Page 50 of Ashes of Saints

“He doesn’t have a sister.” Killian frowned while the blonde looked completely disgusted.

Me too, honey, me too.

“Missed the point, buddy.” Maddox shook his head, then turned to me again. “Where is she?”

Finding the phone, I glanced at the screen. There were a ton of messages, but none from Aurora. I wasn’t expecting any, but for some drunken reason it had seemed like the place to look.

Jesus, I needed to sober up.

“I don’t know,” I replied and glanced over to where Zayne was sitting back against the sofa while a woman straddled his face. Her knees on his shoulders.

Killian sent the blonde away, crossing his arms. “What’s going on, dude?”

“I’m too drunk for this conversation. Aurora is not in any danger. I found the girl from my past and turns out I want to fuck her.” I shared with a sigh. “But there’s a chance she might be blood related.”

They waited for me to continue.

“Aurora was the little girl I told you about years ago. The one who was protected while I was...yeah, you all know the drill there.”

Dark faces all nodded.

None of us needed updating. We all had our stories and while they differed, the crux of them were the same. We were abused and our innocence taken.

“Leave her alone,” Killian said.

“No. She might have access to information I need,” I replied. “Once I have it, I’ll walk away. And... I won’t touch her again.”

Unless she’s not related, then I’m fucking her for the next forty-eight hours straight. No food. No oxygen. Just orgasms.

“If she’s your sister?” Travis asked with a single brow lift.

Good question. I couldn’t tell her. Aurora would hate herself after what we did last week. She’d be sickened by the attraction between us and there’d be no sibling relationship to build on.

It’s why I’d had to stay away.

When the guys finished interrogating me, and said the chances of her being related to me were extremely slim and that I was being overly dramatic, I went home.

They could be right.

But they’d also agreed I needed to keep my hands and cock away from her.

“If you are going to use her, just wine and dine her. Don’t fuck her.” Killian shook his head. “There are hundreds of women here you can sleep with.”

None of them turned my cock to granite like Aurora, though.

Still, when I got home on Saturday night, I turned on some porn to jerk off to so my brain stopped inserting images of her.

And failed.

Every face on the screen ended up being hers. Those green eyes of hers pleading for more pleasure from my mouth. From my cock. To be filled and fucked like she never had been.

I could fight it as much as I wanted, but the fact is, I wanted to be the man who made her scream to the heavens so no other could make her feel that way again.

Today I decided to work from my home office as I’m too riled up to talk to anyone. I even canceled two meetings, which I never do.

“Are you dying?” Louise, my personal assistant, asked.

“No, I’m not dying. I’m just focusing on a strategy,” I replied and wished I’d messaged instead.

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