Page 58 of The Brotherhood

Scarlett gritted her teeth, trying to focus, trying to break free—but his hand splayed over her stomach, and for a split second, she forgot why she was supposed to.

Spar made a sound—deep, low, knowing.

“Interesting.”

Scarlett twisted, breaking free, shoving him away.

But the damage was done. He knew. She could see it in his eyes.

“That’s four,” he murmured.

Scarlett clenched her jaw. “One more.”

His smirk was pure sin. “You sure?”

“Very.”

He exhaled, tilting his head. Then—he struck.

This time, he didn’t take her down immediately. He let her fight. Let her struggle. And when he did take her down, it was slow, controlled—until she was on her back, his weight fully on her, face inches from hers.

More than her breath stalled inside her, and not only from his weight.

He watched her. And then—he smiled. “You’re mine, little sister.”

Scarlett’s pulse roared in her ears. “I—”

“You just haven’t figured it out yet.”

He rolled off bringing a gasp from her lungs as he stood easily, leaving her breathless on the mat.

“That’s five.”

Scarlett stayed where she was, staring up at the ceiling, her chest rising and falling too fast. She was in trouble. And he knew it.

Her breath heaved as she stood, her hands clenched into fists at her sides. Every inch of her burned—from exertion, from embarrassment, from the way he toyed with her like she was nothing more than an amusement. Her cheeks were on fire, her pulse roaring in her ears, and his smirk was the match threatening to ignite every last shred of her composure.

“Again,” she ground out.

Spar’s brows lifted slightly, his expression almost… pleased. That cocky, infuriating half-smile tugged at the corner of his mouth.

“Again?” he repeated, lazy and slow, like he was savoring the challenge.

Scarlett squared her stance and hardened her jaw. “You heard me.”

He exhaled through his nose, tilting his head slightly as if considering. “You sure? You’re already so embarrassed, little sis.”

Her stomach twisted at the way he said it. Like he owned the title. Like he owned her.

Her fingers curled tighter. “Very.”

Spar chuckled, low and dark before gesturing to the space between them.

“Alright then. Let’s see if you learned anything.”

Scarlett took a slow, steadying breath. She’d been too rattled last time. Too caught off guard by his closeness, his heat, the way he caged her literally and effortlessly.

She couldn’t let that happen again.

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