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She looks up at me with so much want before her lips part. “Fuck me, Xavier.”

I go crazy at that moment, grabbing her other leg and holding her up against the wall before plunging into her, filling her to the hilt. She screams out, her back arching and her nails digging into my shoulders. I pound into her, finding the perfect rhythm before I feel her pussy begin to tighten. With just a few more deep thrusts, I feel her shatter around me, clenching me so tightly it sends me over the edge with her.

Afterward, I shower and clean her up before taking her against the bathroom counter like the other day, where I watchher beautiful face as she comes all over my cock two more times. By the time we make it to bed, we are both spent.

“I love you, Corrine,” I say as I close my eyes.

“I love you too, Butterfly,” she whispers back.

Chapter 39

Sasha

I wake up to pale light shining through a curtained window. My mouth feels like cotton and I have a blinding headache. Groaning out loud, I turn from my side onto my back to stretch my body. It feels stiff and sore, like I’ve been crunched up in the same position all night. Scattered thoughts fly through my mind faster than I can comprehend.

Where am I? What happened last night?

And then the fear hits. Uncle is going to kill me if I passed out on a client.

The sound of a door opening wider causes me to shoot up in panic to a sitting position. Confusion settles over me while I stare into a woman’s wide, bright green eyes. It takes less than a second for recognition to set in, and then I hit extreme panic mode. I attempt to jump out of bed, but I’m hit with a sudden wave of dizziness and nausea that causes me to double over. Riley’s sister immediately rushes over and begins rubbing my back.

“You need to get back into bed and try to rest,” she says.

“I can’t be here,” I say, staring into her green eyes.

She gently helps me back into a sitting position on the edge of the bed before grabbing two pills and placing them in my hand, followed by a glass of water. I eye the pills warily. I’ve been drugged enough times in my life to be cautious about what I takefrom anyone. I flip the pills over in my hand and breathe a sigh of relief when I see they are indeed just Advil. Popping them in my mouth, I swallow them dry before reaching for the glass of water and downing the entire thing in one go.

Riley’s sister doesn’t say anything. She stares at me while I stare at her, wondering what the hell happened that I ended up wherever I am with her.

“You know, I can kind of see the resemblance now,” she says while placing her finger on her chin like she’s thinking. “If your hair was darker, you guys could definitely be siblings.”

Okay, this chick is certifiably insane. What am I doing here, and how do I get out and away? I look around the room, mentally noting where the door is and how far it is from where I am.

“You can’t go anywhere,” she states matter-of-factly, “Jonathan is out keeping guard until Xavier returns with Andre.”

“Shit, I am in so much trouble,” I say when I’m assaulted by quick flashes from last night. Xavier and Andre showed up, and Andre injected me with something. Random flashes of riding in a car, my head on Andre’s lap. My skin tingles when I think of his fingers running through my hair. Did I dream that?

“The guys will keep you safe. You don’t have to worry about getting in trouble anymore. By the way, I’m Corrine, Riley’s si…”

“I know who the fuck you are,” I growl out.

She cringes at my outburst before standing up straighter and glaring at me. “Look, I know you're probably freaking out right now. You have been through a lot. I also know there is a bad history with you and my sister. I want to help and be here for you because, like it or not, we will be in each other’s lives. I love your brother and will do anything for him, but do not mistake that love for weakness. I won’t allow anyone to walk all over me or be disrespectful, especially in my future home.” She ends her tiradewith a hand on her hip and quirks her eyebrow, clearly waiting for a response.

She definitely inherited all of her family's sassiness, but I don’t have time to compliment her on her lady balls. Did she just say, ‘Brother?

“Brother?” I ask, confused.

Her face pales a bit before she looks around the room. Now, who’s searching for an escape?

“Shit,” she says to herself out loud. “We thought you knew.”

“Knew what?”

“I think we need to wait for Xavier to get back,” she says, fidgeting with her shirt. I’m watching her squirm, waiting for her to give me some clue as to what’s going on when it clicks. She said she loved my brother. She said we were waiting for Xavier. My eyes flick back to hers.

“Wait, Xavier is my brother?”

She nods her head yes while biting her lip nervously.

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