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“We believe that he is getting help from someone to get tips and I have a strong suspicion that it is a cop or another detective,” he says.

“It’s none of us, and it’s not the FBI, so we are going to limit the interaction with you to a few select people.

The agents that have been on patrol with you all will remain.

They’ve been completely vetted, and I do trust them. ”

“What about that one creepy cop who grabbed my ass?” I ask.

“What?” Julian snaps.

“Yeah. The… He was the one who was with you the day I was attacked when you were at the hospital. He tried grabbing my ass a few weeks ago when I went to the station to give you something.”

“Hmm,” Jasper says. “That is… I’ll look into it.”

“What?” I ask.

“That’s my boss,” he says. “His name is Captain Jack Anderson. I’ll talk to Carrie when she gets here. The FBI has officially taken over the case, so it should be easy enough to keep him away from you.”

“Wait, does that mean you…”

“After this case, I am going to the FBI,” he says with a smile. “I have been working on it for a while now. Jack doesn’t know that I am going yet, though. He’d kick me off this case, and I wouldn’t be able to get as much information between the cops and FBI.”

“Got it. Top secret,” I say as I make motions as though I am zipping my mouth closed and tossing away the key.

“Go home, and if you need something, let me know. Do not leave the house by yourself again,” he says firmly. “If you need a break from the boys, go on a walk inside the property.”

“I’m pretty sure if we were running around on the property. They would probably hunt us down and fuck us against a tree or something,” I laugh.

“Oh. For sure,” Julian confirms. “I’d bend you over every fallen tree out there.”

“Whatever keeps you on the property,” Jasper laughs. “Be good.”

“Maybe,” I shrug. He pats my shoulder and shuts the door. I lay my head on Julian’s chest to try and find some semblance of peace. I’m learning to shove things down so I don’t outwardly freak out. I don’t know how to make it go away, so I am just ignoring it. Maybe not healthy, though.

By the time we get to the house, I am numb. I get out and get inside before anyone can get to me. “Liza,” Calder calls out as I go upstairs. I ignore him and keep going. “Eliza!”

When I get to the bedroom, I shut and lock the door and go to the bathroom to do the same.

I turn the shower on, and I can feel myself spiraling.

It’s like the world is spinning around me, but I can’t stop it.

I can’t focus. My hands are tingly and my face burns.

A cold sweat breaks out across my body, and I can’t breathe.

I get in the shower before getting undressed.

The ice-cold water blasts me, and I gasp as I bring myself down to curl up in a ball on the floor.

I can still feel his hands around my throat just as much as I can feel the belt rip through my skin.

Everything is on fire, and I can’t cool down.

I feel hands on me, and I know who it is.

I let Cassidy sit me up and hug me against her chest as I finally let the tears go, and I sob.

I swore I’d never let him hurt me again, but he did.

I made a stupid mistake, and I got hurt because of it.

Again. If I had just stayed with Cassidy, he wouldn’t have approached. He wouldn’t risk taking on both of us.

Cassidy holds my face and wipes away the tears. We are both shivering, but she doesn’t seem to mind. “Thank you,” I whimper.

“For what?” she asks.

“For not telling me I’m okay.”

“You aren’t okay. You might be safe now, but you aren’t okay. Nothing is okay. I know that more than any of them,” she says. “But… everything will be okay.”

“Where is everyone?” I ask as I reach over and shut the water off.

“In the room,” she says as we stand up. “I brought some clothes in. By that, I mean I stole two of Oscar’s shirts.”

“I feel insane.”

“You aren’t. You are overwhelmed and traumatized,” she says.

We get out of the shower and strip down so we can dry off.

I make no effort to hide looking at her.

It saddens me that she sees herself so negatively because she is fucking gorgeous.

I am standing here staring at this woman, and I am very aware of the fact that I am bisexual.

I never really considered it until Cassidy, but I want to make that woman come so hard that she passes out.

More than that, I want to be close to her.

I don’t know if it’s just the fact that we share similar trauma or that the thought of her coming makes me wet.

Seeing her get fucked by Julian was incredible.

I have never been so fucking jealous of Julian before.

“What?” she asks nervously.

“I wish you knew just how beautiful you are,” I say, knowing I might be making a fool of myself. I walk closer to her, and a blush spreads across her face and chest.

“I wish you did too,” she says.

“Oh?” I ask, backing her against the counter.

“Liz…”

“Listen, Cassidy. I have spent so long bottling up my feelings and shoving them down, and that includes you. I have pretended that I don’t like you as much as I do.

I pretend that I’m not desperate to know what it’s like to make you come.

I am so goddamn jealous of everyone in this fucking house that has had the pleasure of touching you,” I say bluntly.

“Is this you or the trauma?” she asks softly.

“Me,” I say.

“I don’t know how to… I don’t know what I’m doing,” she stammers. I cup her cheek, and she relaxes into my hand with a soft hum.

“Neither do I,” I admit. “I don’t know the first thing about eating pussy, but I am going to learn with you.”

“W-What?” She chokes out. “You don’t want me.”

“I do,” I say. “I want to be the reason you scream out pleas for mercy as you come. I want to know what you taste like, Cass. Why is your brother so fucking obsessed with you that when he jerks off in the shower, it’s your name that he is moaning.

What is it about your sweet little cunt that is so goddamn addictive? ”

“I could say the same for you,” she says sheepishly. “Julian is obsessed with you. They all are. All six of them.”

“Imagine… You spread out on the bed. I am between your beautiful thighs, eating your pussy and making you scream. All six of our men are around us, watching. Not touching. Not helping. Just watching me enjoy you with their cocks in their fists, anticipating every fucking whimper that you make,” I say as I gently squeeze her breast and lightly pinch her nipple.

I let instinct drive everything as my hand drops lower.

I smile wickedly at her when she willingly parts her legs so I can push my fingers into her.

Cassidy gasps and grips onto my arms as my palm rubs against her clit and my fingers fuck her dripping pussy.

“Oh, fuck, Eliza,” she moans, letting her head fall back. The door comes open, and a collective grunt of approval from the men makes both of us smile. I stop for a second, and she grins at me.

“Go lie in the bed. Don’t say a word to them,” I say.

“Yes ma’am,” she purrs. When we turn to the door, they know and immediately jump out of the way. As I pass them, Oscar grabs me by the throat and leans in to whisper in my ear.

“If your mouth touches her pussy, you are mine until I decide to give you mercy,” he growls. It’s not in a way that it sounds like a punishment or that he is upset but overwhelmed with the lust of what’s happening.

“If you interrupt and don’t let your sister come, I’ll have the guys help me tie you to the bed, and I will fuck you to tears,” I say firmly.

“She really will,” Calder laughs. I go up on my tiptoes and kiss Oscar’s cheek before stepping past him and going to Cassidy. I grab a towel, and we position it under her before I climb on the bed between her legs.

“Anyone touches us, I will tie you up and put you on that fuck machine,” I warn. “No talking. No noises.”

“Yes ma’am,” they all grumble.

I start by leaning over her body and kissing her. It is gentle at first until her fingers find their way to my clit. I groan against her mouth and kiss her harder. It gets to the point that I can’t think and pull away.

“You are so fucking pretty when you moan,” Cassidy purrs.

“You’re distracting me,” I groan and rock my hips against her hand.

“Is it working?”

“No,” I grunt and pull away completely so I can kiss my way down her chest. I pay special attention to each breast as I suck her nipple into my mouth.

As I continue down, I kiss her belly. When she flinches, I do it again.

I know what she is feeling, and I won’t stand for it.

Troy doesn’t get to decide how we see our bodies.