Page 66 of Two Chambered Heart

“Don’t fucking touch me,” she said through gritted teeth, trying to ignore the pleasure that zinged through her body, her racing heart.

He just laughed again. “You want this.”

“I don’t.”

“I know you do.” He was still stroking her over her underwear, the contact sending unwanted shivers through her body, pleasure already building in her core.

“You can’t know that. You can’t read my mind.”

“No, I can’t.” He said it like that idea delighted him. “But I don’t need to. Your body is telling me enough.” Jason pushed the lace to the side, letting his fingers trail through her wet folds. She stifled a moan and tried again to pull her arms out from the restraints.

Jason kept going, and after a few deft strokes, she stopped protesting, unable to do anything about the pleasure he was forcing on her. The careful and precise movements of his fingers were strumming her like a guitar, and her strings were wound so tight that the pattern had her gasping for breath. She closed her eyes as he continued to tease her pussy and rub her clit, over and over, the friction overwhelming her almost instantly. With his tender caresses, her orgasm built, and she was powerless to stop it. Jason brought her to climax quickly, the wave of pleasure crashing over her in a crescendo of sensation that left her limp and shuddering.

She opened her eyes, looking at him kneeling before her. She was still shaking—from the anger, from the pleasure, from the desperation that had clawed its way to the surface.

Without a word, he untied the ropes. Finally, she was free.

“I hate you,” she whispered, tears wetting her cheeks once again.

“Good.” He stood up. “Now get out of my room.”

Corey didn’t need to be told twice. She left her clothes in a pile on the floor where she’d dropped them, and walked to the door on trembling legs, stopping herself from bolting like she wanted to.

She slammed the door behind her and submitted to the pressure behind her eyes, crying in earnest. Each step down the staircase echoed in the quiet house, and she longed to curl up in the comfort of her duvet. But she saw Kayden standing in the kitchen. She’d been so wrapped up in Jason that Kayden hadn’t even crossed her mind, and guilt hit her like a punch to the gut.

“Hey, hey, what’s wrong?” Kayden went to her immediately, catching her and pulling her into him, wrapping his arms around her mostly naked body.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry! Kayden, I’m so sorry.” She was sobbing now.

“Baby, it’s okay, it’s okay. Shh.” He held her tightly in his arms, running his hand through her hair, comforting her. She burrowed her face into his sweatshirt, unwilling to meet his eyes. He held her until her shaking finally settled.

Kayden pulled her chin up, and she let him. “Look at me, baby. It’s okay, just tell me what happened.”

She didn’t want to go through it all again, but she did. And as she spoke, she realized that Jason getting her off had been what she’d been wanting the whole time he’d been with Payton. Jason had been focused on Corey just as much as she was focused on him, and maybe she’d overreacted. If she hadn’t been protesting so hard, it would have been the most erotic thing she’d ever participated in.

Or she was just gaslighting herself to make herself feel better that Jason had taken what he wanted, consent be damned.

“You’re not mad at me?” she asked him, after divulging everything that had just happened.

Kayden cocked his head at her, surprised by her question. “Mad at you? Why would be I be mad at you?”

“I basically just slept with your brother.”

He laughed. “Well, from what you’ve told me, there was very little sleeping going on.”How was he amused by this?

Corey punched him in the shoulder half heartedly. “It’s not funny,” she choked out, a strangled sob breaking through, sounding awfully close to a laugh.

“If you wanted Jason to get you off, I’m not mad, Little Fox,”

“I didn’t, though,” she tried. But she didn’t sound convinced, and Kayden didn’t look convinced either.

Kayden just squeezed her tighter, and she let out a long sigh.

“What are we?” She didn’t know what she expected him to say to that, didn’t know the answer herself, but Kayden’s blasé reaction to his brothertouching her had surprised her almost as much as the amount of guilt she’d felt over it had.

“I don’t know,” he responded simply.

Even with his arms still holding her, his words almost felt like rejection. She pushed on, needing to know where she stood. "If I wasn’t stuck here with you, would you still want to see me?”

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