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No wonder why Darth and Cash fought over Firefly.I’d always understood it, but now, I knew exactly how she tasted … how she kissed … how shefucked.

Chapter Five

Seb

Pulling her from Key to taste her sweet mouth had me groaning into the kiss the moment I felt her lips on mine. Watching two of my brothers fuck her made me hornier than usual. Then again, I was always horny when I was around Nyxani.

I wasn’t sure how long my brothers had been crushing on her, but my obsession with Nyxani grew at an enormously quick rate when we partnered together for the talent show and discovered we both loved to dance.

As a kid, I always enjoyed being around her. As a teen, I fell in love with her, our bodies pressing together in such an expressive way that seemed much too mature for the kids we were back then.

Over the years, I hugged her, sat by her, stood beside her. But we hadn’t gotten a chance to get close like we had when we practiced for that talent show.

I discarded my clothes without breaking our kiss, my lips hungry for the woman I had been starving to taste for most of my life.

When my black-framed glasses fogged up, I tossed those to the side as well, loving the way she tugged at my curls of my high-top fade as we kissed.

One hand gripped her ass and pressed her to me, while the other fumbled around searching for that chair I was sitting in earlier.

“Thanks,” I huffed to one of my brothers as they thrust the back of the armless chair in my free hand. I yanked it in place and sat down on it,

Directions weren’t needed when Nyxani straddled my thighs as if we had done this erotic dance a thousand times before.

“Why are you so sexually stimulating?” I whispered into her ear as she grinded against me, my dick teasing her entrance, without entering her.

“Why are your tattooed arm sleeves so goddamn exhilarating?” she retorted, smiling against my mouth as we continued to kiss through our words.

My eyes were closed while we kissed, but I only realized she had opened hers when one of her hands stilled on my arm. I knew what caught her eye before I even opened mine.

“Is this what I think it is?” she asked, running her hands over the black ink.

I nodded, placing my hand over hers. “When I found out that the only reason Tim knew the address to your new apartment at the time was because my father had gotten the information from my phone, I had never been more furious in my entire life.”

“It wasn’t your fault,” she sympathized, her eyes flickering to the scar on my neck. “As soon as Donny found out I was Pharaoh’s daughter, I think that’s when he decided it was time to teach the Crownes a lesson. Before that—when he thought I was Tim’s daughter—I had never been a threat since they were friends. If Donny hadn’t gotten it from you, he would have gotten my information from someone else, or even Mia.”

“But he didn’t,” I reminded her. “You and I both know he put me through hell growing up, but I accepted being his verbal punching bag if it made my siblings safer. When shit got physical, I kept it to myself until I was big enough to fight back.”

I was aware that both Darth and Cash were standing closer to us, no doubt surprised by my confession.

“I always knew he treated you worse,” Darth admitted. “I tried to get him off your back all the time, but you were always so quiet growing up. You never told us he hit you.”

“For how long?” Cash asked. “Is that how you got the scar on your neck?”

I nodded, my smoky gray eyes still holding Nyxani’s because she knew the entire story… how my love of dancing was a trigger for our father because he thought it made me too weak … too soft.

“Seb, you should have told me this shit earlier,” Darth reprimanded.

“We would have had your back,” Key added.

“It doesn’t matter.” I looked to them then. “I didn’t tell y’all for a reason, but I handled Dad. He’d always been a toxic son of a bitch and once I found his plan to help Tim sell Nyxani to a sex trafficking bidder in Canada, I acted on instinct and killed that bastard.”

“We know,” Darth stated, clasping me on the shoulder. “It’s just we love you and I hate that you went through shit alone without us knowing.”

“I wasn’t alone,” I told them, flirtatiously smiling at Nyxani. “She always held me down and offered a listening ear when I needed it.”

The grin she shot back at me was sultry and mysterious as she lifted herself up a bit and slowly slid herself onto my hard dick.

“Fuck me,” I huffed, gripping her hips and holding her steady as we found our own rhythm like we always did.

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