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“We were infatuated with her. Cared for her, but we didn’t love her. We only had love for her since she was the initial catalyst for our found family.” He covered my hand with his own, holding it in place as he stepped even closer to me. “But her fate weighs on us. It was our fault she got killed,” he said.

The guilt he carried for actions that were not his own resonated with me. My entire life was this rollercoaster of coping with the hand I’d been dealt and how much of it was my own fault.

“No. It’s not your fault. You can’t carry that burdened. You can choose to exact her revenge and bring her justice, but your fucked-up sperm donors were responsible. Not three boys,” I said, a fierceness to my voice that took us both by surprise.

Needing to change the mood, I snaked my hand down to his belt, pulling it loose. He stiffened at the gesture but didn’t move to stop me as I unbuttoned his pants, slipping my hand inside and palming his thick erection.

I smiled at the way it jumped when my fingers wrapped around it. We definitely had to buy the underwear, because I knew there was now a dark spot on the front from where moisture was pooling. I didn’t break our stare-off as I brought my hand up to my mouth and spit on it. His nostrils flared when I gripped him with my wet hand and gave him a rough tug, pulling a moan from his sinful lips. His forehead hit mine as he rocked against my grip, and I watched his hooded eyes as pleasure rolled through him.

“Why did you marry me?” I asked, rolling my thumb other the top of the thick head of his cock, savoring the full-body shudder it caused.

That hadn’t been a question I’d meant to ask, but the words slipped out. His eyes fluttered open. My heart seized at the look he gave me, but he shut it down almost immediately.

“You’re hotter than his daughter,” he said with a shrug, wrapping his hand around mine and pumping his cock faster. “And that was more than one question. Fucking get me off so we can go. It’s the least you can do since I’m buying you all this shit.”

He was lying. There was more to his decision, but his closed-off expression told me I wouldn’t get anything further from him.

“Fuck you, Callahan. Get yourself off,” I hissed, pulling my hand away so I could cross my arms over my chest.

His eyes glowed with challenge as he continued to pump his cock, now glistening with precum and my saliva. “Fine,” he responded, pulling his hand off the wall and shoving it down the front of my underwear.

I moaned his name as his thick finger ran through my arousal. My hands found the wall for support as he rubbed my slick clit, swirling the bundle of nerves with the rough pad of his finger.

“You’re so fucking wet for me, wife. Say my name louder so they know I’m bringing your pussy pleasure.”

I didn’t even care that he was ordering me around like a plaything. I was too lost in lust at the sight of his hips pumping into his hand as he fucked me with his fingers.

Good on him for the coordination and timing.

“Your pussy is leaking everywhere; you’re going to leave this room as my messy little whore.” His filthy words mixed with the wet sounds of his hands. “Pinch your fucking nipples, Scar,” he ordered between labored breaths.

I brought my hands up and played with my nipples, watching the way he jerked off furiously. I was so fucking turned on; I couldn’t help but add a finger of my own to where he was pumping them in and out of my pussy.

“Dammit, Scar,” he groaned, slamming his lips to mine. “Why do you have to be so fucking hot?”

He pulled away from my mouth and yanked the front of my underwear open, stretching the elastic as he brushed my clit with the tip of his cock. I gasped as warm, thick cum hit my pussy, dripping down my slit and gathering in the crotch of the panties.

I couldn’t pull my gaze away from the way his hand was squeezing out every bit of his release into the silk fabric.

I didn’t know what the hell these men had done to me, because instead of being disgusted, pleasure rolled through my body at the erotic exchange we’d just had.

“You’re going to be coated in my cum the rest of the day. Understand?” he asked, his green eyes arrogantly staring me down as he tucked himself back inside his slacks while I stood there with his cum leaking down my leg. “And just so you know, the three of us tell each other everything. Niko says your mouth is like a gift from the devil.”

He leaned forward and whispered in my ear. “I’ll have to tell them that you love to be coated in cum too.”

Holy shit. I was fucked.

CHAPTER 22

SCAR

AM I INTO THIS? SHIT, I THINK I AM

“Ms. Scarletta. Nice to see you this evening.” My doorman’s eyes darted to Caleb for half a second before settling back on me. “You have a guest, I see. Will you require parking validation?”

Parking validation. Code word for do I need to take this fucker out?

I was tempted to say yes so I could get some space from Caleb. The air between us had been charged since we walked out of the dressing room. Megan had brought me some joggers and a cute tank top to wear over the underwear that was drenched in Caleb’s release.