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“I have a clean-up crew that took care of the scene, so no one will know he’s dead. I will cover the tracks and make it look like he’s overseas,” Sin informs. “This cannot leave this room, okay?”

“Yes, Kieran says at the same time I say, “I understand.”

“We need to talk about the baby,” Kieran blurts out, pushing her lip between her teeth.

She's nervous.That’s proven further when she starts tugging on her hair.

“I know,” he agrees with resignation.

“I’ve thought about it,” she says with a sad smile. “I want to try. I want to have the baby.”

Me and Sin exchange a surprised look, and our eyes shoot to Kieran.

“You didn’t have a choice. I wasn’t gonna let you hurt them,” Sin grumbles.

“What changed your mind?” I cut in, before he can say anything else as stupid as that.

“Sin was right, my past doesn’t have to define me,” she sighs. “I can be the type of person I’ve never had in my life.”

I smile at her, “You know I’ll support any decision you make, but can I just say I’m so fucking happy you want to have this baby.” I admit, “I’ve always wanted a kid.”

“Why didn’t you say anything?” she asks, shocked.

“Because, you were so adamant about not wanting kids,” I answer, sadness lacing my tone.

She sits there, eyes wide and mouth agape staring at me.

Chapter Ten

Kieran

Sin is the one who makes the first move, effectively putting an end to the conversation. He grabs Noah’s head and kisses him. I see Noah tense and freeze up. Sin must notice too, because he pulls back with a scowl.

“What’s wrong?” Sin questions.

Noah glances at me, with a shy look on his face. I know exactly what he needs.

I lean forward and cup his cheek. “Noah, it’s okay; do what makes you happy.”

I feel honoured Noah wants to share this with me. I believe Sin and Noah could be amazing for each other. Just like Sin said we both need noah. He centers me.

Noah leans towards me and claims my lips. I match his pace and kiss him tenderly. He pulls away, with a gentle, “Thank you.”

Noah leans towards Sin and kisses him feverishly. Sin reciprocates, and before I know it, I clench and rub my thighs together. Watching them together has me wet and needy. I sit there waiting, biting my lip, not wanting to interrupt their moment.

Sin reaches out a hand, blindly grabbing mine and pulling me forward. I go willingly. Sin pulls away and looks at me,then, leaning forwards he claims my lips in a brutal kiss, teeth clashing. I feel hands on my shirt, tearing it off my body. Once my shirt is off, my bra is next.

When I’m completely bare from my waist up, I feel a mouth on my boobs. Noah licks and sucks on my breasts while Sin is kissing me. I reach my hands out and put one on Sin’s face, the other finding Noah’s hair. When Noah bites my nipple hard, I let out a mix between a moan and a scream. Sin and Noah switch places; it’s Noah’s turn to claim my lips and Sin’s to ravish my body. Something starts tugging on my pants, then I feel a rush of cool air on my heated skin. I look down and see Sin with a knife, cutting off my panties next.

I gasp. “What are you doing?”

“Be still, baby,” Sin growls.

With two flicks of his wrist, the only thing left on my body falls away. Sin pushes me flat on my back. I watch as he drops between my thighs and flicks my small nub with his tongue. I throw my head back, which Noah takes advantage of by sucking and biting on my neck. It feels so good. I don’t know where one sensation begins and the other ends. It feels like my body is a live wire. Electricity is zapping every nerve ending in my body. Sin does something with his tongue that has my hips shooting off the bed. With one more flick of his tongue I shatter with a scream.

“I want Noah in your mouth, baby,” Sin commands, looking at me.

Noah moves so I can sit up a little. Looking at Sin, my eyes go wide. This is the first time I’ve seen him completely naked without being drugged. He is sexy. He has a big grim reaper tattoo on his right shoulder that trails all the way to his breast bone. The rest of his chest has small crisscrossing scars. What happened to this beautifully broken man? My eyes trail lower to his stomach where a big puckered scar sits. I follow the trail of hair to his dick. OH MY GOD. There is no way that thing iscoming near me sober. His cock is like eleven inches and thick enough that I don’t know if my fingers will be able to wrap around it. He has a Jacob’s ladder and a Prince Albert. I only remember the stretch that followed the days we had sex the first time, not the actual sex.

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