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I jerk my head away to glare at him. That grin is on his face, and I’m about to wipe it off with my fist. My lips part to ask him, what the hell do you think you’re doing? But he grips the engorged crown and squeezes, and I fall back against him. He begins stroking again, my hips following his rhythm. The lube has slid past my ass, now lubing him as well.

Was it always supposed to feel this good? Was I always meant to enjoy it this much? Because I could die right now, and I’d fucking smile.

He squeezes my throbbing balls, making me thrust off him, but when fingers move towards my ass, I snatch his arm.

“I touch you however I want,” he repeats.

“I…” I begin to protest, but a groan replaces whatever stupid words were coating my tongue, and pleasure coils my spine as he lightly circles the hole.

“F-fuck. G-God fffuck.”

“Breathe, baby.”

I fight to draw a breath as he pushes a finger inside me. My knuckles ache around the material, my dick throbbing harder in his hand. His nose nudges my cheek, and I turn my face, capturing his lips in a ravenous kiss. I’m groaning, whimpering, fucking his hand and riding his finger. Any sense of sanity is lost when he circles my prostate, and my entire body lights up.

“Look at me,” he demands.

I pry my lids open, and his dark eyes peer from beneath his hooded lids to watch me fall apart. A moan bursts from my chest, cum releasing in spurts to cover my chest and stomach.

He moans with me as cum pulses out to cover my ass and lower back. Slowly, he removes his finger, plastering his cum-covered hand on my heaving chest.

Depleted of strength, I lie limp against him, trying to jam the jagged pieces of my sanity back together.

I never let Conor near my ass. I was always waterboarded by shame even while I was fucking him. But Rain? I didn’t have a second to think, let alone allow it to consume me, but now that I’m back in reality and staring at the ceiling, that knot in my stomach is tighter than ever, nausea is in the back of my throat and tears are burning the backs of my eyes.

I’m going to be sick.

“I-I need to shower,” I croak, panic bleeding in my voice.

“Why do you insist on showering straight away?”

I screw my eyes shut. “I feel ashamed I let you touch me, I’ve always felt ashamed, even when it was me or Connor. I can’t help it. It hits me—the only way to stop it is by scrubbing my skin until…” I trail off when my lip quivers.

“Until you’re rid of the skin you just did it in,” he finishes for me, and I nod shamefully, a tear rolling past my temple. “Baby, look at me.” I blow out a shaky breath, opening my wet eyes. “I know it’s because your parents have made you ashamed of who you are. They’ve destroyed any sexual urge you have, to the point you’re hurting yourself afterward.” A soft smile curls his lips. “I understand, but you’re you. You want who you want. Don’t ever be ashamed of that.” Warmth spreads across my chest as he wipes the wetness from my eyes. “Come on. I’ll come shower with you.”

Chapter twenty-eight

RAIN

Istep through the front door, trails of smoke looming in the air. Throwing my keys onto the foyer table, I step into the study lit by the dim lamp atop the corner of the mahogany desk. My father sits behind it in a black suit and coat, smoking a cigar.

Blade’s slumped in the leather chair across from him in black jeans, smoking a cigarette with his usual far away stare. Kieran stands beside Dad in his suit, his hazel eyes tracking my movements.

My father eyes drop to his custom Patek watch. I’m not late. It was 5:54 PM when I pulled through the gate.

My lips quirk with a smirk as I take my seat beside Blade and adjust the white cap sat backwards on my head. “You said six.”

Dad sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose.

I would have been here earlier, but Rome had training this morning. I then sent him out this afternoon with his card and told him to take the girls shopping. I cleaned up while they did and stared intently at my phone to ensure he was, in fact, spending money.

The first few purchases were at smaller stores and for very little. I called him and told him there was nothing wrong with spoiling them with designer things. He got mad and refused, stating, designer means nothing. They need to learn to be humble and that a label doesn’t make them better than anyone else.

While I agreed with his opinion, I wasn’t saying they need to buy a shirt or bag with the designer label splashed across it, but buy items of high quality. I then called Kilah and told her to get items for Rome, since the asshole was refusing to buy anything for himself.

He’s so fucking humble, it’s adorable.

The girls gave us a little fashion show once they got back. Rome was hesitant to allow them to keep certain items he deemed too revealing. I told them to wear whatever they wanted. They aren’t shrinking themselves to make others comfortable. If they have a problem with someone, they can call me.