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His jaw is tight, a muscle jumping, but his eyes are glassy, as though he’s fighting his own tears.

“I love you, B. I always have.” I don’t know how else to convince him of that other than fully committing myself to him, to Madd, to Kato.

Of course, that will mean Kato needs to keep his hand off my throat long enough for me to actually speak, and I am really not looking forward to reliving everything all over again, but I will if that’s what it takes.

Brix promised he would protect me. He promised they would be safe, they would be okay once the news of my reappearance got out. Thatwewould be okay.

I have to have faith in him, in his words. I have to trust that he’ll take every measure to ensure the four of us are never separated again.

His hand snatches out and wraps around the back of my neck, dragging me to his damp chest. His other arm snakes around my back and he rests his chin on top of my head.

“Don’t doubt me, E. Never doubt me. Never doubt every single second you were gone felt like someone was taking a battering ram to my fucking heart. I felt like my soul was ripped to shreds that day at the gate of your parents’ estate. Please don’t ever make me feel that way again.”

“Never,” I promise, listening to the rapid thud of his heart as I rest my head against his warm, muscled chest.

The money is all but forgotten. Fuck the money. Brix said Kato sent someone, but there’s a chance one of my tweaker neighbors already made their way inside and stole it.

What would it matter, anyway? I’m not going anywhere.

I’m fucking terrified. Terrified of what will happen when my father finds out I’m alive, and the fear isn’t just for me and my husbands but for Viktor as well, since he was the one who was supposed to kill me and bury me in the woods.

What will happen to the guard when word of my survival makes it back to my father? Depending on how many people Kato has already told, he might very well already know. He might have people out there looking for me, might have had someone tailing Brix and me the moment Brix pulled the SUV through the front gates.

“My legs aren’t jelly anymore,” I mutter against his chest.

In response, I swear his dick instantly hardens against my stomach, straining against his towel.

“Is that a dare?” he says, his voice deep but playful.

Instead of giving him the chance to rip the towel away, plop my ass on the vanity and fuck me senseless, I tilt my face up to him then slowly lower to my knees, my nails scraping along his skin, causing his muscles to twitch below my touch.

His hand instantly goes to my hair, his fingers tangling in the damp tresses as I pull the towel away to reveal him to me.

He’s so tall I have to strain up a little to reach him, but reach him I do.

I run my tongue along the underside, the feeling of the bars through his shaft heightening my own arousal, then run it around the tip like the most delicious lollipop.

He huffs a breath through his nose, his grip on my hair tightening just this side of pain, but pleasure and pain have always been separated by the finest line when it came to the four of us.

“You want me to fuck your face? Or do you want control?”

I cup his sac and run my tongue along his length again, closing my lips over the head and sucking before pulling back.

“Own me, B. Claim me. Fuck my face. Fuck any part of me you want. Own every fucking inch of me.”

Both his hands tangle in my hair and I open my mouth wide, relaxing my jaw in anticipation.

Brix isn’t gentle or slow as he thrusts his hips forward, filling my mouth with his thick length. The tip continuously hits the back of my throat, causing me to gag, but I love every second of it. They were rarely gentle with me when we were younger; I didn’t need gentle. I loved the passion, the way they seemed to lose control.

But this…I’m seconds away from coming without anything even brushing over my clit merely from the grunts leaving his full lips, the look of lust and awe in his brown eyes, andthe feeling of those piercings rubbing along my tongue and periodically clicking against my bottom teeth.

“You’re going to swallow my cum, E. Every fucking drop.”

His voice is growly, deep and demanding. I try to nod in agreement, but his hands don’t let up as he thrusts forward a few more times before pulling my head toward him at the same time he pushes to the back of my throat and groans out my name.

Hot jets hit the back of my throat and I swallow them down as fast as I can, but some still leaks past my lips.

When he finishes, he pulls from me and uses his thumb to swipe up the little bit I missed, pushing it into my mouth and smirking when I suck his thumb clean.