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But not before each of the brothers enacted their revenge.

They had agreed; it was the only way they could come together as a family again. After all, she was what had broken them apart in the first place.

Chapter 4

Kristoff

Kristoff was cold, frustrated,impatient.

But underneath all of that? Eager.

They were officially at their getaway for the weekend on their late Valentine’s trip. It was already pitch-black outside, and he still hadn’t gotten his dick wet.

“Come here, sweet pea. My valentine.” Kristoff reached out dragging Ashmine into his lap as she passed by him. The wood in the old recliner dug into his bones, but he ignored it.

Focusing on hisgirlfriend’sbody instead.

She squirmed against him, her soft ass hardening his dick past the point of comfort.

“Professor,” she murmured, her hands finding his lap, trying to escape him.

He grumbled in annoyance, tightening his hold on her instead. As soon as they had arrived at this cabin—which was nothing like the flier—she had insisted on making them food.

When he handed her the flier and told her to book their vacation he had hoped she would be smart enough to ask the correct questions. Make sure their stay would becomfortable.

He was over it, but he would play along for just a bit longer, if only to enjoy their dinner.

He still wasn’t sure how he wanted to play this out.

Did he want her to be willing the first time he fucked her? And then watch in her eyes as he went past her point of comfort? Watch the terror envelope her as he didn’t stop?

Listen to her beg and plead as he did his best to break her?

Fuck.

He wasexcited.He could hardly contain it. He was fed up, done with this entire charade. His fingers dug into her skin, as he rolled his cock upwards.

I need her blood on my cock.

He wanted to hurt her. She was a nuisance with a sexy body and nothing else to offer.

“Professor? The food is gettingcold,” she whined, attempting to shimmy out of his hold.

He took a few calming breaths, and this time, he let her go. She squealed softly, clearly not knowing how close she had come to her demise. How there was nothing here to laugh about. But Kristoff would show her soon enough.

Ashmine spun back towards the stove.

Which was only a few feet from the recliner.

The ad had shown an isolated luxury cabin, but what they were in was more of a rustic old cottage that needed to be demolished.

However, it had certainly gotten theisolatedpart right.

There wasn’t another building for as far as he could see, and they were so far off the main road, he doubted anyone would hear her scream.

He hoped the bed was at least in working order, but if not, he would just make do.

“Come here.” Ashmine’s shrill voice grated against his nerves as she set two bowls down on the unstable table that took up half the kitchen’s space.

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