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He sits up, his hand wrapping around his cock.
“What’s that, baby?” I ask innocently.
“Your mouth around my dick before I explode.”
“Are you going to fuck my face?” I tease, batting my lashes.
He nods with a sly grin.
“Until you cry for me, gorgeous.”
My mouth drops open. Fuck. That’s hot.
45
ROWAN
I’m avoiding them both, and it’s killing me. It’s only been two days, but it feels like two weeks.
Pushing open the doors to Drago’s office in Inferno, I plaster on a smile that doesn’t reach my eyes. “Alright?” I ask, stepping inside.
He looks up from his screen. “Yes. I’m good. Busy.”
I drop down onto the black leather couch.
“Are you okay?” he asks, swivelling toward me.
“Fine. Just in a mood today.”
He frowns. “I’m looking at Rowan, right? This isn’t Reggie?”
I huff a laugh. “Nah. Need me to get my dick piercings out to prove it?”
He lifts a hand, shaking his head. “Fuck off.”
I grin. “No fun.”
“Sorry, Rowan,” he mutters darkly, “I don’t appreciate seeing a dick. I prefer being tongue-deep in pussy.”
I nod, deadpan. “Yeah. Me too.”
He tilts his head. “This is about a woman, isn’t it? That pretty little thing living with your brother?”
I side-eye him. “Yeah. It is.”
He pinches the bridge of his nose. “Dear God. We don’t have time for a brotherly brawl.”
“We won’t fight. It’s fine. I just need to get over it.”
Drago shakes his head, his voice softening for once. “I’m not saying that. Let the poor girl decide for herself between you beasts. What I mean is—I’m sending you both to Phoenix in a few days, and I need you sharp. Not arguing over who’s fucking who and when.”
I bite back a smile. “We won’t.”
“Then fix your face. You looked more miserable than when you got shot.”
“Gee. Thanks, mate.”
He smirks. “What? I’m honest. Sometimes you need brutal honesty as a kick up the ass so we don’t all get killed by a fucking cult.”
