Page 49 of Blind Justice

Chapter Seven

Duncan reached out to Omar while the siblings—correction, step-siblings—still slumbered on the murphy bed, both obvious to his inner turmoil. After the events of the night before, he let the guy take the morning off and requested he be there by lunch. Once he ended the call, Duncan grabbed a shower. His soap removed all traces from his night of debauchery with Enzo and Bella like it had never happened. He was sticking to his guns. He had to tell them the truth. When they realized his transgressions, they’d let go of their whole talk of love bullshit. Duncan had known for a long time he’d never get the chance to love anyone.

“Fuck.” Duncan stared at his reflection in the mirror. Nothing would change his mind.

As he stepped out of the bathroom, Enzo was leaning up against the wall, waiting for the door to open.

“Morning,” Enzo mumbled before pressing a kiss to Duncan’s lips. He then sleepily stumbled into the space, barely closing the door in his rush.

“Morning,” Duncan replied, confused by the open affection. He glanced back, chiding himself for being a pervert. Yet, he also couldn’t take his eyes off the man. His gaze lingered on Enzo’s thin muscular frame and the way his shorts were slung low on his hips. He had his hands all over Enzo the night before, and his palms itched to touch the man again.

Don’t form attachments, boyo.

He crossed to the closet and opened it, grabbing his clothes for the day. He yanked the towel from his hips then placed it in the hamper. After he tugged on his jeans, he went to the kitchen to start the coffee and make food. They were in for a long conversation filled with secrets he hadn’t told anyone, not even Thomas. His partner knew aspects about his life, but not all of it. Hell, he didn’t think he could give up those details ever. But, he wasn’t the stupid kid he’d been twenty years ago.

Bella’s yawn drew his attention. She stretched her arms wide over her head, unashamed of the naked body she so boldly showed. “Morning.” Her husky voice was like a glass of his favorite scotch, smooth with a hint of smoke. His cock thickened and throbbed, pressing against the fly of his jeans.

He smirked. His gaze traveled along her lush curves as she slipped out of bed. “Morning. Leave it. I’ll take care of it later.”

“Are you sure?” She sat on the edge of the bed, watching him.

“Yes.” He held up the bag of bagels. “Want your bagel toasted?” He made no attempt to hide his Irish accent.

“Yes, please,” she said before pulling on Enzo’s discarded t-shirt from last night.Pity.“I thought Omar was bringing breakfast.”

Duncan placed her bagel into the oven and turned it on. “Change of plans. He’ll be here around noon. If there’s something specific you or Enzo want, let me know and I’ll have him get it on the way.” He gestured to one of the two stools on the other side of the small island in the kitchen. “I figured it’d give us more time to talk without needing to rush.”

“Okay.” She ran her fingertip around the rim of the glass he’d placed on the counter in front of her. “How are you feeling this morning?”

Duncan snorted. “Shouldn’t I be asking you that question?”

Bella laughed. “Horny as fuck still.”

Duncan bit back a groan when she came around the counter toward him, removing Enzo’s shirt. “Fuck, Bella.” The bite marks and hickeys he and Enzo left on her flesh the night before stood out against her tanned skin. Her nipples were hard points, begging for Duncan to bite and tease. The edge of her rose vine tattoo played peek-a-boo with him as the cotton material floated to the floor.

“Yeah, that’s the point, right?” She placed her palm against his chest. “It’s kind of hot, isn’t it?”

“What?” He ran his tongue across his bottom lip. When he found out Bella had been sterilized, the last restraints holding Duncan back snapped, unleashing the possessive man he truly was. The sick, twisted juxtaposition of their situation allowed him to fuck and rut like a wild animal, damn the consequences, because in Bella’s case, there were none.

“Knowing your cum is inside of me?” She ran her hand down his chest to the tab of his jeans.

Duncan needed to gain control of the situation. He had shit to tell them about himself, and he couldn’t do that balls deep within Bella. “We shouldn’t do this now.” He grabbed her hands. “We have other things to discuss.”

“Discuss what?” She tilted her head. The playful smirk floating across her lips did nothing to tamp down the lust pounding through his veins.

“Everything.” He closed his eyes and count to ten, willing his dick to soften. “You were fucking each other when I walked in last night. You fucked me bare, like you said. I had your—Enzo’s ass. We should talk about it all.”

She hummed in approval. “Seeing you fuck Enzo turned me on. No one has ever made Enzo scream like you did, hermoso. I’m wet just thinking about it.” She rubbed against him, and tingles of awareness shot through him. “Touch me, please, Master Duncan.”

Shit. He was losing control. “Bella, stop. We shouldn’t be doing this.”

“Your voice is telling me no, but that thick dick of yours is saying yes.” Her husky giggle went straight to Duncan’s groin. She was maxing out his temptation meter.

“No.” He had to take back his position of authority and snap her out of whatever little game she tried to play with him. Even though he really wanted to, he couldn’t stick his dick back inside her until after he laid out who he was and why he was there.

“Shower is free,” Enzo said as he strolled out of the bathroom.

Bella covered her eyes and yelled. “Jesus, cover your shit up. No one wants to see tu polla first thing in the morning.” Bella giggled, and for a brief moment, Duncan got to witness the carefree girl beneath the hard exterior she normally showed. “What?”

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