Page 26 of Torn In Two

I hadn’t questioned it either. Just shoved down the occasional realization that when I was watching porn, sometimes I watched the guy just as much as the woman.

It wasn’t that I liked the thought of them more. But that I knew what having a woman on my cock felt like. I knew what her touch did to me, and sure, I liked it. I’d fucking loved Kara’s body wrapped around mine and the feel of her curves against my skin.

I fucking loved her.

But I’d watched men fuck on TV screens. I’d watched men dance at strip clubs.

I’d thought about letting Hayden fuck me.

It had turned me on.

As did the thought of having Kara watch. Or of having her in between us, both of us impaling her, feeling Hayden’s cock nudged up against mine, both of us inside her pussy.

My balls ached with the desire building inside me.

I needed to go home.

I couldn’t sit out here watching them anymore. This was fucking torture.

I started the bike, not caring the damn engine was loud, and steered it down the shitty Saint View street Chaos called home.

I paused at the end for a sleek gray Porsche, the driver’s profile visible through the windshield as he took the corner. He lifted a hand in greeting, and I did the same back because it was instinct, and something about the guy was familiar.

I rode along the backstreets of Saint View, puzzling over how I knew the guy until my thick-as-rocks brain finally puzzled it out.

I spun the bike around so fucking fast I nearly gave myself whiplash. Within a minute, I was back on Chaos’s street and dropping my bike on the road outside his apartment, not giving a fuck if I ruined the paint.

Luca Guerra would be buried six feet under before he got anywhere near my woman.

I ran across the sparse lawn, sending my boot against a security door that didn’t live up to its name because it crumpled beneath the force of a single kick. Seriously? This was where Hayden wanted Kara to live? He had to be fucking joking.

I paused at a T intersection in the corridor, turned about and not sure which direction Chaos’s apartment was.

“Chaos!” Luca shouted. “I’m done with you not answering my calls. You owe me ten women. So unless you want me to start with the sweet little thing you picked up from the hospital this afternoon, I suggest you don’t leave me standing out here waiting.”

The red haze that dropped down over my eyes was instant.

So was the way I pulled my gun.

On silent feet, I moved along the corridor, finger over the trigger, rounding a final corner and taking aim at the back of Luca’s head, right as Chaos opened the door.

I paused. I was a decent shot but not perfect, especially not at this distance.

He might have shot me once upon a time, and maybe I owed him a bullet, but the fact I might miss Luca and hit Chaos instead had me freezing, finger shaking.

Chaos’s gaze slid to me.

Held.

When I didn’t move, he turned back to Luca.

Chaos’s eyes darkened. “You so much as come near her and you’re a dead man.”

Luca laughed, the sound uncharacteristically bitter.

I didn’t know the guy well, but from what I’d heard, he wasn’t fazed by much. His control over his emotions was exactly what made him deadly. He was sharp as a tack. Slick. He never missed.

But today that had slipped because either the guy wasn’t as good as his reputation had led me to believe. Or he was downright distracted.

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