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I swallow my desire to bellow at her for bringing Annabel up and give myself a second to calm before answering.

“Yeah. It seems Kincaid spoke with her after she realised he was upset.” I’m not surprised. Annabel was always conscious of other people’s feelings even when they didn’t give a fuck about hers.

“You think that’s why JC killed her, don’t you?” Blake asks, reaching over to rest a hand on my thigh.

I flick my eyes to him. “Yeah. I fucking do.”

When we arrive back home, Sydney disappears off to her room and Blake and I talk in the kitchen with a beer after ordering pizza, neither of us in the mood to cook.

“She say anything to you when you found her at the hospital?”

“Nope. She’s processing. It’s a fucking lot to take in, Ro.”

“Tell me about it. I’ve had years to get my head around this shit, but even I’m struggling to understand it.” I balance my beerbottle on my knee, holding it up with one finger on the rim as my thoughts scatter. “What I don’t understand is why JC didn’t just kill Kincaid.” It’s something that’s been bugging me since Kincaid revealed he knew the killer. “Why then go after Sydney?”

“He’s toying with him. If you’re right and JC has been picking his victims based on interactions with Kincaid, then it makes sense for him to go after her.”

The pizza arrives, and Blake takes a plate up to Sydney. She takes it but he doesn’t think she’ll eat it.

“You think he’ll go after Kincaid again?” Blake asks as we eat.

“Probably. If it was me, then I would. But I’d also want Sydney.” I let that thought fester for a minute as I try to dissect my feelings on it. “She’s the obvious choice and the most hurtful.” I squeeze my beer bottle as thoughts of what that bastard will do to her if he gets his hands on her. I’ve seen the police reports, and they do not make for pretty reading.

“Switch it off, man. She’s here and she’s safe.” Blake gets up, collecting the empty pizza box and beer bottles. “How about I make you feel better. You can tell me what you were thinking in the car on the way home that got you so hard.”

I let Blake distract me—I need it. Getting up, I step up to him. “I was thinking about being balls deep in pussy while Sydney sucked your cock. But as that’s off the table, I’ll only be too happy to watch you come as I fuck you.” I groan at the visual my words created and adjust my cock over my jeans. I spin Blake around and push up against his back so he can feel just how ready I am. Then I force him forward, matching his steps as he deposits the rubbish in the kitchen before heading to our room.

By the time we reach our bedroom door, I’ve stripped him of his T-shirt and pulled his joggers down over his arse cheeks to release his cock. His steps falter as I push him against the door, stroking his shaft, adding a twist as I reach the top and swiping my thumb over his leaking head.

“Look at you weeping for me,” I say, grinding my hips into his arse, seeking some relief. His head drops as he pushes back against me, and I bring two fingers up to his mouth. “Suck,” I tell him, and he instantly opens, drawing my fingers into his warm mouth. When my fingers are drenched in his saliva, I pull them free and rub them over his tight hole before slowly inserting one finger, stretching him, then adding a second. “Relax. Let me in, Blake.” I keep stroking his shaft as he breaths out, letting me slip in further and further.

He slams a hand against the door as I curl my fingers inside him, hitting his prostate.

“Shh, do you want Sydney to hear?” I ask with a chuckle, knowing both of us would be happy to have her joins us. “Open the door, Blake,” I order, and he does. I push my fingers deeper inside him, tugging his cock harder as we step inside.

Releasing his cock, I grip the back of his neck, forcing his head down and bending him over. I quickly undo my jeans, pulling my cock free and fisting it tightly. Dropping to my knees and taking Blake’s joggers down with me, I scissor my fingers inside his arse, and hum as his muscles contract around my fingers. He knows what’s coming. Slowly drawing back, I grip his arse cheeks, opening him to me, and my mouth waters at the sight. I press my face into his arse, licking a path from his balls to his hole before running my tongue around the rim. My hips lift involuntarily, and Blake grabs my cock, fisting it tightly. I draw back and spit, shoving two fingers back in his arse, as he continues to jerk me off.

I suddenly become aware we are no longer alone.

CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT

SYDNEY

Imanage to eat one slice of the pizza Blake brought to me earlier, but it tastes like sawdust and turns my stomach inside out. There are too many things flying around my brain to focus much attention or energy on eating.

In just three days, my life has been ripped from under me. And I’m struggling to make sense of any of it. Something else I’m struggling with is my faith, but that’s not new. If there’s a god, then why does he let bad shit like this happen? Why does he allow the devil to tempt people so easily? Like me. Why am I so drawn to Roman and Blake? Why am I so easily corrupted after years of believing in God’s word? My own father has lied to me since I was a child, kept secrets from me—secrets that have prevented me from knowing my mother. He could have shared his memories of her with me so I would have at the least felt some kind of connection to her. Instead, he’s hidden me away and made me complicit in his crimes.

I don’t feel protected; I feel violated.

What do you do when the devil has been in front of you the whole time, living with you, manipulating you?

A bang in the corridor startles me, and I can vaguely make out whispered voices. I get up and place my ear to the door.All my senses heighten as I hear a groan and their bedroom door open, and my pulse thrums with excitement about what they are doing. An insane desire washes over me, and I find myself reaching for my own door handle. Pulling the door open, I quietly step out and find their bedroom door wide open. Curiosity and something much more potent—lust and desire—pulls me forward until I’m standing in their doorway. My mouth falls open at the sight of Roman on his knees behind Blake pumping two fingers in and out of his arse. My nipples harden beneath my thin pyjama top, and I’m hit with a jolt low in my belly, flooding my knickers with arousal. My thighs rub together, needing friction, pressure…something to help ease this insane, intense desire in me.

With a small tilt of his head, I know Roman knows I’m here. I shove all my thoughts, worries and shame for what I’m about to do, again, and step into the room, closing the door behind me. As I get closer to Roman, I can see Blake watching me as his hand slides up and down Roman’s dick. It’s slick with precum, and I want to taste it. I never did it for Paul, just the thought of his dick near my mouth made me feel sick. But this is different—so very different. And it’s the reason why I find myself dropping to my knees, then crawling toward Blake. As I draw closer, he releases Roman’s dick and straightens slightly so that when I rest back on my heels, I’m looking straight at his hard cock. I watch as, in tandem, they both take their own dicks in their hands and slowly begin to move. I whimper, unable to keep hidden how turned on I am.

“Remove your top, Sydney,” Roman demands, his gruff, desire laced baritone rolling over me.

Slowly crossing my arms, I hook the hem of my top in my fingers and lift it over my head, revealing my breasts. They feel heavy and tight and aching for some attention.

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