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I growl, hooking my finger into the side of her soaked panties to tug them aside. My knuckle touches her slit and she moans again. She's so fucking wet. So damn warm.

I twist my hand, running my thumb between her lower lips until I bump against her swollen, needy clit. She makes the sweetest keening sound, rocking against my hand.

"Yeah, just like that, little bird," I murmur, my eyes glued to the pleasure chasing across her face. "Keep fucking my fingers just like that…" I keep my thumb against her clit while I circle her little hole with my forefinger and then slowly push it inside.

She sobs my name, writhing and squirming. Panting.

Goddamn. This is the sweetest torture. My cock feels like it's going to snap in half. My boxers are wet with the evidence of my arousal. I'm desperate to take more—to drag her pants down her legs, free my cock, and drive into her until she's leaving claw marks down my back. The ache in my balls won't abate until I'm buried inside her. But I'm fucking satisfied too. She's getting off onmyfingers. She's moaningmyname. She's wearing that look because ofme.

That's a goddamn powerful feeling right there.

I press a second finger inside her with the first. Her hot little hole stretches around me, her juices gushing around my fingers. I pump and twist, snarling like a fucking beast at how wet she is and how damn good it sounds.

"You going to come all over my hand, little bird?" I ask, fucking her with my fingers—twisting, stroking, slowly trying to drive her over the edge into ecstasy. "You going to soak my hand for me?"

"Yes!" she cries out. "God, yes, Brantley."

I curl my fingers up, seeking out that magical spot…

I groan when I find it. Her hips jerk beneath me, her inner muscles clenching hard around my fingers.

"I…I…"

"I know. I can feel it. You're seconds away from creaming all over my hand like a good girl." I lean down over her again, attacking her breasts with my lips and teeth. "Fucking give it to me, little bird. Give me what I earned."

She shatters with a wail, body bowed, muscles rigid. Fucking perfect.

I work her through it, crooning praises as the sight of her, the smell of her, the sheer fucking satisfaction of knowing I did this to her sends me over the edge with her. My cock jerks in my pants, cum spilling into my boxers in heavy pulses.

I groan, flattening myself over her. I'm careful not to crush her as I rest my head against her chest, listening to the way her heart pounds beneath my ear. Feeling the way she shivers with every aftershock.

"Brantley," she sighs sweetly.

My heart clenches in my chest, the walls around it on the verge of collapsing into ruin because of her. Hell,forher. Because, for some reason, this fierce little goddess chose me for this gift.

It's been a long time—too damn long—since I've let myself wonder if I could ever be worthy. But in this moment, with her beneath me, her breath evening into the deep rhythm of sleep…I let myself wonder. Hell, I let myself hope.

And that's the danger she poses. She gives me hope.

I haven't had that in…well, I'm not sure I've ever had that before now.

Chapter Four

Isla

"Don't touch her, you bastard." Brantley jerks beside me, mumbling in his sleep. His body is tense, his hands clenched into tight fists. Sweat drips from his hair and clings to his shirt as his mind battles whatever demons haunt him.

"Brantley," I whisper, gently reaching up to stroke my hand down the side of his arm. I move carefully, afraid to startle him. He said he didn't like to be touched.

"Don't touch her," he groans again.

My heart clenches, tears welling in my eyes. God, the pain in his voice is devastating. I know my sister liked Bellamy Hill, but I don't think she knew who he really was. At this point, I'm not sure anyone knew the man behind the mask he presented to the world. At least, no one except Brantley and his mom. And the glimpses I'm getting from Brantley of who that the real man might have been are horrific.

What our bio-mom did was messed up. It was wrong. She was a selfish, self-absorbed woman who couldn't see past her own insecurities lashing out at two little girls she was supposed to protect.

I think Brantley's father was something worse.

And what he put him through was bad. Really bad.

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