Total pages in book: 49
Estimated words: 45194 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 226(@200wpm)___ 181(@250wpm)___ 151(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 45194 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 226(@200wpm)___ 181(@250wpm)___ 151(@300wpm)
Honor's legs tremble, and her back arches as Kylian works her hard. Her hand lands on my thigh, squeezing as she fights against the mounting pressure. Then her nails sink into me, and she cries out.
Kylian crushes his lips against her, swallowing her moans. He ravishes her mouth as he milks every last ounce of pleasure out of her. When he finally lets her go, she slumps against me, completely spent.
"Pretend all you like that you hate this, but I know better. You can't hide what gets you off, pretty girl. You want to play the innocent, but really, you want to be our willing victim, don't you?"
Honor blinks, still overwhelmed by the power of her release. Kylian sounds seriously fucked up right now, but he's not wrong about Honor's responses. The crueler and more controlling he is, the more she seems to love it. She's innocent on the outside but just as twisted as us on the inside.
"Do we have a deal?" he demands.
Lyle and I hold our breath as the question hangs in the air. Then a soft voice says a word I'm not expecting at all.
"Yes."
* * *
"Shit," Lyle mutters when Club Scarlet is well behind us. Kylian's driving, and I'm riding shotgun. My younger brother is in the back alone, after failing to get Honor to accept a lift back to her hotel. Funny how she's agreed to be our plaything for an entire week but doesn't trust us to drive her a few blocks. "I can't believe that was Honor."
"I can't believe we fucked her. All of us." I can't get the thought out of my head. I keep replaying every second that I touched her pale beauty, and it's all different now that I know who she is. I took our stepsister's virginity. I was her first. As much as I know it was pleasurable for her, the lingering feeling that it wasn't anything like the experience I would have wanted for her weighs heavy in my chest.
"What's done is done," Kylian growls, but this can't sit well with him either. Honor has always invoked strong feelings in us, and this turn of events takes that to a new level. How can something so wrong feel so good? I can't get it straight in my head.
"But it's not done. We've got a whole week ahead of us." My cock stirs at the thought while my mind keeps telling me how damn wrong it is. Not that I'm a prude. I've done kinky things with past girlfriends and acquaintances, but Kylian isn't known for moderation. If Honor is supposed to pretend to be a victim, how will we know if we take things too far?
Lyle's thoughts are on a different track. "I wonder why she picked the name sparrow."
"Remember when you used to feed the birds," I say, the memory suddenly surfacing. "In the garden that Victoria planted out back." Kylian's shoulders hunch. We don't speak of Honor's mother often.
"Oh yeah. I forgot about that." Lyle's voice softens. "There was this one robin that would practically eat out of Honor's hand. She used to stand so still, and after it flew away, she'd laugh like it was the best thing that ever happened to her."
Silence falls as we drive north. Our destination weighs on all of us. Montgomery House. The mansion that has been in our mother's family for generations. The place where Honor lived with us.
The place where our father awaits us.
Kylian's steady behind the wheel, but I can feel his mood darken. Lyle's too. We should be coming up with a plan for how the hell Honor and the three of us are going to get through this week without anyone getting hurt. If it was up to me, I'd give her the money and let her walk away. I'd push down the strange desire that she's awakened in me and bury all the memories because I know that's what's best for her.
It's not an option, though. Not with Kylian so firm about getting what he's paid for.
I know my brother, though. This isn't just about getting value for money. There's more to it for him, although he'd never admit it.
And Lyle too. He adored Honor and seeing her again must have brought all that back for him. Could he walk away now? Probably not.
As always, we won't talk about it. We're good at burying our feelings and pretending they don't exist.
And, as always, the thought of seeing Dad brings out the worst version of ourselves.
There's no way I'm going to let that affect Honor. She's already been betrayed by my father enough for one lifetime. I won't let that darkness ever touch her—even if that means paying her the money, putting her on a plane, and never laying eyes on her again when the week is over.