Scarlett
He’s asleep.
For the first time in forever, Kai looks peaceful — none of the sharp lines cutting through his face, none of the fury or hunger that lives in his eyes when he’s awake. Just lashes against his skin, lips parted slightly, a soft rise and fall of his chest.
And I can’t stop staring.
Every inch of him burns into me — the faint stubble shadowing his jaw, the way his hair has fallen across his forehead, the curve of his mouth that I’ve felt against my skin. My brother. My stepbrother. My sin.
Oh God.
My chest tightens, panic slamming into me as the memories come flooding back — his hands, his voice, the way I begged, the way I let him. My thighs ache; my body still raw and swollen from what we did. From what I wanted.
“Oh, fuck…” I whisper into the dark, clutching at the sheets like they can hold me together. “Oh, fuck, what have we done?”
The shame claws at me, deeper, louder, dragging me under until I can barely breathe. I want to run. I want to scrub my skin raw. I want to forget.
And then, without opening his eyes, his voice cuts through the dark — rough, heavy with sleep, but still that same dangerous rasp.
“Scar…” His lips barely move, but it’s enough to freeze me. “Stop watching me sleep.”
His fingers lace through mine before I can pull away, big, warm, steady — like he means to anchor me when all I want is to drift far, far away from this bed, this house, this skin I can’t crawl out of.
And God, it fits. His hand swallowed mine as if it was built for it, as if it belonged there, and as if I belonged there.
But it’s wrong.
It’s wrong.
It’s so fucking wrong.
The heat of his palm burns through me until I can’t take it, until I yank back like I’ve touched fire. My body jerks, as if scorched, and then I stumble off the bed, my chest heaving, with bile clawing up my throat.
“Kai—”
The covers shift behind me, and when he sits up, I wish he hadn’t. Sheets sliding from his waist, shadows cutting over muscle and skin, every line of him screaming temptation I can’t survive. My thighs clench hard, traitorous, pressing together like I don’t hate myself.
“Baby,” his voice is low, gravel and sin. He leans forward, elbows on his knees, eyes burning into me like he already knows I’m breaking. “Come back to bed. It’s okay.”
It’s not.
I shake my head so fast the room spins, hair sticking to my damp cheeks. “No, no, no…” My chest is collapsing, my throat tight, my heart jack hammering so loud it drowns everything else out.
But I can’t stop staring. Can’t stop spiralling. My body remembers every inch of him even while my mind is screaming to run.
And that’s the worst part —
I don’t know whose voice is mine anymore.
My chest won’t stop caving in, every breath sharp, every thought splintering. Wrong, wrong, wrong—it plays in my head like a chant, my body still aching with the memory of what he did, of what I let him do.
And then he’s there.
The mattress dips as Kai crosses the room, and before I can recoil, his fingers are in my hair, slow, steady strokes that make my throat tighten. His mouth brushes the top of my head, warm and tender.
“Baby,” he whispers, voice low, rasping, dangerous in its gentleness. “It’s okay. You’re safe.”
I shake my head hard, tears burning, the words squeezing past my lips before I can swallow them. “It’s wrong. You’re my—”
His hand slides to my jaw, firm, silencing me. His mouth is at my ear, cutting me off with a sharp breath. “Don’t say it, baby. Don’t fucking say it.”
And then he’s lifting me like I weigh nothing, my legs instinctively wrapping around his waist. His grip is iron on my thighs as he carries me back to the bed, laying me down as though I’m something fragile when we both know I’m already broken.
He hovers over me, his forehead pressing to mine, his voice a cracked whisper. “Are you sore, baby?”
Shame claws up my throat. I nod, small, pathetic, my cheeks wet with tears I can’t stop.
His thumb traces my jaw, slow, tender, his mouth brushing mine without taking. “Good,” he breathes, eyes burning into me. “Because it means you’ll never forget who put it there.”
“Do you want me to take it away, baby?” His voice is low, dangerous, the kind of whisper that coils in my stomach and steals the air from my lungs.
I can’t speak. I just stare at him, my whole body trembling, every thought splintered into shards.
“Spread your legs for me, baby.”
The command tears through me, shame and heat burning in the same breath. A whimper falls from my throat before I can stop it, and my thighs fall open, trembling as I give him what he wants.
Kai settles between them like he owns me, his shoulders broad, his eyes locked on me with something feral. Then his mouth is on me—slow, deliberate, devastating. His tongue drags up the seam of me, wet and hot, pressing exactly where I need him and then pulling away before I can break.
I cry out, my hands fisting in the sheets, my hips jerking up. “Kai—”
He holds me down, his hands iron on my thighs. “Shhh. Don’t rush me. You’ll take it how I give it.”
