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“Here Kitten, Kitten,” my brother taunts as he rushes Kaz, attempting to grab her. That earns him a swift kick to the ribs when she delivers the most beautiful roundhouse I’ve ever seen. Where the fuck did that come from? My brother doubles over and she makes her break towards the door. I grab her arm, hauling her back towards me and feel the sting of her blade when the scalpel cuts right down my cheek.

Chapter 29

Kaz

The scalpel slips from my fingers as Jonathan swipes his cheek, looking at the blood that coats his fingers, before back at me.

“You cut me, Pretty Girl," he states with wide eyes.

“I’m, I’m sorry. I’m so sorry,” I reply as I try to pull from his grip. Jamison’s already up and moving towards us with clear intention written all over his face.

“I didn’t do what he said. I fucking swear it. I didn’t know it was Lockhart messaging me. You have to believe me,” I plead out.

“Bullshit,” Jamison seethes out. He picks the scalpel up from the ground and pushes me up against the wall. My gut reaction is to struggle, so that’s exactly what I do. My hands immediately go up to his hand to rip it off of me, but Jonathan is faster. He pushes Jamison back a step, coming in between us. “Let her fucking speak.”

Jamison stands up straight, glaring at his brother. “I don’t need to hear any more fucking lies from her.”

He’s not going to believe anything I fucking say at this point. I already know it. He has his mind made up, and I need solid proof. I need a minute to think about this. I can’t fight or argue my way out of this one, at least not with Jamison. He doesn’t operate that way. And then it hits me. I know what heneeds. The only thing that will stop him long enough for me to convince them I’m innocent. The one thing so fucking hard for me to give. Submission. Jamison and Jonathan are still arguing as I drop to my knees and bow my head. The floor is cold and hard and I’m forced to bite my lip to stop myself from voicing out my irritation. Silence envelopes me when they both realize what I’ve done.

“Pretty Girl?” Jonathan questions.

“What the fuck are you doing, Kaz? Jamison asks.

I look up at him and meet his glare. He’s so fucking angry, he looks possessed. I’ve never seen him look at me this way, not even when I thought he hated me all these years. “Please,” I plead out. “Give me a chance to prove it to you. If you still don’t believe me after that, then kill me.” And I mean it. I really fucking do because if I don’t have this anymore, this life I’ve created with not only my career, but both of these men, then I don’t have anything worth living for.

“Start talking,” Jamison grits out. And I do. I tell them about the cab driver and what he said. I tell them about the messages I received afterwards from the unknown number. I tell them about swiping Jamison’s toothbrush for the anonymous person who texted me. The last part makes them both scrunch their brows. I feel like I have so much more to say, but suddenly, I’m so fucking tired. The little energy I had left from being held hostage by Jamison has dissipated and before I know it, my eyes are closing and I’m fading into the darkness.

I wake to the feeling of warmth surrounding me. Warm water and a warm body holding me from behind. I’m too tired to open my eyes at first, so I sit and relish in the fact that someone is washing me. I feel the washcloth as it glides down my arm before it goes back up and proceeds to do the same thing to the other. The smell of lavender surrounds me and the soundsof running water and soft music soothe me. Am I dead or am I dreaming? The washcloth dips down into the water, just barely grazing my breast. My nipple immediately hardens and I moan out in response, causing the washcloth to stop in its tracks.

“You awake, Pretty Girl?” Jonathan’s voice rasps out. My eyes immediately snap open to find myself in Jonathan’s bathroom. In Jonathan’s sunken tub, with him enveloping me from behind. It’s only then that I become aware of his hardened length pressing up against my lower back. I tense up, gripping both of his thighs tightly when the memories of him, his brother and I at the vault come rushing back.

“Easy baby," he says, running his hands down my arms to soothe me. “You’re safe. You’re always safe with me.”

“Where’s your brother?” I ask as I turn towards the bathroom door. I’m fully expecting him to break in and drown me in this tub. I can’t help it as the paranoia creeps in.

Jonathan twists me just a little so that I’m sitting in his lap sideways and grabs my chin to turn my face towards him. “Jamison isn’t here right now. He’s out. He’s figuring out some things. There’s so many things we don’t really understand right now.”

“Is he…does he believe me now?” I ask him, peering up into his eyes. They are such a bright shade of blue, I almost feel like I’m looking into the sky when I’m looking at him. My eyes trail to his cheek where I see the gash I cut into him. My fingers reach up to touch it, causing him to hiss in pain and grab my wrist. “I’m so sorry, Jonathan,”I whisper.

“It’s okay," he replies, dragging my hand down and placing it on his chest instead. “You were scared you were going to lose everything. Jamison told me all about your past. I understand.”

My fingers trail across his chest and down his perfect abs. He knows. He knows I’m a fraud. He knows I’ve been livingin this half truth for years and he’s still here. He’s still fucking here, washing me in his tub. Taking care of me. I swing my legs around to straddle him, causing the warm water to slosh over the side of the tub. I just need to be close to him. I want to be close to someone who knows the real me and doesn’t give a damn. He sucks in a sharp breath when I lean into him, causing me to hesitate. I can feel the length of him pressed up against my pussy. The thought of him being inside me immediately sends flutters to the pit of my stomach. He must still want me, right?

“Fuck," he groans out when my hips grind just the slightest against him. “Are you sure?”

“Touch me, Jonathan,” I plead, grinding against him again and throwing my head back. He grips my ass with both hands and pulls me closer before licking and kissing up my shoulder and neck. He rolls me against his dick, gliding me back and forth, sending little zaps out every time he hits my clit. Before I know what’s happening, my orgasm comes barreling out of me full force. I cry out as he continues to rub himself between my folds.

“Need to be inside you, Pretty Girl." he grits out as he grabs my face with one hand and devours my lips. “Tell me it’s okay to fuck you, baby.”

“Yes,” I cry out, lifting my hips.

He lets go of my face and grabs my ass again, this time lifting and positioning me above his very hard dick. In one swift motion, he glides me down onto him and continues to devour my mouth, swallowing my moans. He uses the water to his full advantage, gliding me up and down while fucking me from underneath. I can already feel another orgasm threatening to unravel itself as his pounds into me.

“I fucking love you, Pretty Girl,” Jonathan states, before dragging me into another kiss. He moves inside me, picking up his pace, not giving me any time to process his words. “I loveyou," he says, as he peppers kisses along my neck and brings his hand between us to rub against my clit. “I don’t care where you come from.”

My orgasm builds like a volcano ready to erupt.

“I’ve loved you from the minute I saw you. I don’t care who you were before we met. All that matters is who you are to me now, and it’s everything. You are everything to me, Kaz," he whispers while moving faster inside me. His words send me over the edge. I’m free falling and he’s right behind me. We both come together, our moans ringing out around us as we kiss passionately. When I pull away and look at him, I’m prepared to see remorse or regret for saying those things in the heat of the moment. I’m shocked to see him smiling. A genuinely happy smile as he pushes a lock of hair out of my face and behind my ear.

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