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Brian’s throat flexed so tight that Malcolm almost forgot what this was all about.

That couldn’t happen, ever.

It was time to end this.

He was so close, it didn’t take much, just a few more driving thrusts and he was there.

“I’m coming,” he grunted, hilting himself until Brian’s nose was buried in his pubic hair. “Take it all, cunt,” he ground out, his shaft thickening as he pumped jet after jet of spunk down the other man’s unresisting throat, his vision going black with the vicious pleasure of his release.

Distantly, he realized Brian was gagging and squirming and gave a breathless laugh.

“You want to breathe, do you?” he asked, pulling out.

Brian gasped and sputtered for breath.

Malcolm slapped his face, hard. “Clean me up.”

Brian startled at the brutal blow but eagerly complied, milking the last drops from Malcolm’s balls and licking his shaft and sac clean.

When Malcolm shoved him away Brian laid his head on his thigh—the unburned one—breathing in harsh gasps. “God, that was so good,” he wheezed, giving Malcolm a genuinely worshipful look.

Malcolm smirked when the other man’s gaze drifted to the left side of his face and then quickly darted away again. “Wasn’t it, Mal? Good I mean?”

Malcolm reached over and took the mask off the desk, quickly tying it back on before pushing Brian’s head away and pulling up his trousers.

“Yes, it was good.” That was the truth; the man knew his way around a cock.

Brian’s swollen lips curved smugly at the praise and he looked relieved to find Malcolm once again safely covered by the mask and trousers.

“Can I come now?” he asked, reaching for his tented placket.

“No.”

Brian blinked at his abrupt denial. “But—”

Malcolm grabbed Brian’s chin, forcing the other man to meet his gaze. “You’re still one of the best cocksuckers I’ve ever known, Brian,” he grinned, allowing all the loathing he felt to show on his hideous face, gripping Brian’s chin painfully hard when he tried to pull away. “But you’re nowhere near as good as your daughter.”

Chapter 33

Julia blinked, shaken from the strange, dreamlike state that had swallowed her while she’d watched her lover use her uncle like one of his whores.

Julia hadn’t known that her Uncle Brian was married or that he had any children.

And how did Malcolm know Brian’s daughter?

Just what was going on?

Julia staggered back from the small mirror and bumped into the cool window behind her—the window that looked into the wicked room where she’d watched Malcolm with the two women a few evenings ago.

Had it really been only a few nights ago? Because it felt like a hundred years.

She shook her head, as if that could clear the confusion that fogged her thoughts. Why would Mr. Smith—who’d seemed so kind and helpful—unlock the panel-door to Malcolm’s secret hallway for her and then all but order her to spy on him in his study?

Stay until the end, Miss Harlow, no matter how shocked you might be by what you see. Malcolm has his reasons. The best reasons in the world,Smith had assured her when she’d asked him why.

The things Julia had seen and heard about Nadine and Carl and the twins, her father’s duplicitous plans for Richard—and Malcolm’s seeming agreement with that plan—and the wildly erotic but viscerally disturbing scene she’d just witnessed between her uncle and Malcolm—had left Julia’s senses feeling abraded and raw.

Why had Malcolm donethatto her uncle? And how could Julia find such sexual violence erotic? It didn’t matter that she’d not seen Brian Harlow for fifteen years, he was heruncle! Truly, she was beyond redemption if she—

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