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My father’s righthand man stands. “This is ludicrous,” he sneers.
“You’re free to leave.” My mother straightens her back, glaring back at him.
He looks around the room, then takes his seat. Men like him wouldn’t survive the world beyond this island and he knows it.
“Are there any questions?” No one budges, not used to being allowed to ask questions in the past. “Don’t be afraid,” my mother urges, and slowly, one by one, hands raise, smiles tilting lips.
She’s got this.
I clutch the necklace around my neck, salvaged from when Eli ripped it from me, the heart pendant put on the chain with my own.
Clara’s immortalized within me forever. I’ll live for us both.
Epilogue Two
Cash
It’s been over three months since bringing Mona home to the mansion. I moved back in, giving Claudia the use of my place in the city. The mess of getting rid of our Father’s body became apparent after the death of Mona’s father. We drove out into the ocean, weighed his body with bricks, and dumped him. There’s a lot of blood in that water, hiding our crimes for us. The police just assumed he was guilty of Annemarie’s murder and fled. It was lucky for us they didn’t like delving more in-depth. We had enough money to make life hard and costly, so they took the easy option.
Music croons through the room. Mona dances, her rhythm more refined and on beat than when she first arrived here. Colts watches her with a hungry gaze, a tumbler hanging from his fingers, tie loose around his neck, no jacket, sleeves rolled up. She’s teasing him, swaying her hips, wriggling her plump, ripe ass.
My mouth waters and heart begins to race, blood roaring in my ears, anticipating what’s to come.
“Who do you want, sweet islander?” Colt asks.
“Why do I have to choose?” She smirks, learning her little devil grin from him, and swings a bottle of lube between her forefinger and thumb.
“Naughty little girl,” Colt growls, rubbing his dick through his slacks.
“You want us both?” I pull my shirt over my head and loosen my belt, popping open the front few buttons of my jeans.
“I’m greedy,” she purrs, “and famished.” She licks her lips.
“Fuck,” Colt groans, downing the remnants of his glass before stalking her across the room.
She slips her dress up her thighs, waist, tits, and then over her head before dropping it to the floor.
Bare, creamy flesh. Dark, rosy nipples, hard and ready for attention. Slim navel. A slightly rounded stomach protruding with our baby inside. She’s stunning. And ours.
He clutches her in his arms, claiming her, tasting, loving.
I push my jeans down my thighs, taking a seat on the couch, stroking up the shaft of my cock, rubbing the pad of my thumb over my Prince Albert piercing.
“Sit her on my lap, brother,” I instruct. Walking her over to me, he positions her on my lap, still facing him, and lowers her onto my cock.
My entry steals her breath as my girth stretches her open, burrowing deep inside.
I pull her back against my chest, my lips sucking on her neck, marking her, my palms kneading her tits, tweaking her sensitive nipples. She lifts her hips and lowers herself again and again in slow, sensual movements. Every fucking time inside her is intense and like the first time.
Colt pinches her clit—stroke, pinch, stroke, pinch—bringing all the nerve endings to life.
The music she loves hums around us, our bodies feeling the pulse. Her breathing accelerates with each upstroke of my hips. “Fuck you’re beautiful,” I groan. Colt discards his clothes, watching us fuck.
“Oh God, I’m going to come,” she calls out, writhing in ecstasy.
Before I can follow her over, Colt takes her in his arms. She straddles his waist and lowers onto his cock with a satisfied moan. He lies back on the floor, gripping her hips, guiding her movements as she rides him, wild and fucking free.
I get to my feet, grasping a fistful of her hair, tilt her head back, and dip my cock past her juicy fat lips as she fucks my brother.
She lets out a sultry moan as she flicks her tongue over the piercing, lapping the pre-cum. I pull out of her mouth with a pop, growling in appreciation.
Grabbing the bottle of lube from the floor where she dropped it, I lather my cock and take my position behind her. Colt grips her around the neck and pulls her to his lips, giving me access to her tight little ass. I stroke my fingers up the seam of her cheeks, swirling lube around the hole, then dipping a finger inside, then two, fighting past the muscles trying to expel me.
“Fuck me, Cash. I want to feel us all together,” she urges, desperate and needy.
Lining my cock up, I push inside, feeling Colt’s cock through the thin layer of flesh between us. “Oh fuck…fuck…” Mona groans into Colt’s neck. I push farther in, then pull out, teasing my way in until I’m buried to the hilt.
