Chapter 31
RI
As I kiss her, my mind spins, thoughts colliding in a chaotic maelstrom almost as fierce as the one outside. Every touch of her lips against mine, every tremble of her body beneath my hands, ignites something deep in me—a fire I’ve been trying to snuff out for too long.
I’ve been obsessed since I kissed her in her family home, but this is different. Something has changed. Now, I can’t hold back anymore.
She’s mine.
She should’ve been mine from the beginning. The regret of not making a move sooner crashes over me like a tidal wave. I remember it all too clearly—the way I found her tangled up with Kel, wrapped in rumpled sheets, her skin flushed and her hair a wild mess.
I wanted to be the one there with her, not my brother.
The jealousy that surged through me then had been violent, fierce, and uncontrollable. I hated it. Hated the way my chest had tightened, hated the ache that throbbed in my gut every time I looked at her after that.
Knowing she’s fated to be with him too—with all of us— somehow makes it worse.
I let my brothers claim her first because I was too much of a coward to step up, to admit what I wanted.
I don’t want to share.
I shove those thoughts aside, the weight of my regret lingering even as I kiss her now, trying to erase all the time I’ve wasted, all the chances I didn’t take.
I have to get on board with sharing her, because I know it would destroy my brothers if I kept her for myself. And I think it would hurt Swyn too. It’s obvious she cares more for them than she does me.
She shudders beneath me, and I tighten my grip on her hair, pulling her closer, forcing myself deeper into this moment. There’s no room for hesitation anymore, no space for second-guessing. I’ve wanted her from the start, and now I’m done pretending otherwise.
I break the kiss just long enough to breathe her in, my forehead resting against hers, my chest heaving with the effort to keep myself in check. I know the storm’s still raging outside, but all I can hear is the sound of her shallow breaths, the way her heart’s pounding against me, perfectly in sync with mine.
Her body fits against mine like it’s meant to be there, and I can’t stop the thought that runs through my head: she should’ve been mine first.
“I should’ve done this so much sooner,” I growl, my voice low and rough, filled with all the pent-up frustration I’ve been carrying. I can’t help it—the confession slips out before I even realise I’m saying it.
Even in the dark, this close, I watch as her eyes widen, and the question forms on her lips, but I don’t let her speak. I crush my mouth to hers again, kissing her harder this time, with more intensity, more desperation.
I need to show her—show her that I’m not going to hold back anymore, that I’m done standing on the sidelines while she slips further out of reach.
The jealousy, the regret, all of it burns away as I lose myself in her.
But I’ll make damn sure she knows she’s mine. Even if I have to share her with them, she’ll know I’m the one who truly possesses her. Just like she does me.
As the darkness envelops us, I let the regret simmer in the background, but it no longer controls me. This moment does. The feel of her soft, wet skin under my hands, the way she responds to every touch, every kiss—it consumes me.
I’ve spent too long wanting her from a distance, watching her get closer to Kel and Sol, always keeping myself in check. Not anymore.
The lights flicker on again, the water coming back as an icy trickle before blasting out at full power, but neither of us react. For a moment, we’re standing in silence, the tension between us humming like electricity, too strong to ignore.
I pull back, my breath ragged as I look at her, my fingers still tangled in her hair, her lips swollen from my kiss.
“You’re mine, Swyn,” I rasp, my voice thick with possessiveness. “You always should’ve been.”
And as I stare down at her, all the regret I’ve carried for not claiming her sooner fades, replaced by something hotter, something fiercer. I won’t waste another damn second.
“Show me,” she whispers, her voice low and breathless, eyes locked on mine. She licks her lips, her gaze full of challenge and need. “Make me yours.”
Her words flip a switch inside me, snapping the last thread of control I had left. With a growl, I close the distance between us, pushing her back against the cool tiles, the force of my body pinning hers in place. I tangle my fingers deeper into her wet hair, tugging her head back as I claim her mouth again, rough and possessive, like I’m branding her with every kiss.
She responds just as fiercely, her hands gripping my shoulders, nails digging into my skin, pushing and pulling at me like she can’t get enough.
The lights flicker above us, casting shadows across her face before plunging us into darkness again, the storm outside roaring, but all I can focus on is the way her body feels against mine—soft, wet, and yielding.
The air between us is thick with the scent of steam, of my shower gel. The realisation that her skin is cocooned in my fragrance makes me about ready to burst.
Mavis was right about my blue balls and needing to get laid, it has been too long. But now I realise it’s because fate was waiting for Swyn to show up at my door.
She’s slick and warm as I press my hips against hers, claiming every inch of her. My lips move down her neck, biting and sucking, leaving marks that I know will linger.
Leaving a message for my brothers: I’ll share, but she belongs to me.
I slide my hand around her throat, squeezing just enough, so that she knows it too. Her pupils blow and she gasps, her hands fisting in my hair, pulling me closer, urging me on.
“Is this what you want?” I growl against her throat, my voice rough and ragged.
“Yes,” she breathes, her body arching against me. “More.”
Her demand only spurs me on. I grab her thighs, lifting her effortlessly, her legs wrapping around my waist as I press her harder against the wall.
She’s trapped between me and the cold tiles, and I can feel the heat of her, the pulse of her need matching my own right at the apex of her thighs.
There’s no hesitation in the way she moves, no fear—just raw, unfiltered desire.
I tear my mouth away from her neck and kiss her again, harder this time, my teeth grazing her lower lip as I push inside her in one rough, fluid motion.
The sound she makes is a mixture of pleasure and shock, her head falling back against the wall, her nails raking down my back, leaving trails of scorching heat in their wake.
The lights flicker again, illuminating the primal hunger in her eyes, then plunging us back into darkness as the storm surges outside. But in here, it’s just us—our bodies moving together in a rhythm that feels primal, untamed, like we’ve tapped into something raw and elemental.
Every thrust, every kiss, every bite is filled with a hunger that’s been building for too long, and it’s finally being unleashed.
I grip her hips, my fingers digging into her skin, anchoring her to me as we move together, rough and unrelenting. Her breath comes in short gasps, tremors running through her. Her body responds to every touch, every movement.
Fuck, I should have waited. Should have tasted her first. I’m behaving like a damn animal, but I can’t seem to control myself.
“You’re mine, lucky charm” I growl against her lips, my voice low and dangerous. “Say it.”
“I’m yours, Ri,” she gasps, her hands tightening around my shoulders, pulling me closer, like she’s afraid to let go.
The words send a surge of possessiveness through me, fueling the fire that’s been burning since the moment I first laid eyes on her. She’s mine, and I’m never letting her forget it.
Our bodies collide again and again, the storm outside matching the one inside us, the lights flickering wildly, casting flashes of light across the room.
Her nails break the skin of my back, her breath coming in ragged gasps as I drive her harder against the wall. The slick sound of our skin, the roughness of our movements, the way we fit together—everything is heightened, wild, like we’re giving into something deeper, something beyond words.
I bury my face in her neck, my mouth latching on and sucking at her skin as I push her over the edge, her body shuddering against mine, her cries of pleasure filling the small space as I follow her over the edge into the abyss of a pleasure I’ve never known before.
The lights flicker one last time before plunging us into darkness again, the only sounds are the ragged breaths we’re both struggling to catch.
I stay there for a moment, still inside her, both of us trembling from the intensity of it all. My hand comes up, cupping her face, forcing her to meet my gaze, even though we’re wrapped in darkness.
I kiss her again, softer this time, but no less possessive, no less intense.
“You’re mine, Swyn,” I whisper against her lips, the words a promise, a claim. “So easy to love. I’m never letting you go.”