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“Yes.”

“No matter what Sienna might have done or will do, she’s off-limits.” I tightened my cufflinks. “To everyone. Don’t ever threaten her again, or you won’t like what comes next.”

I’d never threatened Aiden, but I supposed there was a first time for everything.

He inclined his head but remained silent as he held my gaze, the tension stretching between us.

I heard my twin’s hard footsteps echoing down the hallway, and seconds later he burst through the door, breaking the tension.

“Let’s have this bachelor party.”

Aiden extended his hand in silent apology and I took it. We were brothers after all.

We left the office, Kyran grumbling about the difficulty of organizing entertainment for a morning bachelor party and blah, blah, blah.

I didn’t care about the strippers or singers he’d lined up.

Strolling through the dark hallways of the club, memories chased me down, circling back to Sienna.

Kyran was in his full-charm mode, yapping about some F1 race he must have gone to. I didn’t give two fucks about the race or his blabbing. We were at a sex club; we should have sex. I needed to let off some steam or there’d be a nuclear war happening soon.

After that, these two could talk until they turned blue and I’d make myself scarce.

The woman—Lilian was her name, I think—threw her head back and laughed, watching me under her thick, fake lashes, and I felt attracted to her less and less by the minute. Fuck, could I maybe just gag her and blindfold her? Kyran and I could then fuck her brains out, I’d leave, and he’d stay for the aftercare.

My twin and I sometimes shared women.

In recent weeks, he’d noticed I’d been on edge—thanks to a young, blonde thing he hadn’t met—so he suggested a release session with a perfect woman.

Unfortunately, this woman was anything but perfect in my eyes, but she wanted to experience a threesome and was game to do it with us.

She put her hand on my forearm and looked at me expectantly. Dammit, what did she say? I had no clue, but I nodded anyway.

“I’m so glad you agree,” she purred.

Fuck, I certainly hoped I hadn’t agreed to something I would live to regret.

I looked around the club that was brimming with people and froze the instant my gaze locked on the far corner of the club.

Sienna, that cursed young thing, had found herself in my club again. That fucking bouncer I posted at the entrance of the club would get fired tonight.

And the girl was glaring at the woman seated between my brother and me.

Oh, that jealousy would be the death of her one day, I thought, smirking.

Although I felt something myself as I saw men watching her with hungry eyes as she made her way across the room. She wore a little black dress that highlighted her curves and made my cock twitch. Her hair fell loose over her shoulders, one hand wrapped around the strap of her purse.

If she noticed men’s eyes on her, she didn’t pay them any attention. Her eyes were locked on me, and fuck if I didn’t like that.

My twin glanced over.

“Tyran, what are you—” He turned in his seat and followed my stare. “Wow, I’d like to tap that.”

My head whipped around. “No.”

He looked at me. “No what?”

“Don’t ever even think about tapping that,” I growled. “In fact, don’t even look at her.”