Page 97 of Claiming Pretty

Ty didn’t smirk, didn’t gloat like I expected. He only nodded, his focus already back on Ava as if I hadn’t been standing there about to rip him apart.

I felt like a fucking outsider in my own story, forced to watch as my brother—the twin I loved and hated in equal measure—was the one to save her.

A part of me wanted to close my eyes as Ty unbuttoned Ava’s top and pushed it gently to the sides to reveal her bare chest. And yet I could not.

I couldn’t ignore the way Ava shuddered beneath his touch, how her ragged breathing hitched when he murmured her name.

I didn’t know whether it was for Ava’s sake that I watched with rapt attention, to be there for her through this sadism. Or whether it was for mine.

Because as much as this whole fucked-up experiment revolted me, there was no denying Ava’s incredible beauty in the soft lamplight.

Light glowed over her curves, her pink nipples straining, and my cock swelled in my pants.

I froze as Ty sat at her side and dipped his head toward her breasts.

“What the fuck are you doing?” I growled, my fists curling instinctively.

He ignored me as his lips ghosted over her skin, kissing, licking, tasting her. He circled one nipple with his tongue till it glistened wet in the lamplight while grazing his palm over the other.

“I’m here,” he murmured to her, his voice soft, cooing, asif I weren’t even in the room. “It’s me. It’s only me.”

Her breath hitched, her body arching slightly toward him, but her eyes were glassy, staring out into nothing.

I was struck with a horrifying realization: Ava wasn’t here with us. She was back there, reliving her nightmares.

And Ty wasn’t comforting her. He was grounding her. Pulling her back. Anchoring her to the present where she was safe and loved.

And I hated him for it—because it was working.

My heart rate quickened as Ty kissed down her stomach and along the waistband of her skirt.

My fingernails dug into the sides of my thighs as he pushed the hem of her skirt up her legs before licking a long, wet trail from Ava’s knee all the way up her inner thigh.

Before I could protest, before I could even realize what the fuck was happening, Ty pulled aside her panties and buried his face in her pussy.

I stumbled back as my breath caught in my throat with such violence that it felt like I’d been punched in the windpipe.

It was like I was watching this behind glass, the only sound the crashing of my blood in my ears.

Ava lay like a doll as my brother defiled her.

Thiswas how Ty had helped Ava resurface her lost memories, rolling her hard nipple beneath his thumb and forefinger, teasing her clit with his tongue, pushing his fingers into her wet pussy.

Thiswas what he’d spent all those months doing over the summer.

I had been searching dark alleys, black snakelike rivers,the nastiest corners of the internet for her.

Not even in my most twisted nightmares had I imaginedthis.

It was beyond fucked up, me watching my brother defiling my girlfriend’s body as she lay paralyzed and trapped in her dark nightmares.

And yet a sick twisted surge of heat rushed through me, making my breathing quicken and my cock press painfully against my zipper.

As the air in the bedroom grew thicker and thicker and the sound of Ty’s tongue moving over her pussy grew louder and louder, I found myself clutching to the bedpost to stop myself from tearing him off her and murdering him with my fists.

Ava’s breaths grew shallow and heavy as moans squeezed from her heavy throat. Fuck. I knew that sound well.

Ava was close to coming.

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