Total pages in book: 131
Estimated words: 123575 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 618(@200wpm)___ 494(@250wpm)___ 412(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 123575 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 618(@200wpm)___ 494(@250wpm)___ 412(@300wpm)
Aries backs away from the glass, his chest heaving. Then he charges forward, shoulder connecting with the window in a futile attempt to break through. The impact makes him stagger backward and stumble in the pooling water.
Time to escalate.
I turn Lilian to face me, keeping us positioned so Aries has a clear view of her profile, of my hands on her body.
“Take off my shorts,” I command, loud enough for the intercom to pick up every word.
Her eyes widen. “What?”
“You heard me.” I tip her chin up, forcing her to meet my gaze. “Remove them. Show your stepbrother exactly what you’re willing to do for his freedom.”
Her eyes flick to Aries, then back to me, filled with conflicting emotions—shame, desire, fear, rebellion.
“Now, Lilian.” My voice hardens. “Or the deal’s off. He stays in that cell forever, and I take what I want, anyway.”
Her hands tremble as they move to the waistband of my sleep shorts, the only thing I grabbed when the alarms started blaring. Her fingers brush against my stomach, sending heat pooling low in my groin.
Through the glass, Aries watches with murderous intensity, his body rigid with helpless rage. He knows exactly what I’m doing—using her to torture him, using him to shame her. A perfect triangle of pain and desire.
Lilian sinks slowly to her knees, water soaking through the fabric as she kneels before me. With trembling fingers, she hooks her thumbs in the waistband of my shorts, pausing for just a moment before drawing them down.
My cock springs free, already hard from the power of the moment, from her touch, from the knowledge that Aries is watching every second of his stepsister on her knees before me.
“That’s it,” I encourage, tangling my fingers in her wet hair. “Show him who you belong to now.”
The shorts pool around my ankles, leaving me naked and fully erect before her. Lilian’s expression is a fascinating mix of shame and unwilling desire as she kneels in the spreading water. Her eyes dart to Aries, a silent apology or perhaps something more complex passing between them.
That look ignites something dangerous in me. I tangle my fingers tighter in her hair, forcing her attention back to me.
“Eyes on me,” I command. “He’s just a spectator now.”
She complies, her gaze lifting to mine. Those amber eyes hold defiance even in submission—one of the many things that drew me to her in the first place. The alarms continue their wail and the sprinklers their relentless downpour, creating a chaotic backdrop to this moment of perfect control.
“Stand up,” I order, pulling her to her feet by her hair.
She rises gracefully despite the awkward position, water streaming down her legs. Through the glass, Aries has gone completely still, a predator waiting for his moment. The drugs I pumped in should be hitting his system, making him sluggish, but the rage in his eyes remains laser-focused.
Time to push him further.
My hands move to the hem of Lilian’s soaked shirt—my shirt—fingers sliding underneath to feel the heated skin beneath. “Arms up,” I tell her, voice carrying clearly through the intercom.
Her hesitation lasts only a second before she obeys, raising her arms like a child being undressed. I drag the shirt upward with deliberate slowness, revealing inch by inch of her perfect body to both myself and my captive brother.
The pale curve of her stomach. The delicate arch of her ribs. The full swell of her perky breasts, her dusky nipples hard as diamonds, both from the cold temperature and her arousal. If I had the time I’d take one of those stiff peaks into my mouth and suck on it, but I don’t. My attention isn’t on pleasure, but on revenge.
When her face emerges from the fabric, I notice the pink flush of her cheeks. Is she humiliated, or does she want this too? Perhaps it’s a little bit of both. I toss the shirt aside, leaving her completely naked between us. Water cascades down her bare skin, highlighting every curve, every shiver, every goose bump.
“You’re so fucking beautiful,” I murmur, circling her like a predator, ensuring Aries can see every angle, every perfect inch of the woman he will never have.
She moves to cover herself with her hands, and I catch her by the wrists, stopping her. Leaning into her ear, I whisper, “Don’t cover yourself up. Don’t be embarrassed. Let him see you, see what could’ve been his, if he hadn’t been so noble.”
“Stop, please. Don’t use me to hurt him.” Lilian’s bright blue eyes shine with hope as she looks up at me, her tone pleading.
I won’t lie. A small part of me hates myself for what I’m about to do to her in the name of revenge, but it doesn’t matter. She never really wanted me, only him, so it won’t be the end of the world if she hates me.