25. Arson
Arson
I drag Lilian closer to the window there between her and Aries, my fingers digging into her arm hard enough to bruise. The alarms continue their deafening wail, water streaming from sprinklers overhead, but all I can focus on is the way she looked at him.
The silent communication between them. The fire alarm is part of a larger problem—one I need to solve immediately.
“Arson, you’re hurting me,” she gasps, stumbling to pull herself away.
I don’t respond, and I don’t relent. My mind races with images of her eyes tracking the water down his chest, her lips parting unconsciously. The same lips that were pressed against mine hours earlier. The same body that trembled under my hands.
Does he really think he can challenge me? From inside a cell? I have no choice but to prove to him who is in charge. Lilian stares at the observation window again, water pooling around our feet. Aries stands exactly where I left him, an insufferably smug smile on his face.
Testing me. Taunting me.
Using our identical bodies as a weapon.
It’s time to show him what real pain is.
I reach for the control panel beside the window, flipping the intercom switch to ON . The red light blinks, confirming the connection is live. Every sound from this side of the glass will now be broadcasted into his cell.
Perfect.
“I think it’s time I show you what real pain is,” I call out, voice cutting through the alarm’s wail. “Give you a taste of what it was like to be trapped behind glass and forgotten. While everyone else continued to live their lives.”
“Hurting her won’t change what happened,” Aries tells me, acting as if I don’t know that.
“I’m not stupid. I know it won’t change the past, but it will fucking hurt you, and that’s all that matters to me.”
Aries’s gaze narrows, darting between me and Lilian, who stands shivering in her wet clothes—my T-shirt plastered to her curves and leaving little to the imagination.
“What are you going to do?” She cranes her neck back to look up at me. I don’t miss the hint of worry in her voice. Even if she refuses to say it, I know she’s scared. Scared of me, of what I might do to her.
“Whatever I want.” I yank her against my chest, back to front, one arm locked around her waist to keep her in place. “We made a deal, and I’m going to hold you to it.”
“Let her go! Don’t be a coward. If you want to hurt me, get in this cell.”
“I don’t think letting her go is an option anymore.” I bury my nose into her spun-gold hair and breathe her sweet scent into my lungs. So fucking intoxicating. “I think the only way you’ll ever be able to understand the pain I went through is to watch me fuck and corrupt the girl you refused to take, all because you were too worried about what others might say.” My free hand slides up her throat, tilting her face toward the glass so Aries can see every expression that crosses it.
Water droplets from the sprinklers run down her cheeks like tears, and while there is a flicker of worry in her gaze, defiance bleeds through it. Through the glass, I watch my brother’s casual pose grow tense, his hands curling into fists at his sides. Good. I want him fully present for what comes next. Want him to witness every moment of her surrender to me. I want him to feel hopeless, defeated.
“Arson, don’t do this.” His voice trembles slightly.
“No turning back now. You wanted her attention, right?” I call to him, lips against Lilian’s ear while I keep my eyes locked on his. “And here she is. You can blame yourself for everything that happens next.”
Powerless rage. Impotent fury. That’s how he looks, a mirror image of what I felt for ten years in that institution. Only this time, I’m the free one, and he’s experiencing the same hopelessness I endured.
My lips brush Lilian’s ear, voice pitched perfectly to carry through the intercom.
“I’m going to take you right here,” I whisper, watching Aries through the glass. “And he’s going to bear witness to it. Every thrust. Every moan I pull from those pretty lips. He’s going to watch you succumb to his villainous twin brother.”
Her body stiffens, an involuntary shiver rippling down her spine. She’s afraid, yes, but there’s something else there too—arousal. She’s turned on by the danger, the taboo, the darkness that connects the three of us.
“Please,” she whispers, “not like this.”
I laugh softly, letting my hand slide down to cup her breast through the wet shirt. “No? You didn’t seem to mind my hands on you last night. The way you begged when I punished you. If I recall, you passed out after I finger fucked you so hard you saw stars, didn’t you?”
Aries slams his palm against the glass, the sound competing with the alarms that are still blaring. His face contorts with fury as I slowly, deliberately roll Lilian’s nipple between my fingers, making her gasp. Even while I’m using her body for revenge, there’s no way to stop myself from giving her pleasure.
