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“I want you to ink this mark.”

I have to credit Callie for her poker face, or maybe she’s used to insane requests from her clients, because she breezily replies, “Absolutely.”

Meanwhile, I can’t get my breathing under control.

I look anywhere but at them as she does what he demanded. When we’re finally done and she’s gone to thereception to ready our bill, I utter to Kian, “I can’t believe you did that.”

His burning gaze sears me alive as he hauls me closer and circles my throat. “I wanted the memory of the day I tasted you for the first time, rainbow.”

“Does this mean I get another tattoo the first time I taste you?”

“You’ve had my mouth, Iris.”

“You know what I mean, Kian.”

“Say it,” he demands, his grip around my neck tightening. “Where do you want to taste me?”

My nipples hardening, I shyly murmur, “I want to taste your cock, sir.”

“You want to suck me off?”

“Yes, sir.”

“Until I come down your throat? Or would you like me to paint your face with my cum?”

“Whatever you want.”

His nostrils flare, and he growls, “I want to tie your hands behind your back and fuck your throat until tears stream down your face and spit runs down your chin. Then I want to pump your virgin mouth full of my seed until you’re choking on it. Still want to let me do whatever I want?”

“Yes, sir.” I whimper. “I want to be everything you need.”

“Need?” He groans, slamming his lips against mine. “You’re everything and more than what I deserve, little siren.”

Chapter Fifty-Three

Iris

Confrontation is not my strongest suit.

I dread it with a vengeance and do everything in my power to avoid it. Yet I’m on my way to none other than my best-friend-turned-fiancé.

How did I fool myself into believing it wasn’t inevitable? That I could have both Nathan and Kian in my life without any repercussions, where we all live happily.

Everything has been leading to this juncture where I’ll have to choose between the two brothers.

It’s funny how optimistic we are when we’re young, like I was back when I was eighteen. No problem seemed too big to solve. Today, I feel anything but.

While riding back from work, I pondered whether there’s a limit to the saying ‘the end justifies the means.’ Have I blown past it?

What the hell am I going to say to Nathan that doesn’t sound like a betrayal?

A treacherous breach of his trust?

Should I confess the whole sordid truth, hoping he believes that while I befriended him under false pretenses, our friendship was real and means the world to me? Or should I save him the misery and tell him that I fell for his brother after meeting him?

Both sound horrible to my ears.

No, I’m not picking the easy way out. Nathan deserves my full honesty. I owe him that after everything he has done for me. And if he never wishes to see me ever again, I’ll have to accept it.

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