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I fuck her until I finally lose myself, biting the curve where her neck meets her shoulder to stifle my roar as I release deep within her walls until we’re both dripping down onto the floor beneath us.

The knock is louder this time.

“Be right there!” she calls out in a cracked tone, her chest still heaving and her cautious eyes on mine.

We share a silent look. One that empowers us with confident reassurance while pleading that this monumental moment to come won’t change us.

Chapter forty-nine

Lures and Loopholes

Grabbingakitchentowel,I quickly wipe myself as clean as I can, careful to wash the fresh cut on my thigh by wetting the washcloth to remove the smeared blood down my inner thigh.

My body is still vibrating in the aftermath of my insanely electrifying orgasm as I make my way around the island to open the door. I’m light-headed and feeling entirely flushed while I look back to ensure Aero is hidden, as well as the knife and mess we made on the floor. If all goes as planned, we’ll have the church and community crumbling around this controversy in no time. Being the sacrificial lamb for the cause has never sounded more enticing.

Running my hands through my black, freshly fucked hair, I inhale deeply, attempting to calm my sudden nerves. Realization is hitting, and the weight of my impending actions is making my stomach twist into a knot.

When I open the door, Saint turns to face me on the porch, his hands in the pockets of his slacks, his crewcut hairstyle looking sharp as ever. His blue eyes are brighter than before, yet pinching tight in the corners as his full lips part. Those Westwood genes run deep and strong.

“Briony,” he whispers, taking a step closer, concern laced in his tone. “Are you alright?”

He approaches me at the door, his hand instinctively touching the side of my face, his thumb wiping under my eyes. It’s then I realize my mascara is still smeared down my face, giving the illusion I’ve been crying, not choking on his brother’s thick cock like I was only seconds ago.

I sniff, leaning my head into his hand. “No,” I say honestly. “I’m not.”

He quickly rushes into the house, closing the door behind him, and embraces me in his arms. A gentle caress finds my head, and he presses my cheek to his chest, his heart thumping within.

My tears fall freely as an unknown emotion takes over. I’m not sure if I’m just releasing pent-up tears after the intensity of the orgasm that just cycled through me or if I’m feeling the weight of unsuspecting guilt, but I get a strange pinch in my chest at the thought of what I’m about to do to this man.

My arms wrap around him again, seeking that brief glimpse of familiar comfort I gained at the school, and his arms follow suit as I melt in his hold.

“Come here,” he says tenderly, crouching.

His arms reach around to the back of my thighs where he picks up my wilted frame, my thighs circling his waist, and my arms lacing around his neck. I silently hiss at the friction against my fresh wound. Holding my limp body to his chest, one hand cradles my neck and the other gingerly cups underneath my skirt-covered bottom.

He carries me, walking us over to the couch in the living room to sit down with me on his lap, continuing our embrace.

“Shh.” He brushes his hand over my hair, combing it down my back. “It’s okay now. There’s no need to be scared. We’ll get everything sorted out, Briony. You’re safe with me. I’m here now.”

I lean back on his lap, wiping my eyes with the cuffs of my uniform shirt. He gazes at me with nothing but soft concern in his eyes while my world spins, knowing we are being watched closely.

“What would your father think of you being here, Saint?” The words fall from my lips before I can even attempt to withhold them.

Saint shifts in his seat beneath me, his hands resting softly on my outer thighs as he licks his lips.

“If I’m being completely honest,” he pauses, running a hand over his short blonde hair before wiping his palm down his face. “He wouldn’t like it.” His blue eyes find mine and I feel his sincerity. “At all.”

I stare back at him, looking for the obvious answer. Needing to see the truth written there that he’s one of them. He’s on their side. He isn’t like us. But my vision is cloudy and my mind is swirling, endless questions plaguing me.

It’s my naivety that’s loosening me, my control faltering before the presence of the establishment meant to end me. Then, as if Aero suddenly slipped into my head, I blink, and am reminded of the men who ruined him.

“And yet...you’re here,” I declare.

My fingers graze his exposed forearms, meeting the rolled-up cuffs of his uniform. I continue sliding my hands up and over his tight biceps, and his hips shift slightly beneath me. He clears his throat, flexing his jaw, clearly trying his hardest to keep it together, but my hands find the soft, warm flesh of his neck, and the raging pulse beneath it screams for more.

He sighs, dropping his head back against the couch, his eyes searching mine beneath heavy lids.

“I can’t stay away from you,” he admits. His hands find my thighs again, his thumbs sweeping just under the cotton of my skirt, toying with the idea of more. “Something about you draws something out of me. I just...” He shakes his head, looking down at where I’m sitting on his lap, then back up at me. “I just can’t place it.”

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