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“My dick is perfectly fine,” I grunt, squeezing the column of her little throat until her eyes widen. “Unlike others, I always use a condom before I fuck someone. What about you, dear stepsister? Am I going to need a penicillin shot after fucking you bare?”

Braxton smirks as he pockets his lighter. The asshole has a problem with lighting shit on fire, though typically my father keeps him pretty busy starting fires for him. People who don’t pay back their debts find themselves without a business. I’m surprised Kyna hasn’t figured out what Dad and we do for a living.

She’s been hidden from the truth, and now it looks like she was going to run from us. That’s unacceptable. Jameson searched for any medical records under her name for a birth control prescription and didn’t find one.

He’s our tech guy for the organization, so I trust his findings. One way or another, we’ll be binding Kyna to us.

My stepsister gasps for air and I realize it’s why she hasn’t given me a response. Damnit. I’m starting to lose control. Jameson taps my shoulder carefully in warning and I growl under my breath as I nod. Message received.

Releasing the pressure from my hand, I listen to the sweet sound of Kyna’s gasping breath. I never thought I would be so relieved to hear her yell at me.

“You’re such a fucking dickhead, Adrian,” she yells at me, making my shrug. She’s not wrong.

“Regardless, he asked you a question, darling,” Jameson rumbles. His effortlessly windswept hair brushes over his forehead as he leans around me to admonish Kyna. He balances Braxton and my harshness with his softer side, but he’s only soft for her.

As Dad’s henchmen in the underbelly of crime that we were all inducted into when we turned sixteen, the three of us are not typically soft for anyone.

“What… are you asking me about how many people I’ve fucked?” Kyna asks, her nose scrunching in confusion. “I go to work or I’m locked up in my room, when am I going to have sex?”

“I heard your boss gets around with the ladies.” Braxton smirks, shrugging when I glare at him. This is information I need to know, unless he’s trying to get a rise out of her. He’s one of the most infuriating people, but he’s good at getting people to talk.

It just takes one misstep.

“I don’t believe in shitting where I eat,” Kyna says so automatically, it sounds like she either says or thinks it often. Interesting.

“So who are you fucking?” I ask, getting into her face until my nose nuzzles against hers. “I need to know who my dick is following after.”

My step sister pushes me so hard, I actually have to take a step back into Jameson’s chest.

“Woah there,” he mutters.

“That’s insanely hypocritical,” she growls at me. Fuck, this girl. My cock twitches as I listen to her, and I watch as Braxton adjusts his pants as well. “You can’t?—”

That’s enough. If there’s something this girl isn’t going to do is tell me what I can and can’t do. Lifting her up and over my shoulder, I band my arm around her waist as she twists her body and yells at me.

“Let me go! Fucking caveman. It’s not the goddamn Middle Ages,brother,” she yells at me. I have zero hang ups about her taunting me over our parents’ marriage. Candace thinks she fell in love with my father, but works as much as she can to stay away from him.

Kyna Danvers isn’t my fucking sister. I have never thought of her as one when I fuck my hand to what she’d look like coming apart on my cock, and I won’t think of her as such when I run a dairy train on her with my best friends either.

“Maybe not, but you’re going to take our cocks like a good girl, aren’t you? I know how long you’ve been panting after the three of us. What’s one night of fun, Kyna?” I taunt her.

I plan to pump her full of so much fun she’s sure to be pregnant afterward. My father keeps telling me I need to think about getting married, but I’ve already chosen my queen. Kyna doesn’t understand our world yet, but she will soon.

And she’ll submit to my will or wish she’d run tonight. I’m not stupid, no one hides that much cash in their mattress unless they’re plotting their escape.

Kyna is ours, and now we’ll finally get to stake our claim.

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JAMESON

Adrian tendsto push too hard, too quickly, but I have to admit that I’m enjoying Kyna’s squirming as she fights him. She’s going to look perfect when we take her as our little cum queen.

“I bet you suck cock beautifully,” I groan, letting out my inner freak. I’m always so gentle with her, and I do carry a lot of guilt for locking her away, but she doesn’t need to overhear our business conversations. It’s been for her own good.

Now I don’t think it’s necessary to play it safe. She’ll take exactly what I give her.

“I can’t believe you guys are serious about this. You’ve all ignored me or locked me away for the past six months. I don’t understand what the hell is going on,” Kyna complains, struggling and hitting Adrian’s back ineffectively.

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