Page 98 of Claiming Pretty

No. That wasmine. Her orgasms weremine.

I shoved Ty out of the way so suddenly he didn’t have time to counter me. He landed with a thud on the ground.

I pulled her panties out the way, sucked her clit into my mouth, and plunged my fingers into her soaking pussy and curled them around, coaxing her over the edge.

Mine.

I felt her pussy ripple around my fingers, felt the warm gush of more wetness over my mouth, felt her shudder. The only sound she made was a heavy rush of air from her lungs and a muffled noise in her throat.

When her body stopped twitching, I carefully pulled my fingers from her, my gaze roaming over her, trying to gaugewhere she was in her head, trying to read her the way Ty seemed to read her.

A soft sigh escaped her lips, and her tense shoulders sank against the pillow. Relief washed over me. Whatever nightmare she’d been trapped in had finally released its grip on her.

Thank God.

But as her breathing evened out, the reality of what my own brother had just done to her hit me like a freight train.

The relief twisted into fury, my chest tightening as the anger surged hot and fast. I turned to Ty, who was calmly picking himself up from the floor, as if nothing had happened.

“Is that what you fucking did to her all summer?” I growled, my voice barely more than a rasp, low and dangerous.

He met my eyes with that maddening calm, his expression unreadable, the look that always made me feel likeIwas the one spiraling out of control.

“That was part of her therapy,” he said evenly.

Part of her therapy? The words detonated in my mind.

Partof her therapy?

What the hell did that mean? There wasmore? He didmoreto her?

I stepped toward him, fists clenched, my pulse hammering in my ears. “What else, Ty? What the fuck else did you do to her?”

“Doctor-client privilege,” the smug bastard said.

My hand instinctively reached for one of the other blades strapped to my body, fury coursing through me. “I’m going to—”

A choked sob escaped from Ava, slicing through my rage like a blade of its own. My attention snapped to her.

Her lashes fluttered, tears spilling down her cheeks in silent streams. Her hands jerked to her face as though trying to shield herself from the world, her body trembling.

The paralytic was wearing off. And whatever she had endured while she was under was still haunting her.

I was at her side in an instant, perching on the edge of the bed, my movements frantic but careful.

My hands moved over her body, searching for something—anything—I could fix. Some wound I could close, some break I could set. Anything tangible that I could make better.

But there was nothing. No visible wound to heal, no scar I could soothe.

“Shh,” I murmured, the sound meant as much for me as for her, my voice wavering under the weight of my helplessness. “It’s okay, rabbit. I’ve got you. I’ve got you.”

Except I didn’t. And it was killing me.

Ty reached for her, too, but I shoved him away before his hand could land.

“You’ve done enough,” I snarled, my voice cracking under the weight of fear I couldn’t suppress.

Ava cried softly.

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