Page 38 of Bulletproof Love

Fuck.

We know too much already and I’m sure we’ve barely scratched the surface.

“If you’d prefer to not sully your personal relationships…” His eyes glide over to Falin and he darts his tongue out to moisten his lips. Bastard. I’ll fucking rip his eyes out and feed them to him. “We have other arrangements available. Many to suit your specific preferences.”

Falin’s eyes go wide. We were spot on. There are people here against their will. Could Bailey be here? I’m barely able to contain my anger, but I ball my hands into fists to control their shaking.

“No,” Falin says. “My husband and I will do whatever it takes. We’re committed to the brotherhood. To making my father proud.”

I want to fight her on this, but if I do, our cover is blown. We’ll have no chance of helping whoever they have down here.

Fuck.

Stepping in front of her, I incline my head so only she can hear me. “We don’t have to do this.”

“We do,” she says. Her eyes drop to the floor and she continues, her voice almost too quiet to hear. “I know you don’t want to… with me. I understand. But I can’t see another way.”

My chest clenches at how wrong she is. If she only knew that this is killing me because I?—

A low chanting begins from the back of the room, startling me. “Let it begin,” Fairfax’s voice commands.

She reaches for my hand. “Unzip my dress, Jasper.”

I dart my eyes around the room at all these motherfuckers about to lay their eyes on Falin.MyFalin. Hell no.

I let her hand drop and blow out each of the candles set up on the dais. It helps to dim the space. Fairfax lets out a gruff sound from his spot on the edge, but I pay him no mind.

When I’m back in front of Falin, she turns, asking me silently to unzip her gown. I close my eyes and ground myself—if I’m going to get through this, I need to be there for her. To make sure she’s okay and to shield her from their filthy eyes.

Slowly, I unzip her dress, and the fabric falls to the floor, pooling at her feet. She’s like my own personal wet dream standing before me in nothing but a black lace thong and strapless bra, her curves silhouetted against the dim light. Her ass—holy fuck—is the perfect heart shape. Good enough to bite.

I hate myself, but there’s no helping it. My cock goes rock hard. I’ve waited to see her like this and it kills me that this is how it’s happening. She turns, her face still angled down.

I crowd against her, using my body as a shield from prying eyes. My knuckles instinctively graze her cheek, sliding lower until I reach her jawline. “Are you okay?”

She nods, still not meeting my gaze. I cup her jaw and tip her face up. Her watery eyes kill me. “I’ve got you.”

“I know. Just do it,” she says.

She steps toward the lounge and I see her shoulders rise and fall as she takes a deep breath before laying down. I follow her, my body almost on autopilot at this point. She’s going to fucking hate me for this.

I’ve never felt so dirty as I remove my jacket, unbutton my shirt, and slide off my pants. I won’t take everything off. There’s no reason for that. Falin’s eyes drift to my boxer briefs, widening as she takes me in.

I hover over her. “Can I touch you?”

“You have to touch me,” she whispers. “I don’t think this works without it.”

Such a smart fucking mouth, always.

“You know what I mean,” I say.

She rolls her bottom lip between her teeth, and nods again. “Yes.”

The chanting gets louder and faster, or maybe that’s just my pulse pounding. I situate myself between her legs, doing my best to shield her, and slowly rake my palm down her body from the dip of her throat, over her peaked nipples, to her stomach. The tips of my fingers reach her underwear band, and I hesitate. There’s no going back.

“Just—Just take them off,” she says, her voice low and breathy. If I take them off, that’s allowing everything on display forthem.There’s no way I’m sharing the sight of her perfect pussy with anyone else. The only exceptions are Damon and Leon, onlyifshe ever wants that, andifit were consensual. But even the thought of them seeing her, touching her, sends a wave of anger through me. I’m not there yet.

I slide my palm over her underwear, dragging my fingers slowly over her clit and between her lips. She’s soaked through them. Fuck. She feels so good. My cock throbs from one touch. I want to lean in and kiss her, run my tongue down her body, taste every inch of her, but I won’t. I’m saving that. Instead, I’ll make this fast.

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