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He doesn’t slow down until we’re back at my room, then shoves me inside. I fall, landing on my knees, and spin around with a snarl. “Thanks for the information, Blake,” Zander says, his voice as cool as it was before he touched my wet pussy. “I’ll let you know if I need anything else.”

He slams the door as I leap for him, ready to shred his face. I don’t make it in time, crashing into the door with an outraged scream. The lock seems twice as loud to me as it twists, and Zander’s carefree whistle fades as he walks away from me.

Chapter 6

I don’t know what the fuck just happened. The only way I can think to describe it is to say I lost control. I hadn’t been serious when I said I was going to spank Blake. I was trying to scare her into telling me what I needed to know.

But when she had given me that arrogant grin—the one that she shouldn’t be able to muster after being sold to Damien—I snapped. I wanted to see her ass red. I wanted her to know that she wasn’t in charge here. That I was in control. But I compromised so that the guilt trying to bubble up would go the fuck away and didn’t yank the pants off her ass to watch the color bloom over her skin.

What I definitely didn’t expect was that spanking her was going to turn her on for me as much as I was turned on for her at that moment. I could smell the arousal on her like I was a goddamn animal. My cock couldn’t have gotten any harder.

Fists clenched, I leave Blake cursing me through the door and go straight to my bedroom. I don’t even realize I’m whistling the way Aiden does until I make it to the door, locking it behind me. I’m insanely grateful that Aiden had been out when I decided to question Blake, but I wouldn’t put it past him to barge in here when he gets back. I don’t really want an audience as I jack off while I think about my hand buried inside Blake’s cunt.

I strip my pants off, then my pre-cum soaked underwear. I groan as I bring my hand to my nose, inhaling the sweet scent of the juices that have nearly dried. My tongue darts out and I lick my finger.

“Fuck,” I grunt, sucking both fingers that were inside Blake into my mouth. I can’t even describe how delicious she tastes—like the perfect combination of salty and sweet.

I fist my cock, squeezing hard as I run my hand up and down the shaft, my Blake-flavored fingers still in my mouth. I’m almost too rough as I fuck my hand, my mind conjuring up visions of Blake on her knees before me, taking my cock down her throat while those bright eyes watch me as they leak tears down her cheeks.

I come in record time, my cum splashing into my hand as I pant and moan through the longest orgasm I’ve had in a long fucking time.

With it comes the clarity I was lacking when I ground my dick into Blake’s ass, shoved my hand down her pants, and made her come all over it.

“Fucking hell,” I snarl to myself. “What the fuck was I thinking?”

Aiden is going to be livid when he finds out I finger fucked the girl he’s laid claim to. At least...I think he will. I’ve never been dumb enough to take or use anything of his, and I can’t not tell him. We don’t have secrets.

I don’t really know how he’ll respond, but I don’t expect it to be good. If nothing else, I can never do that again—I can never have Blake again. I will myself to notwantto.

I clean up and redress, heading back downstairs to go over numbers again. I try to drown myself in work, but I keep replaying the information I was rewarded with, not sure what to do with it.

I already know Mordecai is a nightmare for Skins. He goes through them like Aiden goes through Twinkies. Recalling Blake speak about it makes an irrational surge of fury flow through me because Mordecai had wantedher. I can only imagine the twisted shit that she would have been put through, based on the experiments I knew of that the sick son of a bitch had tried out more recently.

I still can’t believe his work is all backed in the name of ‘science’.

And then there is the pressing issue that she stabbed Jack to death. With a fucking fork. I couldn’t even breathe when she told me, torn between wanting to laugh and tear at my chest for the pain I felt at her words.

Not that I could say I still loved my brother. That psychotic asshole had it coming for a long time. I just couldn’t believe the man who I had idolized growing up, then hated when he sold me off, had died by an eating utensil because of a girl who couldn’t weigh more than a hundred and twenty pounds.

My last immediate relative is dead. Which means that my only living blood relatives I have left are Damien—who wouldn’t acknowledge me if I shoved my birth certificate in his face to prove my mother was his sister—and his bitch of a daughter, who probably didn’t even know I existed.

Aiden bounces through the front door around dusk, a grin plastered on his face as he holds up a baggie from Shelley’s Bakery. I can smell the buttery richness of fresh baked cookies the second he steps into the house.

“I got Kitten a treat,” he announces.

I lick at my bottom lip, staving off my nervousness. “That’s great, Aiden. But you might want to actually feed the girl more than cookies once a day. Breakfast, lunch and dinner—just like you.”

The crazy bastard nods thoughtfully, like this is something he hadn’t really considered and I know he probably hasn’t. If I told him how angry Blake had been by not being fed, it would crush him. My friend may be a world class criminal, but he’s got the easily crushed heart of a child.

Speaking of which...

“I need to tell you something,” I say abruptly, crossing my arms.

Aiden blinks out of the daze he was in as he considered my advice to feed Blake. “What’s that?”

I hesitate. “I got some information out of Blake today.”

I’m such a chickenshit sometimes.

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