Page 165 of Burn Like An Angel

“Please, Xan. P-Please let me come. Please.”

“I can see the appeal in making her beg,” Xander comments to his best friend, still watching us with saucer-like eyes.

“Told you,” Lennox retorts.

Lowering his hand from my throat to my swollen nub, he pinches it hard. More pain crackles over me, setting alight numerous nerves that are already stretched thin.

Xander circles my clit, rubbing it over in a rhythmic pattern. He pistons upwards from the sofa, grinding into me when I begin to falter. I’ve reached my limit. I want to fall into oblivion in his arms.

“You can finish,” he finally relents, slapping into me. “Show them whose cock you love the most.”

The evil son of a bitch’s whispered command travels directly into my mind, pulling the trigger on an orgasm that’s beenthreatening since Lennox bent me over. I screw my eyes shut, head thrown back and lungs constricted.

The release barrels over me. Eruptions inside me sap all my strength, adding it to the fire that’s crisping my insides until it feels like I’m being burned alive.

Xander announces his own climax with a roar, holding me clamped on top of him. If it wasn’t for him, I’d slump over in a lifeless pile. My body is beyond exhausted and awash with sweet pangs.

His forehead connects with my shoulder blade, soft hair tickling my skin. I sag backwards into him, letting Xander take my dead weight.

It takes great effort to peel my heavy lids open to take in the scene. Still on the carpet, Raine is repeatedly opening and closing his mouth, trying to find appropriate words.

“Um, in case anyone is keeping tabs… I definitely have a sharing kink. That was so fucking hot, I think I came twice.”

“Gross,” Xander mutters breathlessly.

Lennox shrugs, legs crossed to cover his manhood. “Raine called it. Hot as fuck.”

“Oh my god.” I let my head fall back onto Xander’s shoulder. “You’re all insane.”

CHAPTER 25

XANDER

BRAIN STEW – GREEN DAY

We’re sitting silentlywith morning coffee when the news comes in. Our entire group has been on tenterhooks since we received word that Sabre is making its move on Bancroft. Just in time for his grand reopening of Blackwood Institute.

It’s been splashed over the airwaves for days now, deafening any other news reports. His last-ditch PR effort to fix Incendia’s public image is a newly refurbished institute with reformed measures and security practices.

What a crock of shit.

Naturally, Enzo and his team kept details limited, citing unearthed concerns about the SCU’s trustworthiness. Not like we hadn’t figured that out long ago when Ripley’s deadbeat uncle knew far more than he should.

Nursing my black coffee, I watch Ripley fret over the commentators tearing the story to shreds. Overnight, hours’ worth of interview footage was leaked to blow the cover off Incendia’s lies once and for all.

“This is insane,” Lennox grumbles. “I can’t believe this has all been leaked.”

Remaining silent, I watch the reports drag on.

None of us have been mentioned, but the elusive inmates from Blackwood feature in all the snippets we’ve seen. The blonde-haired ex-patient, Brooklyn West, is being ripped to pieces live on air right now.

Another short video clip rolls.

“Blackwood and all the other institutes like it harbour a dark secret.” Brooklyn’s slate-grey eyes stare dead into the camera lens. “One bought and paid for by this country’s wealthy elite.”

Newscasters flick back on to the screen, dissecting every word and tearing apart Brooklyn’s recorded testimony. It’s a character assassination. This leak has rocketed the investigation back into public awareness but at great cost.

“This is what they’ll do to us in time,” Ripley mumbles lifelessly. “Drag up our pasts, throw every last mistake we’ve ever made in our faces and tell us to be silent once more.”

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