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I jolt forward on top of the crate, my fingers gripping on to the plastic wrap covering God knows what.His cock fills every inch of me.It takes me a second to adjust before my pussy loosens around him.

“Rub your clit,” he says, wrapping his hand over mine and pushing it between my legs.

My fingers rub against my nub, the friction almost too much but not enough at the same time.He encourages me to go harder, faster, with his hand still in charge.He wraps my hair around his other fist, pulling back slightly.Pain bites into my skull, and it feels so fucking good.

Lucas slams into me over and over, until I’m so close to coming apart.My heart races, and just as I’m about to release, Lucas pulls my hand, and his cock, away.I groan, and he pulls me back by my hair and spins me around so I’m facing him.His cheeks are tinged with a rosy red, and his chest rises and falls in sync with my own.

“I want to see you come apart for me,” he says, lifting me up by the ass.

My legs wrap around his waist before he slowly fills me inch by inch, his light-brown eyes never leaving mine.Tears pool in my eyes, threatening to fall.He holds me in place with his hands on my ass.

“Let go, Freya, and soak my cock.I want to feel you dripping down my balls,” he whispers, placing his head against mine, and I moan.

He claims my mouth in a sweet, tender kiss.I drop every wall inside, just for this moment, so I can savor every taste and emotion.Because tomorrow is never promised, and today, right here, I’m complete.

The only things missing are Hazen and Gage.

Chapter 26

Hazen

Igripthespatula,watchingas the pancake batter bubbles, waiting for the perfect moment to flip it.Cooking has never been something I’ve enjoyed doing, because I’ve never had to.We always had a cook that made every meal and did the grocery shopping because, according to my father, that’s peasant work.

We didn’t have time to waste doing chores; we paid for help and ruled our empire, alongside our brothers.But here I am, making breakfast for Freya.Flour lines every surface of my kitchen, and it’s driving me insane.It needs to be sparkling clean again, but I can’t leave these pancakes or they’ll burn.

“Smells good,” Freya says, coming into the kitchen.I glance over my shoulder and pull my bottom lip between my teeth.She’s wearing tight workout shorts and a crop top.A bead of sweat runs down the side of her face as she grabs a bottle of water from the fridge and brings it to her lips.Fuck me, she’s beautiful.

She comes up behind me, wrapping her arms around my stomach, resting her head against my back.My stomach muscles seize up, and I freeze, fighting the urge to step away from her, not wanting her to be so close to me.I’m not good enough for her; she’s too pure.I’m like poison, infecting her.

She’s impossible to keep away from, though.When she’s gone, I want her back.But then when she’s close again, I want to push her away.It’s fucking with my head.My father has caused her so much pain.Does she see him when she looks at me?Do I remind her of him?That’s my worst fucking fear.

Freya releases her grip and moves backward.As soon as her warm embrace is gone, I miss her.

She hoists herself up onto the island and watches me closely.“You okay?”

My shoulders tense.“Yeah, I’m fine.Just stressed with all The Brotherhood recruiting and picking up the pieces from the explosion,” I reply.It’s not the whole truth, but it’s something.

Once the pancakes are finished cooking, I place them all on the plate and bring them to the island, next to the array of sauces.I’m not sure what Freya likes, so I got everything out.

“Kai didn’t do it,” Freya says, turning around on the counter to face me.

“I don’t want you getting in the middle of this,” I say, taking a couple of pancakes and putting them on a plate for her.

She scoffs.“Too late for that once you kidnapped me and took me against my will.Now Kai won’t even talk to me—thinks I’ve chosen you guys.”

“Probably a good thing.At least I know you’re safe when you’re here with us.Under my roof.”

Freya rolls her eyes as she squeezes some maple syrup onto her pancakes.“You know I can take care of myself, and just because I’m here doesn’t mean I’ve chosen a side.Kai is my best friend, and I won’t be playing against him.”

The front door opens and slams shut.

My father walks into the kitchen, and Freya stops with her fork halfway to her mouth.I move forward, stepping in front of the island, between her and him.

Brax runs into the room, looking from Dominic to me.“Fuck, sorry, he got away from me.”

I shake my head, dismissing him with a wave of my hand.“What the fuck are you doing here?”I snap, and my father smirks.

“What, no ‘Hey, Dad, glad you’re alive and well’?”He looks past me to Freya, his eyes lingering a little too long.“Hello, Freya,” he says, and she just stares right through him.

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