Page 69 of Drown in You

“No-sisters rule,” he snaps.

“Don’t break up the party, Valentine,” Damien protests. “Your sister was finally about to have some fun.”

Wordlessly, Luke hauls me out of the room.

“Where are you taking her?” Knox calls.

“To sober up.”

At least, I’m pretty sure that’s what he said. Sights and sounds are swirling around me, words distorted as they reach me as if they were spoken through water.

He pulls me into a tiny bathroom, flicking on the bright fluorescent light. I shield my eyes against it like a vampire burning under the sun and smack the light back off.

Luke whirls on me, picking me up and slamming me down onto the sink so fast, I yelp. The sink is icy against my ass, covered only by the thin fabric of my dress.

“What the hell are you doing?” I squeal.

“What the hell are you doing with those three?” His growl is distorted by the mask covering his face. I hate the way it makes my stomach knot.

“Knox said, he wants you upstairs. I assumed he meant you.”

With a rough hand, Luke grabs the back of my neck. “You were coming upstairs for me?”

I bite my lip. I’ve lied and kept so many secrets from him. I need to finally be honest. “Yes.”

Luke tears the mask off and yanks me to him, our mouths colliding.

I don’t breathe, don’t move, as his lips press against mine.

When his tongue slips past my lips, I moan into his mouth. He grabs me by the hip and drags me closer, my pussy smacking against him.

I whimper, and he groans into my mouth. The sound makes my limbs go weak.

My heart pounds as Luke sinks his teeth into my bottom lip and I gasp. Of their own accord, my hands drift from his chest to the collar of his shirt and tug him closer.

He unleashes himself on me. He sucks on my tongue, my thighs shaking around his hips. My high moans mix with his throaty groans to create an obscene echo in the tiny bathroom.

When he grinds his zipper between my legs, he makes contact with the sensitive bundle of nerves and I cry out.

He swallows down the cry, pulling me even closer so I’m flush against him. Until he breaks the kiss and sinks to his knees in front of me.

Luke’s finger swipes up my slit to my clit, drawing a low moan from my throat. “Did any of them touch you here?” he growls.

I shake my head quickly. Even if any of them had touched me, admitting that to Luke right now seems incredibly dangerous. He might not hurt me, but he would end all three Devils in that bedroom. “I didn’t want them to touch me. Only you.”

He slides a finger inside me and curls it. I gasp, thighs clenching together. “You’re mine, Sienna.” He adds a second finger, and I whimper at the stretch. “Don’t ever forget that.”

I couldn’t even if I wanted to.

The questions I’m dying to ask him are on the tip of my tongue. Are you the man behind the mask? The man who’s been my friend for years? Why are you still hiding?

But what if he’s not Ten? He’ll be insulted and hurt that I’m hoping they’re the same person. No, I need more evidence before I confront him about it. Something more concrete than a hunch.

A small creak. My gaze flashes to the door. Is it shut? I can’t tell in the dark.

Luke’s lips find my clit and suck. My hips buck into him, the pleasure excruciating. No one compares to the man on his knees before me. No one compares to Luke Valentine.

I squeeze my eyes shut. My stepbrother has his mouth and fingers between my legs. And I’m letting him.

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