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9
This is a horrible mistake. Regret floods my mind, made worse by voice-stealing panic as Tatum leads me through the dark penthouse. Sebastian follows, his footfalls landing on the cold marble with something close to sorrow.
Paying no attention to the water dripping off our feverish bodies, we enter the room where Tatum slept alone last night. The bright buildings of downtown shine a spotlight on the humongous bed—as if that light is prepared to bear witness to the absolute betrayal about to take place.
And I’m helpless to stop it. My teeth clamp on my lower lip as Tatum pushes me onto the end of the mattress. Keeping my chin dipped toward my bare breasts, I hide from Sebastian’s gaze, though I can’t hide from the hurt I know lingers in those blue depths.
“You’ve got another choice to make.” Tatum trails his fingers through my short hair. “Whose cock do you want?”
“Sebastian’s.” It’s an easy decision, and despite the conflicted emotions tearing through me, I shiver in anticipation at the thought of him entering my body again.
“You lucky bastard,” Tatum says, turning to the man whose eyes I’m avoiding. “Lie on your back and have her rest against you. I want you to fuck her ass from behind.”
“Wait a fucking minute, okay?” Sebastian plants his hands on either side of me, and I force myself to meet his gaze. Those hooded eyes squint at me in the darkness, full of uncertainty and concern.
“Are you sure about this?” His soft tone implores me to change my mind, to not let this happen. To put his needs first.
To not let another man touch me.
And yet…that’s all I’ve been trained to do since I became a subject of the Brotherhood. My eyes flit to Tatum in the darkness, taking in his lean body. He waits, arms crossed over a defined chest.
I don’t know how to say no. Even worse, there’s a part of me—no matter how hesitant—that doesn’t want to refuse him. No, that treacherous part wants to reach nirvana with Sebastian while another man goes down on me.
“I’m only certain that if I’m going to do this, I want to do it with you.”
Sebastian frowns. “Say the word, princess, and I’ll put a stop to this.”
I slide my palm against his rough cheek. “I know you’ll try.”
Tatum clears his throat. “She’s a smart woman. Your promise is noble, but you don’t have that power. We’re not in the month of Leo.” He steps forward to insert his authority into the conversation. “Besides, I know desire when I see it. She wants this too much to walk away now.” Tatum sets a hand on his tense shoulder.
Sebastian shrugs him off. “I’m doing this for her, and the instant she says stop, I’m done, got it?”
“Understood.” Tatum nods toward the bed, and Sebastian sits behind me. He reclines, taking me with him, and we settle back on the mattress, his abs welcoming my spine.
Tatum spreads me open, his fingers grasping my knees, and I can’t help but whimper.
“So this is what you want?” Sebastian clamps a hand around my throat, applying just enough pressure to make me go still. His warm breath shoots down my neck, sweet from whiskey. “My cock in your ass, princess? His tongue on your pussy?”
“Don’t hate me,” I plead, sucking in a fortifying breath. “I’m tired of fighting.”
Every man in the Brotherhood has taken something from me, and now…
Now it’s my turn to take.
Sebastian growls in my ear. “I could never do anything but love you, and I’m going to love taking every inch of your ass while hating his eager participation.” He tightens his hand around my throat before releasing me. “It’ll probably hurt.”
His pain and anger sting more than anything, but I’ll accept both, just as I’ve accepted my place in the Brotherhood.
“It’s okay,” I whisper, shame collecting in my eyes. “I deserve the pain.”
Crouching between my knees, Tatum tosses a bottle of lubricant to Sebastian. “This will make it hurt a lot less—not that you guys haven’t had practice at this.” He grins from the V of my thighs.
“Leave our private moments out of this,” Sebastian says, twisting off the cap. He pours some of the gel onto his fingers. “Lift up, baby.”
Feet digging into the mattress, I raise my ass so he can rub the lubrication into my tight hole. He shoves in his slippery digits to open me up for him, and I moan. Determined to prepare me, he doesn’t break his pace, and after several deep jabs of his fingers, the burn eases.
I let out a short-lived breath of relief.
