Page 29 of You Were Always Mine
The air between us crackles, heavy, poisonous,and I feel like the floor just gave out beneath me — because the truth is, nothing about it felt like a mistake. Not to me.
And hearing him say it hurts worse than if he’d struck me.
The words echo in my skull — sister, mistake, weakness — like he’s carving them into my skin. My chest heaves, hot tears stinging my eyes, but instead of breaking, I snap.
‘Bullshit!’ I scream, my voice raw, ripping through the kitchen. ‘Don’t you dare stand there and tell me it was nothing. Don’t you dare fucking lie to me.’
His jaw tightens, but he doesn’t move. Doesn’t flinch. That cold mask stays welded to his face.
‘You think I didn’t feel you?’ My hands shake as I point at him, throat burning. ‘You think I didn’t feel how hard you were for me? Brothers don’t get hard for their sisters, Kai.’
His eyes flicker — just for a second — before narrowing again, sharp as glass.
I step closer, venom dripping from every word. ‘You called it weakness, but you loved every second. You couldn’t stop groaning in my ear, couldn’t stop dragging me down harder on your cock. That wasn’t weakness.’
His throat bobs, hands curling into fists at his sides.
‘That was you wanting me,’ I spit, voice trembling with fury. ‘So go ahead. Pretend. Play cold. But I know the truth, Kai. I saw it. I felt it. You wanted me.’
The silence after my words is deafening — broken only by the tick of the clock on the wall. His stare burns through me, colder than ice, but his breathing — shallow, uneven — betrays him.
Little cracks in the mask.
And seeing them is the only thing that keeps me standing.
The cracks are there — small, fleeting — but I see them: the tightness around his mouth, the way his chest rises too fast, the twitch in his jaw when I said he wanted me.
And I know how to break him.
I take a step closer. Then another. His eyes track me like a predator, but he doesn’t move back. Doesn’t tell me to stop.
‘You can say it was a mistake all you want,’ I whisper, venom softening into something sharper, darker. ‘But your body doesn’t lie, Kai.’
I reach up before I can stop myself, my hand grazing his chest. His skin warms his shirt, stretching it tight, his heartbeat drumming wild beneath.
He stiffens, jaw locking, but he doesn’t push me away.
I let my fingers trail lower — slow, teasing — feeling the way every muscle in him tenses like a coiled spring ready to snap. My lips curl, mocking. ‘See? Still trembling. Still hard just thinking about it.’
His nostrils flare, a guttural sound caught in his throat.
I lean in close enough that my breath brushes his jaw. ‘You wanted me then. You want me now. And you’ll keep wanting me, no matter how many times you say the word sister.’
For a second, he doesn’t breathe. His fists clench, his body shudders, the mask cracking wider — and I know I’ve cornered him.
My fingers trail lower, brushing his stomach. And that’s when he snaps.
His hands shoot out, iron around my wrists, yanking them up between us. I gasp, the force of it making mychest slam against his, our breaths tangling — hot and sharp.
‘Enough,’ he growls, voice low, ragged, shaking with restraint. His grip tightens until my pulse thrums wildly beneath his fingers. ‘You don’t know what the fuck you’re doing.’
I meet his eyes, refusing to look away even as my wrists ache. ‘Don’t I? You’re the one shaking, Kai.’
His jaw clenches so tight it looks painful, breath breaking against my cheek. He drags my wrists higher, pinning them over my head, like he can keep me from reaching him if he just holds me still.
‘You’re my sister,’ he spits, but it comes through gritted teeth — broken, uneven. ‘Say it, Scarlett. Say it so I don’t?—’
He cuts himself off, words jagged, eyes burning into mine, and I see it. With the crack wide open now, his denial crumbles even as he tries to choke it down.
