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Warm liquid hits my pussy, sending another shock through me as I experience a mini orgasm while Rowan comes all over me with a manly moan, covering me as he promised. He seems to wring every last drop out of himself, and then suddenly he’s pulling up my knickers and leggings, covering my pussy and keeping his cum against me.

“Same rules as yesterday, Lamb,” he purrs next to my ear, his voice all breathless and husky. “Don’t wash until tonight.”

He pulls me off Roman’s dick with a wet pop sound, and I open my eyes to find Roman slumped back against the sofa, his cock semi-hard still as his chest heaves, Hunt whispering in his ear and stroking his face in a tender gesture that makes my eyes burn.

“Shit, baby. I’ve never come from someone just sucking my tip like that, and it was…intense,” he breathes out, tucking himself into his boxers and jeans, doing the latter up and looking at me with a sated look in his beautiful brown eyes.

“That’s because our Lamb is fucking perfect,” Rowan praises in my ear, his voice a low timbre that has me shivering. “Now, crawl onto Hunt’s lap and he will fill you in on what happened last night while I fetch your breakfast.”

He places a soft kiss against my temple, stepping away as I round the sofa on shaky legs and drop into Hunt’s waiting arms and lap. He makes an oof sound, and I can’t help giggling as I snuggle into his embrace, his arms wrapping around me and making me feel so fucking safe.

“What happened last night?” I question, and his chest takes in a deep inhale as his grip tightens slightly.

“Everything went exactly as planned, Peaches,” he tells me, Roman’s warm palm coming to rub soothing circles along my legs, which he pulls onto his lap. “We arrived just before sunset, captured and tied up Uncle Adrian, who turns out is not Lilly’s uncle at all.”

“What do you mean? Who is he then?” I question, going to sit up, but Hunt’s small growl has me sinking back down.

“He was her mum’s fiancée way back,” Roman says, his hands starting to massage my legs in a way that has me melting under his touch. “He was an abusive arsehole back then too, and when Lilly’s mum was pregnant with someone else’s baby, she ran.”

“Wow, shit…that’s crazy,” I whisper, and murmurs of agreement come from the guys. “But he was…” I can’t finish the sentence, unable to voice the trauma that she must have gone through finding out that it was her mum’s old dickhead of a fiancé who was abusing her.

“It gets worse, Peaches,” Hunt says, his voice soft and almost pained. Then he takes a deep inhale. “Lilly’s mum hid her for eighteen years, but then he found them.”

My stomach rolls, chills making me shiver, and Roman pauses in his massage to draw a blanket around me. “Tell me, Hunt. Please?”

His arms pull me closer, my head on his chest, his steady heartbeat a reassurance. “He murdered her mum, it turns out she had stolen some things from him, important shares in a company, and when she refused to tell him where they were, he lost it, stabbing her repeatedly with a kitchen knife. Lilly found her not long after.”

A gasping sob leaves my chest, the horror of what Lilly must have gone through that day overwhelming me. I’ve always keenly felt what others have, been sensitive to emotions and my environment, and this guts me.

“Shhh, baby, it’s okay. It’s all over now, darling,” Hunt soothes as Roman draws closer and Rowan abandons the plate of food he was carrying over on a side table, crouching in front of me, also somehow getting his arms around me as I cry for a complete stranger.

But she’s not a stranger. I feel like somehow I know her, that we share things that no woman should have to.

“I’d like to meet her one day. Lilly,” I tell them, my voice thick, and my hand flutters underneath the blanket, stroking my stomach. We have more in common now than just our shared trauma, and I think that maybe becoming friends is something that might help us both.

“Of course. When you’re up to it, we’ll arrange it, Princess,” Roman says, pressing a kiss on my forehead.

“Now, eat your breakfast, Peaches,” Hunt orders, and I give a wavering laugh at his bossiness.

“You, Hunter Anderson, are a feeder,” I tell him as Roo pulls away and retrieves the plate from the side table with a variety of fruit and pastries on it.

“I will always look after you, Iris Anderson,” he tells me softly, placing a gentle kiss on my head. “Now be a good girl for Daddy and eat your breakfast.”

CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR

“ELEPHANT IN THE ROOM” BY ROWAN DRAKE

ROMAN

Several days pass where we get to visit Iris every day and it’s fucking bliss. We spend a good part of the morning with her, or afternoon, depending on her schedule, then drive back and get on with Shadows’ business. It takes effort to run an empire like ours, and we’ve been neglecting it for too long, especially with the fucking hate campaign Sergi is running against us.

On Wednesday night, I’m roused from sleep by my phone buzzing on the bedside table next to me. Hunt’s rosemary and mint scent surrounds me as I crack my eyes open, reaching out to grab it off the table. Then my heart pounds, sending a drop of adrenaline through me as I immediately think something is wrong with Iris. I blink at the screen, seeing Lilly’s number flash up. We exchanged numbers on Monday, just in case they needed us again.

“Lilly?” I answer, my voice slightly croaky from being asleep until a few moments before. My pulse settles a little, knowing Iris is fine, that she’s not in trouble. “Everything okay?” The other end of the line is quiet, and I sit up, the sheets next to me rustling as Hunt sits up too, his eyes laser-focused on me and his brows deeply furrowed.“Lilly?”

“I need to get out, Roman,” she whispers, and the sadness in those four words has my chest tightening. “Know any clubs open or parties happening?”

I’m silent for a beat, looking into Hunt’s eyes as I think.Fuck. “Sure, you know Depravity? In Shoreditch?”

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