“Did she tell you, Brother?” I yell while maintaining eye contact with him. “It’s actually quite poetic. How she offered herself to me in exchange for your freedom. Bargained with me, said she would give me her virginity in return.”
Lilian squirms in my arms, trying her best to turn her face away, but I’m stronger, and it takes little effort to hold her in place, forcing her to see the look on Aries’s face. “Such a noble sacrifice,” I mock, letting my hand travel lower, fingers splaying across her stomach.
“Stop it,” she pleads, struggling in my grasp.
Aries pounds his fist against the glass again, mouth forming words I can’t hear over the alarms but can easily interpret from his expression.
Threats. Promises of violence.
This is exactly what I want from him—raw, uncontrolled emotion.
“No need to worry,” I continue, my hand dipping lower and finding the hem of the oversized shirt. “I won’t hurt her, not any more than I have to when I shove my cock deep inside her virgin pussy, claiming her all for myself. I might even let you see what her virgin blood looks like smeared on my cock.”
Lilian makes a sound of protest that turns into a gasp as my fingers slip beneath the shirt, finding the damp heat between her thighs. I stroke her slowly, deliberately, making sure Aries can see the movement of my hand beneath the fabric.
A slow and painful death. This is how I get to him. This is how I make him understand what it felt like to spend ten years in that cell.
“So wet already,” I murmur, loud enough for the intercom to catch. “Is it for him or me, I wonder? The brother you’ve wanted for years, or the one who isn’t afraid to take what he wants?”
Her head falls back against my shoulder as my fingers circle her clit, her body betraying her despite her shame. Aries watches, knuckles white where he grips the edge of the observation window.
“Should I tell him how good you feel?” I ask, slipping one finger inside her. “So tight and warm. So fucking perfect.” I pump in and out of her slowly. “What about how you sound when you come? Or maybe I should just show him?”
Aries slams both fists against the glass, the impact so violent I’m surprised it doesn’t crack. The sound echoes even over the alarms, a physical manifestation of his fury. His mouth forms my name—a curse, a threat, a promise of vengeance. His composure is completely shattered, that smug control replaced with an animal impotence trapped in a cage.
Perfect. I flick a switch on the panel and pump in some of the quelling drugs I keep in the system just for this purpose. Not enough to put him out, but enough so that he doesn’t hurt himself during this little confrontation.
“Look how angry he is,” I whisper against Lilian’s neck, never taking my eyes off my brother. “Watching another man touch what he was too cowardly to claim.”
My fingers continue their steady rhythm between her legs, circling her clit before dipping back inside, feeling her clench around me despite her obvious conflict. Each stroke draws a muffled sound from her throat—part protest, part pleasure.
“Please,” she begs, but whether she’s asking me to stop or continue isn’t clear.
I withdraw my hand from beneath her shirt, bringing my fingers to my lips. Maintaining eye contact with Aries, I slowly lick her wetness from them, making sure he sees every movement. “Delicious,” I announce. “And so fucking sweet. I wonder if he’s imagined what you taste like, too?”
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.
I shake my head at her. “No begging, not yet. That comes later.”
“Arson, please. Listen to me.”
Through the glass, Aries looks like he might shatter from sheer fury. His fists clench and unclench at his sides, jaw working as if he’s physically chewing back words. I’ve waited forever to see him like this. The drugs pumping into the cell are working, slowing his reactions, but his eyes remain clear and murderous.
“I’m listening. You told me you wanted to save him. That you would do anything I wanted, remember that?” I press against Lilian from behind, my erection sliding over the cleft of her ass.
“I didn’t think you’d really do it…” she whispers.
I wrap my arms around her and take her breasts into my hands. Her body involuntarily arches into my touch. “So fucking responsive,” I say, looking directly into Aries’s eyes.
After a moment, I pinch her hardened nipples before rolling them between my forefinger and thumb.
“Arson…” She says my name in a gasp and I’m not sure if she’s asking me to stop or to keep going. It doesn’t really matter. This is what she wanted, what she offered me, and now I’m collecting.
