Page 46 of Tainted Truth

“Fuck, you take us so well,” Rio praises as he moves in and out of my pussy.

Instead of waiting for Zane to move, I move for him. I bob my head up and down, taking his length as far into my mouth as I can manage. Tears stream down my cheeks, and I look up at Zane through wet lashes.

Zane gazes down at me, lust filling his eyes. “My perfect Angel.” He gathers my hair in his fist and guides my head with his hold. I’m a mess as drool drips from my chin. I should feel embarrassed, but the way Zane looks at me makes me feel empowered and cherished.

All of our moans swirl together as the inferno of sensations grows.

“If you don’t want to swallow, tell me now, Angel. I can’t hold back much longer.”

Instead of answering him, I double my efforts.

“Spencer!” Zane shouts as my mouth fills with his cum.

Rio leans forward and speaks into my ear with a husky tone. “Come with us, Baby.” He pinches my clit, and I explode. My muscles contract around Rio’s cock and my whole body shakes with the rush of pleasure.

“Fuck yes, Spencer. Milk my cock dry.”

Our ragged breaths are the only sound in the room. My legs almost give out from under me when Rio lays on his back next to me and pulls me down with him. Zane grabs a blanket from the back of the couch and joins us on the floor. I nestle my head on Zane’s chest as Rio secures his body around mine.

Rio peppers my shoulder with kisses and Zane plays with my hair, and my muscles relax with their show of affection.

I trace six inked butterflies that lay across his abdomen.

“They’re for Sarah.”

My heart clenches.

“She died when she was six. She loved butterflies, so I stole butterfly clips from the store to put in her hair with her braids.”

Zane continues to amaze me.

I lean over him and kiss each winged creature. “She was lucky to have you, Zane.” My chin wobbles as I kiss his cheek and settle back down against him.

Rio kneads the knots in my back and Zane continues running his fingers through my hair. When my mind is at the edge of consciousness I hear, “I love you, Angel.”

“Te amo, mi corazón.”

I love you, my heart.

CHAPTER 19

ASHER

The flashing lights from the squad cars hurt my eyes. I don’t care how many times I’ve been around them; the seizure-inducing dance of lights makes me want to punch things.

Ducking under the crime scene tape with a coffee in hand, I walk down the damp, dark alley between a bodega and a bookstore in Chelsea.

“Took you long enough.”

“Calm your tits, Berkowitz. I got here as fast as I could.”

His tie is loosened, and the top button of his shirt undone. His hair looks like it was once styled neatly but has since been tousled.

He runs his hands through his thick, dark mane and breathes a deep sigh. “It’s bad.”

I hand him my paper coffee cup and make my way around the side of the dumpster. Kowalski stands there, looking down at the sheet covering the dead body. He remains still, with his lips pursed.

“Did the M.E. come by?” I ask, shaking him from his concentration.

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