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)
“Not Aries,” I sneer, pushing the lace aside and sliding two fingers into her slick heat. She gasps, clenching around me like her body knows exactly who I am—even if her head doesn’t. “Not the golden boy. Not the one who made you blush and stammer. He might’ve had your attention back then… but I have your body now.”
Her moan is raw and broken. I curl my fingers and press my thumb to her clit, working her with slow, deliberate pressure. “Do you think he ever thought about making you come like this? Think he ever could’ve touched you like I do?”
She shakes her head, lips trembling. “No,” she whispers, breath hitching.
“That’s right,” I reply, cruel and soft. “Because he doesn’t know how to take you apart like this. He’s too much of a coward.” I drive my fingers deeper, dragging a helpless sound from her throat. “But me? I’ll make you forget him. I’ll fuck every trace of him out of your head when the time is right.”
Her hips jerk, thighs quivering around my wrist, and I feel her getting closer—body pulsing, straining.
“Come for me,” I murmur. “Come with my name on your lips, not his. Show me who owns you now.”
“Arson,” she gasps, eyes closing as she falls apart, clenching tight around my fingers. “Arson—oh my god—”
I keep going, slow and deep, drawing every last tremble from her body. Her nails dig into my shoulders. Her breath stutters. And when she finally goes limp in my arms, wrecked and panting? I lean in close, mouth at her ear. “You’ll never confuse us again.”
I finally pull my fingers free—they’re wet, glistening with her arousal. Then I bring those same fingers that were just inside her to my lips and suck them deep into my mouth, my tongue swirling around the digits, stroking them.
She watches with curiosity as I savor her juices. Delicious.
“What do I taste like?” She asks softly.
“Mine,” I say low, licking the last trace from my knuckle. “You taste like mine.”
“Don’t say things like that.” She whispers, suddenly all shy when moments before my fingers were deep inside her. “What happens now? Are you going to let me help you?”
If she thinks I will give myself away after a little touching, she’s wrong.
I want more, so much more.
“I haven’t decided yet. What I can say is that I want you. That I want to fuck you, to be able to ruin you properly. Soon enough I’ll have you stripped bare, spread out, quivering—so full of my cock you forget how to speak.”
Her eyes are dark with want as she straightens her clothes. “Wh-what?”
I grab her chin, forcing her to meet my gaze. “Oh, Little Sister, you didn’t actually think this was only about helping me, did you? I have plans. And not the kind you get to walk away from. These plans will leave marks on you. Scars. Memories you’ll choke on every time you close your eyes.”
“What do you mean? I don’t understand.”
Watching her so off-balance gives me more satisfaction than I care to admit.
I step back and gesture for her to go ahead. “You will soon. We’ll pick this up another time when I can claim you the way I want to. Now move, before I make you move.”
She huffs at me as if she’s annoyed, and I give her a smirk. Like a good girl, she does as she’s told and walks back to campus the way we came. I trail her, admiring my own strength. I want her. I want her badly, but I want my brother to bear witness to what he’s given me. He had his chance, and he let it slip through his fingers.
Lilian’s mine now. I thought maybe I could use her as a pawn, but she’s more than that. She’s dangerous. Perhaps she’s my perfect partner in revenge? Sweet Lilian. She has no idea the ways I plan to make her earn her place. I’ll give her what she wants, and in return, she will help me destroy Aries at the same time.
Aries
The warehouse’s night sounds echo through my cell—distant machinery humming, pipes creaking, and worse, my brother’s footsteps above.
He returned an hour ago, his mood different.
Satisfied. Predatory.
Something’s changed.
I catch snippets when he passes near the ventilation shaft—phone conversations, movements that seem more energized than usual. Then I hear him say her name.
Lilian. The way he says it makes my blood run cold.
Pushing off the concrete floor, I pace the limited space of my cell. Six steps one way, six steps back. A choreography of captivity I’ve perfected over the past weeks. Until now, I’ve been patient. Calculating. Arson can’t hold me forever. Eventually, he’ll make a mistake or his plan will fall apart.
I can’t be selfish. I can’t risk him hurting her. Lilian.
I stop at the small window, pressing my forehead against the cool glass. My reflection shows what weeks of captivity have done—beard unkempt, eyes hollow, body leaner from Arson’s sporadic meals. A far cry from the polished Hayes heir everyone expects.