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her glassy eyes…what a deluded and naïve fool he was. This was what she had wanted all along. He shuddered inside her. Just like that, the madness lifted to be replaced by shame. Rolling away, he lay on his back, arm covering his eyes as his chest heaved up and down.
    “Anna,” he whispered, disgusted with himself. He could have hurt her; he had been brutal, and he certainly hadn’t addressed her needs.
    He felt her stand and then the graze of something on his chest. His eyes popped open to see Anna’s heel lightly dragging on his skin. He looked up to see her standing over him smiling, her lips bruised, her nipples taut and dark. Her sex was framed by the lace of her stockings, her long legs enhanced by the high black heels. He felt himself harden again as she moved the heel down his chest and he saw the flash of red on the sole.
    His breathing quickened as the heel travelled towards his groin. When she pushed his sac with the toe of her shoe he gasped, his gaze locked onto hers. Walking down to his ankles, her foot slid between his legs and nudged them apart. Anna stood there as he lay spread-eagled and vulnerable. His heart hammered as she lifted her foot and placed it along the length of his shaft. Fear and excitement rushed through him as he looked at Anna’s face; it was as remote as ever. When she moved her foot up and down, he closed his eyes briefly, sublime pleasure moving through him. The pressure of her heel kept the experience dangerously erotic as it moved faster and faster. When the toe of the soft kid leather nudged against the head of his arousal, he moaned, knowing he couldn’t hang on much longer. When he saw Anna’s fingers slip between her own legs, he climaxed. Instinct made him move as Anna’s own orgasm made her foot slam into the floor.

 
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
    Chapter 8
     
     
    The Braille Club, London, One Year On: The bespoke hood that every Braille member received had state of the art technology. Wireless headphones delivered the highest quality digital sound, using Adaptive Noise Canceling Technology. New breathable fabric kept the wearer cool. Now, however, like the sensory suit, the hood enabled touch…to the face, to ears, and to the head, making temperatures rise from within.
     
    London 2014
    Siena
     
    Benedict stared in distress at the scene that met his eyes and rushed to Siena.
    “Don’t touch my arm,” she said in alarm.
    “Are you okay? What happened?” he asked in a rush.
    “Get the twins,” said Siena, ignoring the question. Benedict scooped the crying twins into his arms and comforted them. Their crying lessened, and with Siena cooing their names, it stopped completely.
    “Right, we’ll go down the stairs together. Put your good arm on my shoulder,” said Benedict firmly.
    Although consumed with the DNA results and getting to them before Benedict, she knew arguing would be futile. Every step she took jarred her arm and made her wince.
    “Put the twins in the playpen, Benedict—I’ll get their bottles and food,” said Siena, the nausea starting again.
    “No, I’ll do that. You look terrible—go into the lounge and sit down.”
    Siena shook her head. “I’ll come with you to the kitchen; at least I can tell you what happened.”
    Cold sweat had formed on her forehead as she moved, her eyes fixed on the kitchen island. Just seeing the paper lying there made her heart race. She jumped as Benedict strode past her with the twins, placing them both in their highchairs. He turned and noticed how strained she looked.
    “What is it, Siena? What’s wrong?” He followed her line of vision, frowning. The doorbell rang, making them both jump.
    “Grace,” breathed Benedict, and he went to open the door.
    Siena saw her chance; she grabbed the paper and stuffed it into her jeans as her heart hammered. She had no idea what to do and or how to tell Benedict. She could hear her mobile ring but ignored it as Grace entered the kitchen. They spent ten minutes