lights my soul on fire. Kissing her forehead, it takes every ounce of my strength not to lift her up and pin her to the fucking wall. I turn around and head out of the bathroom.

Royal and Alek are still sleeping like the dead, but Alek is now spooning him. Laughing to myself because I know without a doubt, Royal will be getting his monster morning wood soon, and I am here for it. I slip out of his bedroom and go to my own. We are all way bigger than Raena, but I’m the smallest of us all, so I grab her some boxers, sweats, and a t-shirt.

I will say, regardless of size, I really want to wrap her in my scent. I’m having this primal urge to see her in my clothes. I’ve never had this desire for anyone, so this feels foreign to me.

After grabbing what I need, I walk back down the hall, through Aleks bedroom and stop dead in my tracks when I peer through the crack in the door.

The scene in front of me sends a lightning bolt of desire straight to my cock. Raena is standing under the sprayers in the glass shower stall, one leg up on the bench. She has one hand on the wall, with the other one wrapped around the detachable shower head. The direct stream of water is aimed between her legs. Her red hair is in waist length ribbons shrouding her face from view with her head angled down.

Holy fucking shit.

A soft moan escapes her and hits me right in the cock. I slowly open the door to get a full view of the show she is putting on for me. She looks like a fucking goddess right now, pleasuring herself with absolutely no care in the world.

I will gladly worship at her feet every fucking day of my life. When I die, I’ll worship her from the afterlife as well. There will be no escape for her.

Throwing her head back to the ceiling, her moans get louder and louder. I don’t want to wake my brothers so I step inside the bathroom and close the door to muffle her delectable sounds. I want to keep them for myself for now.

The sound of the door latching catches her attention and she rolls her head to the side to look dead into my soul. But she doesn’t stop. She locks eyes with me as she reaches the peak of her orgasm, and I’m a fucking goner. I don’t think she understands the beast she just unleashed.

I’m a psychopath.

Certifiably insane.

I think I fucking love her.

Chapter 19

The flood of euphoria filling my body from my orgasm makes my knees weak. Dropping the shower head to hang from the wall, I put both hands on the wall to steady myself, my body still twitching as I suck in deep breaths.

I don’t know what came over me. I have never felt desire like this before. The pulsing between my legs was too strong to ignore. These men. They make me feel things I don’t understand. I barely know their names, yet when Maddox caught me getting off in the shower, I didn’t stop.

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