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He smirks. “Sit. On. My. Face.”

I move closer, realising he won’t let this go, and I’m pretty sure the second I sit over him, he’ll realise what a mistake it is and give up. I throw my leg over his chest, and he inches down until his mouth is level with my pussy. “Eyes on me,” he orders, and I stare down in disbelief as he hooks his arms around my thighs and pulls me down onto him. I gasp when his tongue swipes along my opening. He keeps me firm against him while he tortures my clit with slow licks. His thumb presses against me, and I shudder. “Don’t come,” he says, withdrawing his attention. He slides me down his body until I’m sitting over his cock. I glance down, and even in its semi-hard state, it’s big.

I swallow my nerves. The time has come to bite the bullet and just give it up. I’ve held onto my virginity for far too long in the hope of finding true love, and when that failed, I sold it to a man who led me here, into this mess.

“Relax, Te, we ain’t fucking,” says Pit, his voice breaking my racing thoughts. He pushes me to sit against him, my pussy pressed against his cock as it lays flat along his stomach. He grips my hips hard enough to leave finger bruises, but I welcome them as he guides me to slide against him. A thrill shoots through me as my clit rubs against his cock. He slides his hands up my body until he’s teasing my nipples, urging me to move faster and chase my release.

I come hard, jerking against him as the warmth rolls through my body. “Hot,” he murmurs, cupping the back of my neck and pulling me to meet his lips. He kisses me until my orgasmpasses, and I collapse against him. I feel wetness between us and realise he came again, and it’s all over his stomach. Wrapping me in his arms, he gently strokes his fingers up and down my spine. “So fucking hot,” he mutters, ignoring the mess we’ve made.

I wake to the smell of food and stretch out. I open my eyes and memories of last night come flooding back. Sitting upright, I look around, realising I’m still in Pit’s bed. I glance down at my naked body and immediately scramble to pick up my clothes. The door opens and Pit appears holding a wooden tray. He smiles, and I pause as he kicks the door closed behind him. “I made breakfast,” he says, ignoring the fact I’m half stood up with the T-shirt hanging around my neck. “Get back into bed.”

I do it, sticking my arms through the shirt as I sink back. I’m not sure if I follow his orders because I want to or because, deep down, I know he’s in charge. My future is in this man’s hands, and I don’t want to rock the boat.

He slips into bed and places the tray in the centre. I stare at the pile of freshly picked strawberries along with two hot croissants. “The jam is homemade,” he tells me proudly, and I frown. How can this man, who I watched kill someone, make fucking jam? He continues to split a croissant in half before lathering it in the sticky goodness and holding it out to me, unaware of the inner turmoil I currently face. “Go on, try it,” he urges, nodding.

I take it, and he watches with anticipation as I take a bite. It’s good. Probably the best I’ve ever tasted. I give a nod, but still, he stares, and eventually, I ask, “What?”

“That’s it, just a nod?”

“What do you want me to say?”

“The truth. Is it good or not?”

“You know it is,” I say. “It’s amazing.”

He leans back against the headboard with a satisfied smile on his face. “Good.”

We eat in silence. I finish the pastry, and he forces the second half on me, insisting I eat it all. I refuse the strawberries as I haven’t eaten properly for days and my stomach is surprisingly full. Pit moves the tray to the bedside table, taking a strawberry from the pot and holding it to my lips. “Just one bite,” he says.

I take a bite, feeling the juice drip down my chin. Before I can wipe it, he runs his tongue there, gathering it and pressing his lips to mine in a bruising kiss. He’s intoxicating, and I could easily get lost, but his hand travels under my shirt and cups my breast, snapping me from my lustful thoughts. I pull back, and he pops the rest of the strawberry into his mouth.

“I should shower,” I mutter.

“Why are you looking like that?” he asks, grabbing the television remote and turning it on to a news channel. He mutes it and turns to look at me, waiting for my reply. I shrug. “Like you’re scared or some shit.”

“I am.”

He arches a brow. “Of me?”

“Yes.”

“Even though just a few hours ago, you sat on my face then masturbated against my cock?” My cheeks burn instantly, and I stare down at the floor. “Take the shirt off,” he adds. I go to remove it, but he places a hand over mine, stilling me. “Take it off because you want to, not because I’ve ordered you to.” I remove it, dropping it to the floor. “When we’re alone like this, you should always be naked,” he says, pulling me to lie back and trailing his mouth over my stomach and up to my breasts. “When we’re like this, let’s forget all the shit that got us here and pretend none of that exists.”

I close my eyes, letting his magic hands take me to another place, allowing my mind to do exactly what he’s suggested and pretend that nothing else exists outside of this moment. I push away the doubts I have about his sanity, and the worrying signs staring me in the face over his split personality. One minute, he’s got me by the throat, and the next, he’s making fucking jam. If it wasn’t so fucked-up, it’d be funny.

Chapter Eight

Pit

“Did you get her to call him?” asks Axel.

“No answer, Pres,” I say. It’s easier to lie over the phone when he can’t see it on my face. “I’ll keep trying.”

The truth is, I haven’t even raised the topic with Tessa yet, and right now, I don’t want to. The house is still full of brothers who are taking turns to show up here and keep me company, ensuring the road doesn’t call to me. So, I split my time between them and her, sneaking off to the room whenever I can and spending the nights beside her, making her come. When I’m with her, everything else fades away, including the nagging desire to hit the road. We don’t even fucking talk. We touch each other like teenagers exploring for the first time, but no words pass unless they’re words of encouragement from me as she explores what she likes.

“And things are good?” Axel asks, bringing me back to the call.

“Yeah.”

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