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They make me walk into the mansion naked. Without even a jacket. Dripping their come and my own juices. I must look like a whore, and a shiver of excitement runs through me at the thought.
That’s what I am.
Their whore.
The moment I step inside the mansion, Hendrick shoves me against the wall and kisses me hard, grinding into me.
Jac pulls me from him and takes my mouth as he walks me across the foyer, the stone cool beneath my feet. He shoves his fingers into me and fucks me hard with them.
Then he drags his hand free and pushes me to Hendrick. “Carry her.”
Hendrick picks me up and tosses me over his shoulder so my ass is in the air and his fingers are up in me. “You’ll have tolead the way. I don’t know where the bedroom is. Or your sex dungeon.”
Jac goes silent as we ascend, telling me that he’s thinking. “I don’t have one of those, Agnossio.” He pauses. “A sex dungeon, I mean. I do have a bedroom.”
“Thanks for the needless clarification, Miller.” Now he pauses. “You’re keeping him around for the pretty face and the cave man fucking, right?” he says to me.
“She just likes my cock more. And my face, you’re right there.”
Hendrick laughs. “So no sex dungeon.”
“It’s a good idea, though. I might get one.”
I’m tossed to the bed and I bounce, but I scramble up and Hendrick scans the decor. “I expected satin sheets.”
“I’m not that much of a monster.” Jac gives him a wounded look, then tries to examine the gash in his arm.
“I need a drink,” says Hendrick, kicking off his shoes.
“Downstairs.”
He goes, and I pull Jac down and kiss him, my tongue sweeping into his mouth. “You’re a fucking bastard.” I blink rapidly because hot tears sting my eyes. “You could havedied.”
“So could have you. I can deal with you choosing someone else, if that’s what makes you happy,” he mutters, “but I can’t—I won’t live in a world without you in it. I won’t lose the other person I love.”
Jac…floors me. In those few words, he’s said so much.
I kiss him long and slow and sweet. “How bad is it?”
“What?” He looks at his arm. Shrugs. “A fucking graze.”
“Get something so I can clean it up.”
Grumbing, he rises.
“Jac?”
“Yes?”
I take a breath. “Hendrick…he loved her, too. Your sister? And more than him being happy, he made her happy.”
“How—”
“His father…I’m glad you killed him. She didn’t deserve what he did.” Fuck, this hurts to say, but it’s true, and Jac and Hendrick…they deserve the truth. Hendrick deserves Jac to get it, and Jac…he needs to know Lili wasn’t just loved, she loved too. She had him, yes, and loved him, but she had Hendrick, and he clearly treated her like she was his world.
His brows pinch in a mixture of confusion and pain. “You don’t know,” he whispers.
“Lacey Photography has records of all Quinate and high society events. And…” I suck in my breath. He doesn’t need to know about the more private sex parties involving his poor sister, the parties Hendrick never knew about until after her death. “And they have all the photos they never used, candid ones, ones that weren’t framed right, things like that. In them they captured your sister and Hendrick well. I saw their love story.”
