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“But please, Zayden. Please. I want you both. I want to feel both of your hands on me, your mouths,your?—”

“Shhh, no need to beg. I’d do anything for you, including share you with my brother for a night.”

“Just one night?” she asks, disappointment heavy in her breathy tone.

Sharing is definitely more up Dominic’s preferences than mine, but how can I say no to anything my angel asks when she’s begging so beautifully?

“Ask me nicely,” I say as I begin beating my cock faster and faster. “Ask me if I’ll let my woman have me and my brother together.”

“Z-Zayden, can I please have you and your brother together?”

“Fuck! Such a good girl. Are you my woman, angel? All mine?”

She’s silent for a moment, only her breathy pants coming in through the phone.

“I’m Dom’s, Zayden.”

Disappointment and anger bloom inside me, and I’m ready to fucking explode when her voice softens.

“But maybe I could be yours too.”

It’s not what I want to hear, but she’s softening to me, opening up, and all I need is for her to open a little more so that I can break her open entirely.

“You’re already mine, angel. Always have been. Now be a good girl and come. Come all over your fingers. If I don’t find my sheets stained with your orgasm when I get home, I’m not gonna be happy.”

“Zayden,” she gasps. “Zayden, I?—”

“Come,” I command.

In the next moment, she emits a scream so loud it will no doubt be heard down the whole fucking block. A rush of pleasure blinds me temporarily as my balls tighten before releasing. I cup the head of my cock with my hand, making sure to catch every drop as my cock throbs with its release.

We’re both silent for a moment as I grab a rag out of my duffel beside me and clean myself up.

“Zayden?” she asks softly, insecurity tinting her words as the sound of a door opening from across the way catches my attention.

I roll over onto my stomach, lining up the scope and emptying one into his frontal lobe before he can even light his cigar.

“I’m coming home, angel.”

With that, I hang up the phone, pack up my gear, and run to my getaway driver. Technically, I don’t need to run, I’ve got more than enough time before his security team will check on him, and since there are no cameras up here or in the alley where my car is waiting, I’m in the clear. I’m not running because of the job, though. I’m running because of her. To her. She better be ready when I get there.

Chapter Twenty-Nine

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Iwake up with a drum inside my head. It feels that way, at least. It’s the only explanation for the pounding in my skull. When I blink my eyes open, it takes me a moment to get my bearings. The feel of the black silk sheets beneath me already tells me where I am before my brain can catch up.

Zayden’s room. I’m in Zayden’s room? When did I come in here? I grab my phone beside me and open it to see several missed text messages from Gabby that I couldn’t give a shit about and onetext from Zayden.

Zayden: On my way, angel.

Like a flash, everything begins replaying in my mind from last night. Dom and my drinking game, confessions, my phone call with Zayden. Oh my god. My phone call with Zayden. Where I begged him to fuck me while his brother did the same, together. Oh my fucking god. Fuck you, tequila. I swear to God, I will never drink you again.

I push myself out of the sheets, forcing myself to stand on my feet and get the hell out of here. When I open the door, I see Dom sitting at the kitchen island, a cup of coffee in front of him as he holds his head into his hands.

Hesitantly, I tiptoe up to him, and when I’m only a few feet away he turns, giving me a soft smile before wincing.

“Hey, babygirl. How’d you sleep?”

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