He eats me with a cruelty that feels like worship, every slow swirl of his tongue deliberate, every drag just shy of enough. My sobs turn to moans, my moans to broken pleas, but he doesn’t stop.
He won’t let me have it.
My body coils tight, desperate, the edge right there—and then he slows again, licking me like I’m something sweet he’ll savour forever, like breaking me is the only thing he cares about.
“Kai, please—” My voice cracks, raw and pleading, tears spilling down my temples.
He lifts his head, his mouth glistening, his eyes burning into mine. “No release, baby. Not yet. You’ll learn to live right here—on the edge. Cry for me. Beg sweeter. Louder. Make me believe you need me more than air.”
And then his mouth is on me again, slower, filthier, drawing it out until I’m nothing but a sobbing, shaking mess under his tongue.
I can’t move. He’s everywhere — his weight pressing me into the mattress, his breath hot against my throat, his hand between my thighs moving so slow it feels like torture.
Every nerve in me is lit up, burning, begging. My hips twitch, my breath breaks into sobs. I try to swallow, but he hears them, eats them, thrives on them.
“Don’t,” he whispers against my ear, his teeth grazing my skin. “Don’t chase it. I’m not letting you cum yet.”
I whimper, my nails tearing at the sheets, my legs shaking as he keeps me balanced on that impossible edge.
It’s unbearable. It’s heaven. It’s hell.
“Please—Kai—” I felt humiliated by my shredded voice. I hate the way I sound, but I can’t stop. “Please just let me—”
His fingers slow, cruel, softer, dragging circles that make my whole body convulse but never give me what I need.
“Shhh.” His mouth brushes mine, his words a breath, a curse, a vow. “You’re staying right here, baby sister. Trapped. Mine. You’ll break for me when I say so—no sooner.”
The tears spill hotly down my cheeks. My hips lift anyway, desperate, betraying me, and he pins them down harder, grinding his palm into me until I sob his name like a prayer.
And I know he’s right.
I’m trapped here.
And I’ll take whatever he gives me.
The sound that rips out of me isn’t even human — half sob, half moan, ugly and raw. My chest heaves, my throat aches, my whole body trembles under the weight of him.
I’m begging without words now, just broken gasps, tears soaking into the sheets as his hand keeps moving slow, wicked, just enough to make me burn but never enough to let me fall.
“Look at you,” he murmurs, his forehead pressing to mine, his voice shaking with dark amusement. “Wrecked. Drenched. You’d do anything for me to let you cum, wouldn’t you?”
I shake my head, I nod, I don’t even know anymore — all I know is the fire between my legs, the ache clawing at me until I’m thrashing against him, but his grip is iron, unyielding.
“Say it,” he whispers, his breath hot against my mouth. “Say you’ll do anything.”
“I—” My voice breaks, splintered. “I can’t—please, Kai—I can’t.”
His fingers still pressing harder but not moving, the pressure made me sob harder. “That’s right,” he growls, low and filthy. “You can’t. Not without me. Not ever without me.”
I collapse under him, shaking, my body screaming for a release that never comes. My tears smear across his skin, my voice gone hoarse, and still he keeps me right there, caged in the torment he’s built for me.
And I hate him.
And I need him.
And I’ll die like this before he lets me go.
I think he’s done. I think he’s going to leave me ruined like this. My chest is heaving, my face wet, my whole body shaking.
But then his fingers move again.
Slow. Deliberate. Cruel.
I choke on a sob, my hips jerking despite myself, my thighs clamping around his wrist like I can trap the sensation and force him to let me cum.
“No—don’t you dare,” he rasps against my ear, his teeth grazing the skin. “You don’t cum until I tell you. You don’t get anything unless it’s from me.”
I pleaded with my shredded, high, and broken voice, “Please—Please, Kai—”
“Beg dirtier,” he growls, pressing harder, circling my clit until I’m bucking, thrashing, my breath tearing. “Tell me how much you need my cock. Tell me you’ll cry for it.”
I sob, humiliated, wrecked. “I—I’ll cry—I’ll do anything, just please, Kai, I need you.”
He stops again. Cruel. Heartless. My scream breaks into another sob, my nails tearing into the sheets.
“Good girl,” he whispers, kissing the tears off my face. “You’re learning. You’ll beg for me until your throat bleeds.”
His fingers start again, relentless, dragging me right back to the edge. My moans are filthy now, ragged, every sound a confession I can’t take back.
And just as I’m about to snap, to fall, to finally shatter—
he stops.
Again.
Leaving me sobbing, ruined, whispering his name like a prayer I don’t even believe in anymore.
I can’t take it. I can’t take another second of this.