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“I love fucking your mouth, Lele,” he said, and I could do nothing except take his cock and watch him, the heavy weight of his legs on either side of me, his body bent so he could take my mouth brutally and pound down my throat. I made another low, choked noise, and even I didn’t know if it was a moan or a sob, but he pulled out and ran a finger around my swollen puffy lips.
“So pretty,” he said, his voice low and rough.
“Asshole,” I croaked, and he laughed and pulled my body higher on the seat so he could impale me. I gasped with the intrusion, and he covered my sore lips with his mouth.
Then he put a hand on the back of my neck, and another on my leg, bending it up, and my brother fucked me, low and hard and wrong.
I felt the heat and obsession rolling off him and I put my hand up and around his neck, his skin heated and flushed under my fingers. I had to suppress a shiver at the way he burned for me.
Torin’s mouth was on mine, and I was already going to hell anyway, so I opened my lips, accepting his tongue, and I could hear the low groans tearing from his chest at the feel of my tongue reaching out for his. His hands on me were tight and urgent, his pace so punishing and savage that I could only lie back and take the way the pleasure-pain built in my body, threatening to consume me.
His voice was ragged, and he reached a hand down to where our sweaty bodies were joined as he began to rub my clit.
“Come for me, sister,” he ground out against my mouth, ending on an unhinged, feral sound as I wrapped my legs tighter around his waist.
I wanted to deny him. But I had never been able to deny Torin Reilly anything, and I came for him, came when he wanted and how he wanted, my release a sweet wrong obedience, and my brother growled with satisfaction.
Chapter Ten
Torin had told me he would meet me at the bakery early that morning.
Two days left, I thought.
What was I going to do?
During the last year I had spent most of my days and sometimes even much of the night here in this little space. I had worked hard to make this place a thriving coffee shop & bakery. I was proud of it. Right?
Or is Drew the one who is proud of it? I thought.
I didn’t want to be alone with my intrusive thoughts, so I turned on the television just as the early morning news anchor was announcing the headlines.
“There was a murder overnight at the halfway house for released felons,” the news anchor was saying, her perky voice at odds with what she was reporting. “36-year-old Dave Kowalczyk was found sometime this morning in a dumpster a few streets over. Police are investigating. The general public is not thought to be in any danger, but please contact our departments if you have any information on the crime.”
Shit shit shit.
I couldn’t mistake that face. That long, stringy hair, the tattoos.
It was the same man who had threatened me yesterday.
And today he was dead.
My heart began to pound painfully in my chest, and I heard a sharp rap on the front door of the bakery. Assuming it was my brother, I hurried out of the kitchen and past my little yellow tables, ready to give him a piece of my mind.
But I stopped uncertainly.
It was Torin’s parole officer Vick.
I opened the door numbly, the blood rushing so fast to my ears that I felt dizzy.
“Hello, Miss Reilly,” Vick said, stepping inside the bakery. “Can I ask you a few questions about your brother Torin?”
Chapter Eleven
My heart began to hammer in my chest as I looked up at Vick, Torin’s parole officer.
“What do you want to know?” I asked, trying madly to think of a way to stall for time. I pointed toward one of my adorable little bakery shop tables. “Can I get you a cup of coffee first?”
“Sure,” he said, sitting down. “I hate to bother you like this.”
