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She gives it a few strokes, causing me to hiss.

Keeping my head straight, I navigate the truck toward the house now in view. My vision is filled with her as she pulls away, moving to sit back in her seat pressed against the passenger door.

I knew it at the gas station, I knew it in the house, and I knew it as she swallowed my cock—Charlotte will fight me because she thinks she should, but she wants this. She wants me.

The house gets closer, and the road illuminates with lights that reach out and touch the truck interior.

It’s time.

Reaching up, I grab my mask and pull. The material passes over my head with ease.

It takes less than a second for her to recognize me, and I’m not even fully unmasked yet.

“Daniel.”

The way she says my name is a cross between relief and horror, but it’s mixed with a moan, and I know that out of the two, relief wins.

She’s happy it’s me.

I slow the truck, pulling it to a complete stop just shy of the main house where the rest of our family sleeps peacefully.

Charlotte wants me, and it’s time I give it to her.

CHAPTERFIFTEEN

Charlie

I stare in confused horror, my heart pounding the same rhythm that beats just as strongly between my legs.

I’m a traitor and a whore. His whore.

I’m wet, uncomfortable, and so fucking confused.

Daniel. Why the fuck didn’t I see it?

The pull I feel, the attraction. I mean, what are the chances of feeling this way about two people after never really feeling anything?

Fucking idiot!

I don’t know what to say. Where would I even start? Yesterday, I would have willingly gone on a date with this man and could have envisioned a life with him despite not knowing anything but his name.

A little over twelve hours later, I know what his cock tastes like and how it feels to have him bring me pleasure, all while he smells of blood. Blood that belongs to my friends.

He’s sick . . . We both are. Maybe we really do belong together.

His hand grips my jaw. “I will be the only man you ever taste again.” It’s not a question. He’s telling me.

My tears fall as he releases me.

I flinch when he opens his truck door. The loud and violent sound disturbs the woods surrounding us.

His brother jumps over the side of the truck, dismounting without much effort.

I watch as he grins at Daniel, saying something too low for me to hear. Their movements are familiar. How didn’t I recognize them?

Had I just not wanted to see it?

Daniel returns, one hand braced on the door and the other on the truck roof, so tall that he needs to bend slightly to peer in at me.