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“I’m not nosey,” Kian huffs.

Kellan laughs loudly. “You’re nosey, and you have a pasty ass.”

Both Kian and Liam look like they’re about to argue when Bree cuts them both off. “Enough! Can we try to keep theembarrassing behaviour to a minimum when we have guests, please? Kian, show them to the bathroom, and not a word about it. Marcus, you’re free to do what you want with him. Liam and I are going to my office.”

She makes it clear what they’re going to her office for, but doesn’t seem ashamed that she got so turned on watching a guy get tortured, she can’t wait to fuck her husband. Then again, I can’t talk, as that’s exactly what I’m about to do.

Miles and I follow Kian into the bathroom, and he hands us both a spare pair of sweats and a T-shirt to change into, so we don’t have to put our blood-soaked clothes back on afterwards. We thank him as he closes the door.

Once I’ve clicked the lock, we practically attack each other, slamming our lips together in a possessive, claiming way. Miles grabs my hips and walks us backwards, slamming me against the wall without his lips ever leaving mine.

I slide my hands around his neck, pulling on the hair at the nape until it draws a deep moan from him, making my dick throb painfully. I rock my hips against him to help ease some of the pressure, and as I feel his hard length rubbing against mine, I whimper into his mouth.

Miles pulls his lips away, and as I’m drawing in some much needed air, he spins me around and presses my chest against the wall. His hands on my hips pull my arse towards him, forcing me to arch my back as my cheek presses against the cool tiles.

I turn to look over my shoulder, and seeing the heat in Miles’ bright-blue eyes makes me come undone. He takes one hand off my hip and grabs hold of my hair, pulling at the strands until I hiss from the sting on my scalp.

“Is this what you want, Pretty Boy?” he growls, grinding his trouser-covered cock against my arse.

“Yes,” I moan, sounding breathy and desperate.

Miles chuckles, that smug smirk of his growing as he reaches around the front of my trousers, groping until he wraps his hand around my hard length. We both moan as he gently squeezes me through the fabric, and I can’t help but rock back against him.

“Torturing that arsehole turned you on, didn’t it?”

I try to nod, forgetting about the grip he has on my hair, and the movement makes my scalp sting even more, which only seems to add to the headiness of the whole scenario.

“You were so hot,” I tell him, not ashamed of how much he turned me on.

I’ve never gotten turned on by torture before, but this was a fairly specific set of circumstances. Not only was I doing it with Miles, we were doing it to protect Indie. Everything we did to that jizzbucket was in revenge for what he put her through, and even then, it will never be enough.

I’ve always been protective of the people I love, but I’ve since learnt that there’s a big difference in my brain between the people I love and the people I’m in love with. I would do anything for Chloe and Marcus, because I love them, but I would burn the world down for Miles and Indie, because I can’t live without them.

They bring out a jealous, possessive side I didn’t know I had, and at first, it scared me a little. I know I have an addictive personality, and I was worried I was just transferring my obsessive tendencies onto something else until Miles showed me how wrong I was.

He made me see I could live without them, as I’ve done it for the last few years, I just don’t want to. I’m fighting for a better world with them in it, because I’ve seen what my life is like without them, and I never want to go back there.

If I have to be protective, possessive, and obsessive to keep them safe, then that’s what I’ll do, and I know Miles would do the same for us. I even think Indie would fight, despite notwanting to, if there was a chance she could lose us. We’re better off together than we are apart.

Miles squeezes my cock once more, pulling me out of my thoughts, as he presses his lips along the curve of my neck, licking and sucking as he goes. I rock between his hand and his dick, trying desperately to show him I want more.

He pulls my earlobe between his teeth, nibbling on it lightly, before pulling back just enough that he’s able to whisper in my ear. “I love seeing you coated in the blood of our enemies. It makes me want to devour you.”

I moan softly as his breath flutters across my cheek, sending a shiver down my spine. Before I even know what’s happening, Miles spins me around again, slamming my back against the wall. My head is spinning, and it’s not just from the abrupt movements.

I’m about to say something when Miles drops to his knees in front of me, silencing me in an instant. I watch with rapt awe as he kneels before me, reaching up to unfasten my trousers. He pops the button and pulls the zip down with one hand, whilst using his other to palm himself.

As he frees my throbbing cock from my boxers, I let out a soft sigh, loving the feel of his hand wrapped around my silky skin. I reach to slide my fingers into his hair, but the hard stare Miles throws my way forces me to stop.

“Did I say you could touch me?” he growls.

I shake my head. “No, Sir.”

“So that you’re not tempted, put your hands on the wall above your head. If you move them, I will stop. Do you understand, Pretty Boy?”

My eyes widen as my mouth falls open at his demanding tone—which I have to admit I quite enjoy. “I won’t be able to keep them up,” I tell him, sounding much more whiny than I intended.

“Then you will lose the privilege of having my mouth on your dick. It’s your choice,” he retorts casually, shrugging his shoulders like he doesn’t care, despite still having a firm grip on my cock.