Page 149 of Unwrapping Deviance

She shakes her head and remembers to use her words. “No.”

He kisses her again. Harder. With frantic need. He presses his tongue between her damp lips, and she opens to let him in.

Such a good girl,I think, chest aching with pride.

“Are you ready, sweetheart?”

Hope and relief brightens her beautiful face. “Yes! Please.”

My brother’s grin is tender. Painfully loving. He touches her cheek with the adoration of a man witnessing a miracle. The faintest whisper that speaks volumes of the pure devotion radiating behind his eyes.

I know Christian better than I know anyone. He’s always been an extension of me, in or out of the womb. He is literally my other half. Our bond has never wavered through every shitty thing that’d ever happened to us and maybe it was those shitty things that only brought us closer, but not once in the thirty years have I seen him like this with anyone.

Not even Lucy.

Love was never freely given to either of us and we learned at a young age to never ask for it. But seeing him with Mira made me hurt in a way I haven’t since Mom died. Christian has no idea that Mira’s already in love with him. I’ve known since the morning she cleaned the blood off his face. I saw it every time she looked at him. My baby may try to deny and ignore what she considers a curse, but I know he has as much of her heart as I do even without words.

And I’m fucking thrilled.

It probably wouldn’t make sense to anyone else, but sharing Mira with the only person on earth I trust has lifted something inmy chest. A weight. I didn’t even know I wasn’t breathing all the way until I’d seen them together.

For a year, I soothed and calmed her worries. I told her over and over again that the curse wasn’t real. I got her professional help. I took her to a dozen doctors that didn’t do shit. Nothing worked.

Ten minutes of Christian being Christian, fighting with her, giving her no room for argument and he’d won. Okay, maybe not won, exactly. I’m pretty sure she still thinks she’s cursed, but she seems to respond to his heavy hand, his in her face approach. I know I couldn’t. She’s too small, too sweet to be yelled at. At least with me. She’s a little demon with Christian and that seems to balance something between us.

“Don’t take your eyes off your daddy,” he’s telling her when I focus again. “Show him what a good girl you are taking my cock deep in your tight ass.”

My baby nods obediently and stands so perfectly still as Christian moves behind her. Her hungry stare locks with mine, shining with anticipation.

Her eagerness pools in my belly, the sweet rush of whiskey on an empty stomach. It fills my head, makes my heart race. My dick throbs, equally excited to see her take him.

But Christian being the royal pain in the ass that he is, delays. He skims her shoulder with his lips, fingers gliding along the smooth line of her hips on both sides to trace across the trembling plains of her abdomen.

Tiny goosebumps scatter across the delicate flesh of her arms. Tightens her rosy nipples. She bites her lip, agitating a cut. I wonder if she’d been biting the fold to keep quiet or if Christian had bitten it to silence her, but a small droplet of blood bubbles up.

I’m so enthralled by that tiny crimson stain, I almost miss the shudder that passes through her until her lips part in a gasp. Hereyes are slightly unfocused as Christian positions himself. But they stay on me. Stay locked as my brother nudges against her back entrance.

“I know, sweetheart,” he murmurs lovingly when she grunts.

Mira jerks like she’s trying to pull away, but his free hand splays across her pelvis, keeps her restrained while his other hand guides his erection.

I know the second he breaches her. Mira’s face twists with pain and beads of sweat dot her brow. Her arms shake against her binds and she groans his name.

“The hard part is over,” he promises her, lips at her neck. “You’re so tight, brat. Even with the hour we spent stretching you.”

“Hurts,” she croaks.

“You know your safeword if you want me to stop.”

My beautiful baby sucks in a breath wet with the tears I can see shining in her eyes.

“No, I want you in my ass.”

Christian groans and meets my eyes from over her shoulder. Both of us thinking the same thing —she’s ours.

“Deep breath, Mira.”

He doesn’t give her the chance to brace, to tighten. Like ripping off a bandage, he slams inside her.

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