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I swiped my hands through my hair. “Just fucking have a conversation with her.” She hadn’t been that bristly while we were chatting in the back yard.

The VP buckled his belt and cut his eyes sideways at me. “If you’re such good husband material, you marry the bitch.”

I backed up a step. That wasn’t what I meant.

“Oh right.” Sas rolled his eyes. “Because you’re not the marrying kind.”

“I’m not the monogamous kind,” I said through clenched teeth.

“How is that any different?”

“Communication.” I hated that I needed to have this conversation with him.

Poly relationships are a two-way street. Or six. Or twelve. Hell, the paths were exponential with every new person added into the mix. Regardless of how many people, though, it was all about trust. Fuck, my inner talk track sounded like my parents. All four of them.

Sas towered over me. “I just communicate differently than you, Graff. With my cock. Not my mouth.” He adjusted himself for emphasis and stalked out of the room.

I dropped my head back and let out a long breath, then commented to the empty room, “That went about as well as sugar in a gas tank.”

Chapter Eleven

ADELINA

As soon asthe door to the warehouse had slammed shut behind Graff, I had changed the music to something tolerable. I had half expected him to storm back out, kick me off the controls, and flip back to the dangerously masculine playlist he’d been managing before I’d arrived. But he didn’t return. No matter how long I waited, and he didn’t appear.

It really couldn’t take this long for him to give my joke of a fiancé a piece of his mind. Speaking of yelling, I had expected at least a few groans or complaints when I changed the music, but nothing.

“Approved playlist, my ass,” I mumbled.

Even with the complete genre swap, it didn’t slow how everyone around fucked like rabbits. Maybe if I put on a baby’s lullaby, they would finally get the hint stop the orgy unfolding in front of me.

I rubbed my eyes, hoping the scene would change.

There wasn’t a snowball’s chance in hell I would ever be able to unsee this, and I wondered for a hot second what Papà would say if he could see me now. That brought a smirk to my lips,which promptly fell as one of the bunnies started screaming, “Oh, Pip. Yes, Pip.”

“Geez,” I murmured to the computer screen. “That one’s a porn star in the making.”

If this was the history channel or some animal show, I would totally think what was happening before my eyes was normal. But this was real life. These were humans.

At least, I thought they were, no matter how much they fucked like animals.

When I blinked, the channel wouldn’t change.

Several of the men had women bent over picnic tables and others had women riding their cocks while they threw their heads back against their Adirondack chairs.

This was like that stupid horse tribe in theGame of Thronesseries on HBO. No matter how hard I had tried to look away then, I’d had my eyes glued to the TV like they were stuck on the porn flick happening now.

Sweat rolled off their bodies. Moans and mewls mingled in the air along with the scents of smoke, alcohol, and weed.

Nothing I could think of could tame the beasts, despite how shameless they acted.

While Sas and a few others had wandered off to find a room, the prospects—those without patches on their leather cuts—were stuck outside passing around the same group of bunnies. Maybe all the rooms in this brothel were full.

Soon, Kaos had returned from inside, naked from the waist up, and one of the guys pulled her into the orgy. How wonderful for her. One of the prospects yanked her onto his lap, and she groaned loudly as he clearly entered her. After a hot second, she started grinding herself on his lap and screeched like a banshee as he drove in and out of her.

Suddenly, she looked over at me as she kneaded her own breasts, shooting me a wink and a teasing smile.

Was she trying to flirt with me? Or just trying to show off how everyone wanted her?

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