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Even if there were, I didn’t want to.

“I’ll killherbefore it comes to that,” Vince whispered into my mouth, pushing away from the desk. He surged up and over, until I landed on the carpet with a thud, and then his hand worked quickly between our bodies, stripping me out of my pants and my underwear. He shoved my shirt up under my chin, dragged his fingernails across my stomach, then pulled open his belt and shoved down his slacks.

He was completely dressed, with his thick erection in his hand, stroking the slippery tip between my ass crack until it poked against my hole. Vince pushed forward, with nowhere near enough force to get inside, but more than enough to test the resistance. He groaned, a full body shiver tearing though him.

“You’re going to be so fucking tight, aren’t you?” He kissed away from my mouth, down my neck and up to my ear, nipping at the lobe before standing up and going back to his desk.

I propped myself up on my elbows to watch, worried he was going to leave me there on the floor, half naked. Instead, he pulled out a bottle of lube and a condom, tearing the latter with his teeth as he stalked back to my spot on in the middle of his Persian rug.

Towering over me, Vince held my stare as he rolled the condom down his length, and longer still after he squirted lube onto his shaft and his fingers. He looked at mycock next, smaller than his but just as hard. His nostrils flared, then he was back between my legs, pressing slippery fingers into the part of me that had resisted him just seconds before.

He didn’t go easy on me, but I somehow knew he went harder on Orion. Two thick and long fingers pressed all the way into me on the first try, twisting and immediately searching out my prostate. Precum leaked out of my cock and I cried out, arching off the floor as he covered my body with his.

“Don’t be quiet,” he warned, thrusting his fingers in and out of me with a ruthless efficiency. “I want to hear everything.”

My legs already trembled, and by the time Vince traded his fingers for his cock, it had already been the best fuck of my life. As his thick shaft stretched me wider than I ever had been before, it was only the weight of his body on top of mine that kept me pinned to the floor. He was a man of his word, fucking me so hard I forgot everything except for the heat where our bodies were joined together. Even through the thin barrier of the condom, every ridge of his cock dragged against me, the tip thrusting relentlessly against my prostate with every thrust.

He buried his face into the crook of my neck and grabbed my dick, which was the only extra touch I needed to fall over the highest cliff I’d ever climbed. I shouted his name as I came against his fingers, pleading for more and more and more until my voice cracked and faded away.

Every cell in my body was alive and primed, focused on Vince and the pleasure he delivered. It was the only thing I’d ever truly wanted, and now it was mine. He was mine, to a degree. But with his cock stuffed so fully inside of me, it was easy to forget anyone else existed. I did wonder if Orion and Jacob would be jealous, if they would fuck each other or wait for him.

I didn’t understand what was happening between the four of us, and I didn’t even know if we’d make it out alive. With every pump of his hips, Vince fucked those thoughts and worries right out of me. Another orgasm began to build at the base of my spine, and I had nowhere to go, nothing to do besides hold myself open and take whatever he wanted to give me.

That was the way of it with a man like Vince Angelini, I imagined.

Chapter 44

Orion

Jacob and I came home to the sound of Caspian coming his brains out, which wasn’t unexpected, but was also not entirely welcome. My earlier conversation with Vince was still too fresh in my mind, and feelings I’d long held but rarely gave space to began to push their way to the surface of my thoughts.

“I guess dinner will wait,” Jacob grumbled, hefting a bag onto the kitchen island and wiping his hands off on his thighs.

“It will get cold.” I dug into one of the bags and pulled out the linguini I’d ordered for myself. I’d gotten Vince manicotti, his favorite. Jacob chose chicken parm, but we had no idea what to get Caspian. Jacob had suggested getting him the same as Vince, so…

Jacob took both leftover foil containers and put them in the oven. I got us silverware and Jacob followed me upstairs to my bedroom without another word.

“I thought you slept with Vince,” he said, closing the door behind him.

Caspian cried out from somewhere downstairs. Vince’s office, I assumed.

“I do, but…”

“I get it.”

I sat down on the floor and stretched my legs out in front of me, picking at the pasta until enough time had passed that I could suitably say I’d lost my appetite. I managed two bites before shoving the container to the side. It was one more bite than Jacob, who looked just as despondent as I felt.

“You hate him, don’t you?” he asked, glancing at me out of the corner of his eye.

“I don’t hate him,” I repeated the same line I’d given Vince.

“Do you hate me?”

“No.”

“Why not?”

I stared down at my lap, studying the shape of my palms and the length of my fingers. I’d killed so many people with these hands, pulled so many triggers. The bandage Jacob had wrapped around my hand was clean and tight, no signs of fraying or bleeding through, which was a relief.