“Shhh, I’ve got you. This is the offer you made me. One I can no longer refuse. It’s time for me to claim my prize.”
I maneuver Lilian toward the observation window, positioning her directly in front of where Aries stands. The sprinklers have finally begun to taper off, the water reducing to a light spray that beads on her naked skin like diamonds.
“See how perfectly she fits against me? Against us, I should say. Since we share the same body, don’t we, brother?”
The murderous rage in his eyes should be enough satisfaction but I didn’t come this far to throw in the towel.
“Hands on the glass,” I order, pressing my palm between her shoulder blades until she complies. Slowly she places her palms flat against the window, fingers splayed, body trembling. The position forces her to bend slightly, presenting her ass to me as she faces Aries.
Perfect symmetry—her hands pressed to the glass as if reaching for him, her body positioned to receive me. Through the window, I watch Aries mirror her stance unconsciously, his hands aligning with hers, only the barrier separating their touch.
The gesture of intimacy makes my blood boil. He doesn’t get to offer her comfort; to feel guilt for the position he’s put her in. All he gets is pain, and anger, knowing he could’ve had her, taken this piece of her but that he didn’t.
“Look at him while I touch you,” I command, running my hands down her sides before taking hold of her hips. “Let him see exactly what he’s missing.”
Desire pumps in my blood, making it difficult for me to take things slow, to be gentle. I dig my fingers into her flesh in an effort to ground myself but it doesn’t help. It makes me hunger for her more. The image of my cock sliding along the cleft of her ass makes me pause.
Beauty and perfection. A blank canvas that I intend to turn into a fucking masterpiece. Slowly I dip between her legs, thrusting my cock between her thighs, her sticky heat coats my length making each thrust a little smoother.
“Please,” she whimpers, though whether she’s begging me or Aries isn’t clear.
I reach around and cup one of her perky breasts, feeling its weight in my hand before I stroke her pebbled nipple with my thumb. Arching her back against me, she begs for me to continue, unwilling pleasure evident in every trembling muscle.
“Fuck, Lilian. You’re so responsive.” I taunt her. The way she responds to my touch makes me want to explode right this second.
“Arson.” This time when she says my name it’s in a cry of pleasure that brings a smile to my face.
“I know what you need. I know you can feel it building.” Trailing down her body, over her soft stomach, I dip between her thighs, to find her tiny clit. Grazing the sensitive bud I acclimate myself to her body's reaction, moving my finger in faster circles as her breath catches and her body tenses. “You were made for me. Made to be mine.” I whisper into the shell of her ear. I can feel Aries' piercing gaze on us, feel his anger radiating through the window separating us. Lilian moans, pleasure filling her delicate features.
“I think Aries is feeling a little left out. Why don’t you tell him what my touch feels like? How wet your pussy is for me?”
She gives her head a shake, but her body betrays her as I move my finger faster, her pussy making wet sounds. Absolutely soaked. Desperate for more friction, for anything to send her over the hips she bucks her hips involuntarily.
“No words needed,” I tell Aries through the intercom. “Not when she’s putting on the show she is. Look how she responds to my touch. How she pushes back against me. Seeking more. Wanting what you could never give her, what you chose to ignore.”
In an effort to demonstrate just how gone she is for me, I slide my fingers lower, pushing two digits inside her without warning. She cries out, walls clenching around the intrusion, her forehead falling forward to rest against the glass.
“So tight,” I announce, watching Aries over her shoulder. “Virgin tight, but not for long.”
Curling my fingers inside of her I find that spot that makes her gasp. “Are you going to come for me? Come on my fingers while my brother watches, knowing there isn’t anything he can do?” Even as she struggles in my grasp, trying to escape the pleasure that’s building there, trying to escape how wrong this feels I know she’s going to shatter. “Come on sweet girl, come for me. I know you want to.”
With a cry of surrender she explodes, her pussy spasms, her channel clenching down on my fingers well her entire body goes rigid, pleasure overtaking her despite her obvious conflict.
