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A deep groan pulls from deep inside my chest. My cock twitches in my hand and I feel the rush of adrenaline coursing through it. The image of her head bobbing up and down on my length floods my vision to the point I’m seeing stars.
“Shit, that’s right, take my cock,” I groan deeply while my balls tighten, ready to explode. Streams of warm cum land on my stomach as I roar out my release.
It takes me minutes to come down from my high, but my dick is still sporting a semi, ready to go again for the real thing this time.
Fuck.
Even without her in the same room, she can make me come harder than I ever have before.
The high of my orgasm completely leaves my body and my blood turns cold when her soft voice sounds in my head again.
Tommy Brennan. The most painful years of my life.
I know she was trying to be strong when she said it, but I could hear the agony in her voice. She told us that she killed him in self-defense and I didn’t believe her. But now that I saw first-hand the panic etched in her face and the terror in her screams while she was having nightmares about him—I don’t know.
She might be telling the truth, or at least part of it.
It fills me with rage thinking about anyone but us fucking with her. She’s mine. She’s ours to treat however we want.
Only Theon, Blais, and I can put our hands on her now.
No one else ever will.
Because you’re going to kill her, right?
A frustrated sigh leaves me and I shake my head, trying to get her out of my brain. She’s making me feel this sick sense of possessiveness, when I know I don’t want her. I don’t need her.
Rolling off the bed, I head to the bathroom and grab a rag to clean myself with before pulling my pants back up. That’s it for me. No longer will I let Zamira Stone weasel her way into my head and make me weak. No longer will I let her have that hold over my mind and body.
There’s no way I’m going to sleep now and I’m sure as fuck not going back in there. I need to wind down from the stupid mistake I just made.
I could go work out, but if I’m going to be awake, I’m definitely going to wake the other two fuckers up so we can think of ways to use Zamira and be done with her as soon as possible.
Pulling a shirt from my dresser, I shrug it on and head out the door. I walk toward Blais’ room. Seeing his door is already cracked open, I push it open to see what he’s doing. He’s perched on a chair behind his sound mixer with headphones on, bobbing his head up and down while he clicks on his computer, adjusting the sound clips. He gets lost so easily in the music, it’s refreshing to see him in his element and away from the craziness that usually consumes him.
I walk in and lean against his desk waiting for him to notice me. He looks up at me, giving me a lopsided grin before pulling his headphones off.
“Theon owes me a hundred bucks.” He laughs, making me confused.
“What the hell are you talking about?” I cross my arms over my chest, waiting for him to explain.
“We had a bet going to see how long you’d last in that room with her before storming out. I gave you a few hours, Theon said you’d stay in there all night. Since you’re here talking to me, it looks like I’ve won the bet.” He rubs his hands together, grinning ear to ear.
“Assholes.” I punch his arm hard, but he continues to laugh. “She’s fucking infuriating. If I didn’t leave, I probably would’ve killed her.”Or fucked her.
“After what you did at the table earlier, I’m surprised you didn’t go in there to finish her off. Unless, you did finish her off in a different way?” He wiggles his eyebrows suggestively.
“Not a chance, dickhead.”
He just laughs, shaking his head. “We’ll see about that.”
Ignoring his suggestion that I’m actually going to be weak enough to fuck her, I change the topic. “We need to talk about her. About what we’re going to do with her. I’m tired of her fucking around with us.”
He nods his head in agreement, but I can see the hesitation in his eyes. I know he has feelings for her already. That’s why I need to end this quickly. She’s getting too close to his heart, and I refuse to let her take it from him.
“Alright let’s go get Theon.” He stands from his chair after saving the song he was working on. We walk out the door and back down the hallway toward Theon’s room. His door is closed, and Blais looks over at me, giving me a devilish smile holding his finger to his lips telling me to be quiet.
He presses his ear against the door and silently chuckles to himself. Theon, the giant beast he is, sleeps like a rock. For someone who’s always on the defensive, the man could sleep through a hurricane and wouldn’t wake up.
