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“She’s fucking soaked, brother. I think grinding with that little club rat got our girl all hot and bothered.”

“Oh really?” Dominic says, moving toward me and caging me in from the front.

I feel his hand slip beneath my dress as well before he also forces a finger inside me. My head rolls back, resting against Zayden’s chest, as Dom practically purrs, “Fuck, baby. Did you like her smooth body against yours? Were you wondering what it would be like to feel her lips on yours, her tongue on you?”

My pussy pulses at his words, and I nod my head. She was beautiful, no doubt about it, and in that moment, I probably would have done more than kiss her. I’ve never been with a woman, and never really thought I was attracted to women, but I may be retracting that prior way of thinking because the idea of hooking up with her has my pussy practically drenched.

The guys, my guys, continue finger fucking me together,forcing my pussy to spasm and clench with each thrust.

“I know she’d love it,” Zayden says. “I don’t know how I’d like that, though,” he says with almost a pout.

“Aw, come on. Every man loves a little girl on girl.” I smile lazily as I look up at him.

“Fuck yes, but I can’t be certain I wouldn’t snap her neck the instant you were done with her just for touching you.”

“Zayden!” I laugh in both shock and horror.

“What?” He shrugs innocently, like there is nothing wrong with using a human for pleasure before killing them.

I shake my head as Dom’s thumb drops to my clit, rubbing quick circles against me that have my hands bracing against his shoulders.

“Let go for us, baby. Let us see you soak our fingers with your sweet cum.”

One of them pushes deeper inside of me, pressing against my G-spot and sending a white light sparking behind my eyes. I practically scream my release as I begin thrusting against their hands, desperate for every bit of pleasure possible. Once my orgasm subsides, I let out a choppy breath before giving them a sloppy smile.

I open my eyes, looking to see Dom first. I loop my hand behind his neck, forcing his mouth against my own as our tongues tangle together. We’re roughly broken apart when Zayden yanks me away, claiming my mouth for his own. Again, we’re only together for seconds before Dom rips me away from him, picking up where we left off. I’m in the middle of a metaphorical, or not so metaphorical, I suppose, game of tug of war. Honestly, between these two godlike men, I’m not mad about it.

Chapter Forty

DOMINIC

Thankfully, that night at the club turned out to be nothing more than an hour or so of police questioning and closing the club early for the night. I expressed my deep sorrow for the loss of one of my customers in my club and was overly eager to provide as much assistance as I could.

Because of this, the detective at the scene deemed it to be a suicide attempt. Apparently the girl had a history of depression and drug abuse, kind of sad, actually. Fortunately, that was the end of that, and no stringswere left untied.

Over the last week, one by one, Zayden has been plucking off Blake’s abusers. One shot himself in his apartment and left a suicide note. Another emailed his wife that he was leaving her, providing a confession about how he has been having an affair. He even attached a video of him committing said affair. I can’t believe the idiot had the video saved on his desktop of all places.

That just leaves one left. Slinky. It took me until literally this very second, but I’ve done it. Ivan Samson, a.k.a. “Slinky.” He was born in Rochester, New York, before moving to Chicago when he was twenty-two. He lived there until three years ago, when he very conveniently moved to Portland, Oregon. That’s a quick drive. Few hours there, a few hours back. We’ll be home in time for dinner with Blake.

I didn’t go with Zayden to take care of the other two, but according to him, their deaths were absolutely horrific, and I hoped my brother did his very best work on them. They deserve it and then some. This one is different, the way Blake talks about him. The way she flinches just slightly when he is mentioned. He was bad, maybe even worse than her stepfather was, and something about it has old habits and old instincts rising to the surface inside me.

A knock comes from my office door at the apartment before Blake peeks her head in. I shut my laptop, sitting back in my chair, before gesturing for her to come in. She quickly does, perching herself in my lap before looking down at me.

“You’ve been in here all day. What are you doing?”

“Working.”

“On?” she asks.

I run my hand up and down her back before slowly kneading at the back of her neck. She sinks into my touch and hums out a little pleasure-filled moan as I speak.

“I found Slinky.”

She tenses instantly, but I don’t stop massaging her, hoping my actions and words can ease that tension.

“I know where he is, and Zayden and I are going after him.”

“Tonight?” Zayden asks, popping his head through the doorway.

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