Aries slams his hand against the glass directly opposite where Lilian’s face is pressed against it. Of course he would interrupt this amazing moment. Their eyes meet, and the connection is undeniable even through the barrier.
Something passes between them—apology, desire, shared desperation.
The sight of them makes something ugly and sinister fill my stomach. I want to destroy him, to sever his connection with her forever. Her wet cunt barely lets me go as I pull my fingers out of her. It’s time. She’s ready for my cock.
“Beg for it,” I whisper into the shell of her ear, loud enough for the intercom to catch. “Beg me to take you while he watches.”
“Please, Arson. Please don’t make me do this,” Lilian’s reply is a whisper, the words barely audible over the dying alarm. But the intercom catches just enough and when her voice carries over into Aries cell all hell breaks loose.
His expression transforms into something beyond rage—a devastation so complete it’s almost beautiful. All I can do is smile.
How’s it feel, Brother?
It's not enough though. The beast will not be satisfied until retribution has been repaid.
“Do it, or the deal is off,” I nip at her shoulder.
Her entire body freezes, and for half a moment, I think maybe she’s going to give up, that she’s going to say no, and then I’ll have to consider the alternative, but thankfully she speaks.
“Please…” She finally says, her voice cracking.
“Please, what?” I demand, positioning myself at her entrance, the head of my cock parting her slick folds. “Say it clearly. I want him to hear exactly what you’re begging for.”
She pressed her forehead harder against the glass, eyes locked with Aries’s. “Please...” She hesitates, but continues, “Please fuck me.”
The words send fire through my veins. I grip her hips harder, holding her steady as I thrust forward, breaching her tight entrance just slightly. The sensation is exquisite—hot, slick resistance giving way to my invasion.
“Look at him,” I command, easing in another inch. “Don’t close your eyes. Let him see what it does to you.”
She obeys, keeping her gaze fixed on Aries as I thrust in a little deeper. Her body stretches to accommodate me, virgin tightness yielding to my insistent pressure. A small whimper escapes her lips when I push past her barrier, the resistance giving way with a sudden rush of wetness. I swear to God, I see stars.
Nothing, and no one, has ever felt this good.
I can briefly make out Aries pounding his fist against the glass one last time before turning away, unable to watch be deflower what was supposed to be his well still trapped within hearing range of every sound she makes.
“That’s it,” I murmur, sliding deeper until I’m halfway inside her. “Damn Lilian. You take my cock so well, so fucking perfectly.”
Her lithe body trembles around my length, adjusting to the invasion. I hold still, savoring the moment, the tight heat of her, the power of claiming her while my brother is forced to listen, to fucking watch.
“Just a little more,” I groan, loud enough for the intercom to carry.
“Arson. It hurts.” Her voice quivers, with pain and as much as I want to hurt my brother I still want this moment to be enjoyable for her.
Stroking her back gently I whisper reassuringly into her ear. “Shhh, it’s going to be okay. You’re doing such a good job. Only a little bit more to go.”
I snake a hand around the front and find her clit, gently circling the sensitive bud. After a few seconds a soft moan escapes her, and her pussy seems to relax a little more allowing me to sink a little deeper inside her welcoming heat.
“That’s it. Relax for me.”
The sensation is overwhelming—her silken walls grip me, her body responds despite her conflicted mind. I watch my thick cock disappear inside of her, mesmerized by the sight of her taking me, by the power of the moment. Her virgin blood coats my length and I catch a little glimpse of it with every stroke I give her.
I’m so captivated by the visual and physical pleasure that I miss the warning signs. The sudden silence as the alarms finally cut off completely. The electrical systems reset with soft beeps that echo throughout the facility. The security door at the far end of the corridor sliding open when it should remain locked. Nothing else matters when I’m buried in the exquisite heat of Lilian’s body, watching her face reflected in the glass, listening to her broken moans as I circle her clit in time with my shallow thrusts.
I’m so focused on the twin pleasures of her body and Aries’s torment that I fail to maintain vigilance. It’s the ultimate mistake for a man who’s survived on hypervigilance for years. A mistake I’ll pay for. Something moves in my peripheral vision—too fast, too determined to be a trick of the light.
By the time I register the threat, it’s already too late.