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I relax. I give in. It’s what he’s wanted from the beginning.

I can’t give him everything, but I can give him this.

With a flex of his hips, he grunts and spills his cum directly down my throat. His hair is no longer slicked back perfectly. Pieces fall over his forehead and beg me to put them right. He looks like a god, fresh from battle with a hard-won victory cloaking him in dominance.

Only when he pulls back slightly, and I gasp for air can I taste the saltiness of his cum. Somehow, it has me craving more. I search and find it as I clean him up.

I’m not ready for the confrontation. It’s inevitable, but I can’t do it right now.

I’ve given my thanks.

Now I need to get the hell out of here before more bruises can bloom on my soul.

CHAPTER 10

ROISIN

If Declan didn’t have another meeting and I didn’t have to work, I’m not sure how I would have been able to slide out of his office without the man following me. Even though he wasn’t plastered to my back, it doesn’t mean I was alone. Conor was a quiet sentry while he drove me home.

I could almost taste his unease and distrust on the air. Too bad I already had a belly full of his boss’ cum and couldn’t muster up enough energy to soothe him. He doesn’t have to trust me.

Hell, he shouldn’t.

Still, I gave him a smile and a small wave as I hopped out of his car and made my way up to my apartment. When I got inside, I promptly took a shower and then swan dived onto my bed. That was hours ago.

I woke up with that groggy post sleep ‘where the hell am I and what day is it’ feeling. I hate it when naps don’t go as planned. I was hoping for cozy vibes. Instead, I got panic over being late since it was already dark outside when I woke up, but sunny when I buried my nose in my pillow and gave a big middle finger to being awake a moment longer.

The only thing that has me tamping down the fear and stepping out of my apartment is knowing that Declan probably has someone watching my place. After today? It’s pretty much a guarantee.

Which is why I’m not paying close enough attention when the shadows take shape in the hallway and step closer to me in the form of three looming men. I let out a small shriek, but the sound dies quickly when I recognize Finn as one of the shadow men. He might not be one who lives in my nightmares, but it’s not far off either.

My brother’s eyes are blank, and I wonder where everything went wrong. Was there ever a time when he was the loving brother I needed? Or did I make it up? Was that just another daydream of a lonely, lost little girl.

Finn’s lip curls into a sneer as he looks me over. “I hope you’re using your wiles for good, Roisin,” his voice is like acid against my skin.

This can’t be my life. This can’t be my family.

Before I can even think of a snappy retort, which would probably only land me in hot water based on the look in my brother’s eyes, one of the other men steals my attention. I gasp when I recognize the runner from earlier. The way he leers at me tells me everything I need to know.

“Gotta say, your ass looked great in those pants today.” He winks at me, his voice oily and sticking to my skin, “I’ll happily run behind you any time. Next time you won’t be able to lose me. It makes the chase so much better when you don’t.”

My nose scrunches up in disgust, but jogger bro doesn’t care. He simply chuckles, the sound promising retribution and his brand of fun.

The third stooge shakes his head and shoots the runner a look, but it doesn’t do much. When he looks back at me, his face is a neutral mask like he means business, but the way his eyes roam over my body tells a different story.

“What did you find out at McCarthy’s office?” Man invading my space number three barks out the question, the suddenness of it making me flinch.

My throat goes dry as I look between the men. Finn makes a tsking sound like he’s disappointed in me. For taking too long? Because I’m his sister? So many heartbreaking possibilities.

“I didn’t find out anything,” my voice is so soft I don’t even believe myself.

The men I’m not related to step forward and I cower back, but with the wall behind me, I don’t have anywhere to go. Even though I know what I’ll find, I still look toward Finn, hoping for a life raft. Hoping for anything.

His face is blank, and his eyes are fucking dead. With a shrug of one of his shoulders he tells me everything I need to know. He’s not going to be the one to rescue me.

I don’t have any allies in this hallway. It’s not like the neighbors really care. The neighborhood is what drew me to this area, but this building is one where the whole ‘not my business’ philosophy rings very true. No one is going to step in front of these men for me.

My heart cracks open with the realization I have to do what is expected of me. Even if it hurts Declan. Even if it’s the last thing I want to do.

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