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And yet…

Cameron opens his eyes. This time it’s me kissing a tear off his cheek. It tastes like everything I ever wanted.

“Let’s go home.”

Chapter 48

Cameron

The leather strands of a flogger softly whisper as I run them over Justin’s stomach. They slide around his cock, making him whimper and strain against the restraints. I reward him with a strike on his already red thighs. One of the strands must hit his balls because he cries out and a drop of pre-cum pulses out of his tip.

“Beautiful.” My voice is raspy with need. I’ve been teasing him for a while, and in doing so, I’ve also been teasing myself. My cock is just as hard as Justin’s. The difference is, I get to choose when I come.

I taste him and moan as his salty flavor explodes on my tongue. When I pull away, Justin mumbles something, but his complaint is muffled by the gag in his mouth. He’s lying in my bed with his ankles and wrists attached to bed posts, his entire body at my disposal. Warmth spreads through my chest as I look over the marks littering his skin. My marks. Bruises, old and new, most of them finger shaped. Dark red welts. Bright red skin, freshly sensitized by the flogger.

“So fucking beautiful.”

Justin’s cheeks flash with color. He’s still not used to receiving compliments. I really have to work harder to change that.

“You are,” I press. “Inside and out.” So pure. Mine to taint.

As I slowly stroke my cock, my phone chimes on the bedside table. Not with a message, but an alert from the security system. I frown, weighing my need to come right now with the need for security. It’s probably some sort of glitch.

But what if it’s not?

I don’t make it to the phone.

There’s a loud crash from the front door, followed by shouting and pounding footsteps.

“What the…”

The bedroom door bursts open. Men in tactical gear flood in. “POLICE! Show me your hands!”

I blink stupidly, staring straight into the barrel of the nearest rifle. There are several, all aimed at me. Fuck.

“Get on the floor! Right now!”

My joints feel locked, muscles frozen, but I force myself to comply. I really don’t want to get shot.

The floor is cold against my naked body. At least my erection has vanished. Having a gun aimed at you does that to a person.

“Hands behind your back! Juarez, get the victim.”

The victim? Cold metal burns my wrists as cuffs click locked. There are no victims here.

The bed creaks. I hear ropes being cut and quiet, comforting words. “Everything’s okay, sir. You’re safe. We’re going to get you out of here.”

Oh. They mean Justin. My mind finally catches up on the situation. The cops are here. They have me in cuffs, and they have Justin. Fuck. This is bad. This is very fucking bad.

“I… I don’t…” Justin sounds confused. “What’s going on?”

“Everything’s okay, sir,” the officer repeats. “Just come with me. I’ll bring you to safety.” Their voices grow distant as they take Justin out of the room. Away from me. Because he’s the victim.

More feet stomp around, tracking mud over my floors. Assholes. “Get him up,” someone orders. Gloved hands grip my arms and pull me up. One of the cops holds sweatpants in front of me, and the other two help me step into them. Then they pull a hoodie over my head. The empty sleeves flap around me ridiculously as they march me out of the house. I don’t see Justin anywhere, but there’s an ambulance parked among the cop cars blocking my driveway. Maybe he’s inside? I try to peer in, but the cops escorting me roughly yank me toward the nearest SUV. They shove me in so hard I stumble and bang my head on the door frame.

“Oh, sorry, sir,” one of the cops says. He’s smirking and doesn’t sound sorry at all. Jerk.

My head pulses in time with my racing heart. I do my best to calm down, to think rationally, but the alarm bells going off in my head are making it impossible. I’m fucked. If Justin talks, I’m going to jail. How did they even get in? This wasn’t a house search they’d launch if they had a warrant. The strike team blowing through my door and the whole shebang means they have something solid against me, enough to risk unlawful entry.