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“Guarantee this is Tak being an asshole,” he grunts. “I’ll get rid of him, then I’m going to make you come all over my cock and then my face like a good girl.”
Sweet. Jesus.
“Okay,” I manage to blurt, shivering as I grab his face and kiss him heatedly.
Mal pulls away and gets to his feet, grabbing his t-shirt from the floor where he tossed it earlier and holding it in front of him as a semblance of modesty.
It’s…not really working. It doesn’t doshitto hide his large, raging erection, and barely covers the grooves of his hips.
But whatever. It’s his cousin. Who cares.
Mal marches across the open living room area, muttering darkly under his breath.
“Swear to fucking God, Tak,” he barks as I giggle and slide back to hide behind the couch, peeking around the corner to watch the fireworks.
Mal reaches the door, looking furious: his broad shoulders tense, his fists clenched at his side as holds the measly t-shirt over his cock. I almost feel sorry for Takeshi on the other side of the door.
Almost.
Mal violently yanks the door open. “What part offuck offdid you not?—”
My entire body freezes.
It’s not Takeshi.
It’s Damian.
My heart plummets, and before I can react, I see surprise flash across Damian’s face, his gaze locking onto Mal’s naked form in dangerous amusement.
Except then his gaze moves past Mal…and to where I’m peeking from around the corner of the couch.
Instantly, the amusement on his face disappears. His purplish eyes go cold, his chiseled jaw grinds.
The atmosphere in the room shifts dramatically, the tension skyrocketing as Damian drags his fierce gaze back to Mal. Both men stare at each other, neither of them saying a word.
Mal’s scowl deepens as he sizes up the man in front of him, while Damian’s expression quickly transforms from shock into something cold and protective.
“What thefuckis this?” Damian finally says, his voice tight with barely controlled fury as he steps forward, his eyes cutting past Mal to where I’m scrambling back behind the couch. It feels like I’m hyperventilating as I hastily pull my clothes behind the couch with me, pulling on panties, my skirt, and my top before I get up from the floor.
My heart is racing, heat rising to my cheeks as I shakily get to my feet and turn to the door, not quite able to meet Damian’s eyes.
This, obviously, isnothow he was supposed to find out about Mal and me.
He also wasn’t supposed to be here until tomorrow.
“Hey…” I manage, my voice small as I emerge from behind the couch, fully dressed now but still feeling entirely exposed. “So…yeah.”
“Yeah?” Damian growls darkly.
I clear my throat, feeling the heat on my face and the lingering delicious soreness between my legs from Mal.
“This isn’t what it looks like.”
I almost cringe saying it. Mal turns to eye me with smug amusement, still not bothering to cover his nakedness aside from the t-shirt covering his dick.
Damian’s gaze flicks to me, his eyes narrowing. “Really, Frey? Because itsort oflooks to me like you’re fucking him.”
Mal’s jaw clenches, and I can see the flicker under the surface, the dark, dangerous edge that always seems to be simmering just beneath his calm.
