Page 22 of You Were Always Mine
“You’re so hard for me, Kai. You’d fuck me right here if I let you.”
My cock throbs so viciously I nearly tear through denim. My vision whites out, my hands shake, my whole body trembles on the razor’s edge of losing every shred of control I’ve been clinging to.
And then she’s gone.
Scarlett pulls off me in one sharp movement, sliding back into her seat, her dress tugged down over her thighs,her chest still heaving. She buckles herself in with a violent click, her hands shaking, her glare daring me to speak.
The loss is brutal. Cold air rushes in where her heat had been, my cock straining painfully, my breath ragged as I grip the wheel hard enough to split the leather.
My cheek still stings from her slap. My cock aches from her grinding. My ears ring with the sound of her filthy whisper, and she just sits there, smug and defiant, like she didn’t just ruin me from the inside out.
I drag in a breath, my chest burning, and the laugh that leaves me is low, broken, dangerous.
“You’ll pay for that, little sister,” I rasp, eyes locked on the road ahead, knuckles white on the wheel. “You have no fucking idea.”
Scarlett
The silence in the car is heavier than the night pressing in around us, thicker than the smell of whiskey and sweat clinging to him. His words still scrape down my spine like claws—You’ll pay for that, little sister. You have no fucking idea.
I can’t get them out of my head.
My cheeks burn, my thighs ache, and every shift in the seat reminds me of what I just did. What he just made me do. Grinding against him like some desperate slut, soaking through my panties, shivering when I felt how hard he was for me.
Shame coils tight in my stomach, hot and sick.
He’s my stepbrother. My brother. This isn’t supposed to happen, not in any world. I should hate myself more than I hate him—but I can still feel it. The way his cock pressed against me, the way his groan ripped out when I whispered in his ear, the way he held me down like he’d never let me go.
I press my thighs together, hating the slick heat thatanswers me, hating the way my body betrays every ounce of defiance I try to spit at him.
I glance at him out of the corner of my eye. His jaw clenched, his knuckles were white on the wheel, and his blue eyes locked straight ahead as if he thought he would break if he looked at me again. His cheek is still red where I slapped him, his shirt raked from my nails, and part of me wants to laugh. Part of me wants to cry.
Mostly, I want to forget, but I know I won’t. Not tonight. Not ever, because no matter how much I try to bury it, the truth is choking me raw—I wanted it.
I hate myself for that most of all.
The hum of the engine is the only sound, steady and low, but inside my head it’s chaos. Every second replays, every movement, every filthy word he dragged out of me like he already owned it.
The heat of his hands on my hips.
The weight of him beneath me.
The sound he made when I ground down hard enough to make him lose his breath.
I squeeze my eyes shut, shake my head like I can throw it off, but the shame digs deeper, burrowing in my chest. My thighs are damp, my panties soaked through, and the more I shift, the more I feel it — the undeniable proof that my body betrayed me.
Stepbrother. The word is acid. I choke on it.
Kai.
I should hate him. I do hate him. He’s twisted, obsessive, cruel. He drags me out of bars, pins me against walls, stalks me like I’m prey. He’s dangerous, unhinged. He’s the one thing I should never, ever want, and still, the memory makes me clench, makes heat spark low in my stomach until I want to crawl out of my own skin.
I grip my knees, nails biting crescent moons into them, biting my lip until I taste blood. My chest heaves, my pulse too loud in my ears.
How am I supposed to face him after this? How am I supposed to live in that house, sit across from him at breakfast, walk past his door at night, knowing what we’ve already done?
Knowing how close I came to breaking.
I can still feel his breath on my ear, the way his voice dropped to that filthy growl. Because of you. Always you. Only you.
