Page 28 of Líadan's Code

“Ugh, I’m too old to be dickmitized by a pretty cock,” I groan, covering my face. I can feel Brendan laughing at me. His shoulders are shaking as he does a terrible job of holding it in. “Why aren’t you more upset about this?”

“Jordan does have a gorgeous cock, and I came so hard I almost blacked out when I watched him lose himself to your touch,” Brendan says honestly, tugging away my hands from my face.

“I’m not upset because I can see the attraction. I want to be a part of it. I adore you, but my wanting a man isn’t going to make me love you any less.”

Swallowing hard, I bite my lip as I think about that. Brendan calmly continues driving us home, as if what he just said wasn’t a little bit crazy.

“If things were different, I would hate it if it was another girl,” I tell him. “Isn’t that hypocritical?

“No, because you’re the only woman I’ll ever want,” he says. “His cum tasted amazing, and I wanted to feed it to you, but no one can know who you are. That’s the only reason I didn’t. Lía, you’re going to need to talk to him and explain some things if he’s living at our house.”

“I hate being an adult,” I grumble. “Did you see how he reacted to the wand? How is it possible that he got off on that?”

“How is it possible that I regularly use my knife to get you off?” he counters. “Lía we don’t kink shame and you know it. The number of times you’ve come on the handle of my knife and my cock will not be named. I can only imagine how hot he’d be between us.”

Squeezing my thighs together, I whimper just for him. Brendan links his fingers in mine as he shrugs.

“Life is too damn short to give a fuck about what others think. This could all be short lived,” he says. “Let’s just see where it goes. I want you to know that I’m just as interested in him too.”

Squeezing his hand, I nod as I accept that I have to wait. My secret will only be safe if I can convince Jordan to keep it. There may be times where he’s around other people and he can’t let it slip.

I’m not ready to be unmasked as the family’s worst nightmare yet.

Jordan

My head hurts when I wake up from one of the most intense orgasms of my life. The brat electrocuted me! Fuck, if she were mine, I’d spank her ass red and then edge her for hours. While I’ve seen her body and watched her orgasm, I don’t know what she looks like though.

The questions haven’t lessened either while I’ve been here. Why does she cover her face and why is she called the Banshee?

My lips twist in amusement as I glance down and see that someone pulled my boxer briefs back over my hips and put my cock away. So kind of them.

I lost track of time as I attempted to doze. I have to pee, I want a shower, and my entire body is being affected by really painful pins and needles from hanging up here. Gah, I’m a whiny bitch.

Finally, the door opens to the room, and a large man walks in. His almost colorless eyes appear soulless as he gazes at me, his muscles shifting as he comes closer. My heart starts to pound as I wait to see why he’s here.

I’ve been hanging for so long, I doubt I have many defensive moves when my limbs are either numb or on fire.

“I fucking hate grunt work,” the man grumbles as he releases both chains. The action makes my body crash to the ground, though I swallow back my cry of alarm. Fuck, that hurt.

Unwinding the chains from my body, he hauls me up, muttering to himself the entire time. It’s amazing what people will tell you when they think you’re half out of it.

“The boss could have sent Brendan or Cormac to pick you up, but no. They’re both in meetings with the boss, so I have the pleasure of being your fucking taxi,” he mutters.

“If you’re the taxi, you may want to let me use the restroom before I piss all over you,” I say, unable to keep my mouth shut.

Expecting him to hit me, I’m unsurprised when he launches my body across the room for shits and giggles. Sadly enough, the wall does not offer any cushion, and now my bladder is screaming at me.

Getting up feels too hard at the moment, my muscles trembling from the exertion of however long I’ve been hanging from the chains.

Has it been two days? Three? Fuck if I know. It’s a miracle I haven’t pissed myself yet.

As if feeling better now that he’s had his temper tantrum, the man lifts me off the ground and practically drags me out of the room.

“Ugh, you smell,” he complains as he walks quickly.

“Is he leaving so soon, Bruin?” someone asks. I can’t see who it is because my body really is sore and being thrown across the room pulled a muscle in my neck.

“Yeah, he’s the boss’ bitch now,” Bruin states.

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