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“Holy fuck,” I whisper, desperately rubbing and flicking my clit now, and with a knowing smirk, he bites down on my neck at the same time he pinches my nipple.
I shatter, and explosions rock through me. My legs shake from the force, and a moan is trapped in my throat as I fight to keep my eyes open through the crashing waves of pleasure.
As he rocks none too gently into my ass as he watches me come apart, I can’t pull my eyes away from the man behind me—the man framing me like I’m a fucking masterpiece painting and he’s simply been made to hold me up.
“Good girl.” He pets my oversensitive pussy, making me jerk before he steps back and laps at the palm of his hand, tasting me. Snarling, he pushes at his joggers as if needing to touch himself just from the taste of me. I turn and almost fall, having to hold myself up as I watch him. I redress as my tongue darts out to wet my dry lips. My pleasure ebbs, even as my pussy clenches at the sight of the man before me. He’s wild, panting as he tries to find his own pleasure after helping me find mine.
It’s that thought that has me stepping forward. Reaching up, I drag his head down and slam my lips onto his. He freezes for a moment, not even breathing, before he groans into my lips. Gripping my hips, he jerks me closer, trapping his hard length against my belly and rocking into me like he can’t help it. I slide my tongue across the seam of his lips, and when he opens for me, I sweep inside, tangling with him. Both of us become lost in the other.
His kiss turns feral and hard, just like I expected. Our teeth clash, almost drawing blood from my lips, and I still can’t get enough. I have to rip myself away to breathe, and when I do, I shove my hand into his joggers, curling it around his cock. His hips jerk forward, and his eyes close for a moment.
“I want to watch you this time. I want to watch you make yourself come for me,” I order him, gripping him hard as I stroke him. “I want to see how you like it.”
A noise invades for a moment before I ignore it, focusing on him as I stroke his length. His head falls back, his eyes closed in bliss and agony. His neck strains, his veins throbbing with his pleasure. He loses himself to my hand, but another noise distracts us, and I jerk my head around, listening.
It’s shouting.
“Jonas . . .” I stop, looking at the door. The need to rush down there and confront the situation wars with the fact that Ineedto see him come.
“Let them fucking kill each other,” he growls, thrusting into my hand. I laugh, I can’t help it, and then I press my head to his chest, hearing his racing, thundering heart. “Hell, let the whole world burn around us right now, and I wouldn’t give a fuck.”
Smiling, I reluctantly remove my hand from his joggers and press a kiss to his chest before stepping back. “Later, baby. Then you can feel how frustrated I’ve been since you chased me down.” I wink and move to the door. He grabs me, spinning me and slamming me to the wood. His lips come down on mine, hard and fast.
He gives me a brutal kiss before he presses his forehead to mine, both of us panting and fighting the need to tear each other’s clothes off. “Now, we are even,” he murmurs, his voice like gravel, echoing around me. He grabs the handle and rips open the door. “Let’s go save the idiots so I can kick their asses.”
Taking his hand, I let him tug me downstairs, trying and failing to ignore the desire storming through me again.
Unleashed by him.
THIRTY-ONE
Ihave to try and focus on the shouted words as I hurry downstairs, hand in hand with Jonas. I still feel the heat of his cock warming my palm, and my knickers are drenched with my own cream from our encounter, but as soon as I reach the bottom step, all that pleasure and afterglow fades, and my throat clenches in panic and something else . . .
Hope.
At the front door, unsure and hesitant but standing her ground, is my sister. Ana wears an expression that echoes one I usually wear, although it’s slightly more nervous, and she has her arms crossed as she stares them down.
My men.
Standing together, side by side, Nico, Dimitri, Isaac, and Louis create a barrier as if to protect me from her. After all, they all saw how much her anger and hatred of me killed me last time, but she’s my sister. Squeezing Jonas’s hand for strength, I carry on until I stop next to them, sparing her a look. “What’s going on? I heard shouting.”
For a moment, all eyes are on me. Louis’s eyebrow arches at my flushed cheeks and rumpled clothes, but it doesn’t faze any of them as they return to glaring at Ana. What did she do? She jerks her gaze to me and looks me over as her lip curls.
“Oh yes, she’s clearly so fucking traumatised,” she spits haughtily.
“Huh?” I frown, confused. “Someone fill me in.”
“We were trying to educate your sister”—Nico spits the word like a curse—“about exactly who you are and what you went through.”
“You what?” I snap.
They know they have fucked up because they won’t meet my eyes, but Nico does. “I couldn’t stand her insulting you like she did. I didn’t tell her everything, just some bits.”
“Oh yeah, because she was clearly fucking abused,” Ana snarls.
The urge to run consumes me, but when I meet their eyes, I see their confidence in me and the strength they are offering. They want me to tell the truth and stop protecting her. After all, that’s what I’m doing. I am protecting her from the truth, but she’s not a child anymore, and she deserves to know, even if she won’t believe it.
That actually terrifies me, but with her note burning a hole in my pocket, I stop before her, blowing out a breath. We are night and day. Two very different sisters.
