After One Night With My Sister’s Prized Possession

The call came just as Jade was about to walk out the door. “Please,” Rob slurred on the other end, desperation thick in his voice. “I messed up. I need you.” Jade froze mid-step, the phone trembling against her cheek.Her heart thundered beneath the silk of her dress. Outside her bedroom door, the air buzzed with excitement. Her family was nearly ready. She was already running late for the most exclusive charity auction in the city—the one Scarlett had manipulated her “connected” friends into securing invitations for—was finally here. It was supposed to be Jade’s night too. A chance to be seen. To feel like she belonged. She’d even saved up for weeks to bid on something small. A gift for Rob. For their anniversary. Now her mascara stung at the edges of her eyes. “I’ll be there,” she whispered. She didn’t know then that she was walking into a trap. — The moment Jade stepped into Rob’s penthouse, the air hit her like a slap—stale whiskey, sweat, and something sour under

The night air kissed Jade’s skin as she stepped outside the glittering auction ballroom. But even the breeze couldn’t cool the fire dancing beneath her ribs. Kain Wolf. God, her mind wouldn’t shut up about him. The way he walked straight toward her like the rest of the room had vanished. The way his fingers had lingered around hers—absently, like he didn’t even realize the world was watching. And those eyes of his—dark, molten, full of something dangerous—had pinned her to her seat from the moment he sat on that stage like a sin up for sale. He looked like sin poured into a tailored suit—dark, devastating, and made to ruin someone gently. She’d melted in her chair. And no one knew. Not even him. Her phone buzzed again—cutting through the memory like a needle. She blinked. Pulled it out of her clutch. Rob. Thirty-seven missed calls. Dozens of unread messages. “Jade, please. I’m sorry. Please call me. I need to see you.” “You’re the only one I want. I made a

Before Kain kissed her, Jade still thought she was in control. One second, she was playing a game. The next, she was falling into a kiss that felt like drowning in fire. Her lashes fluttered. Her breath hitched. Her entire body betrayed her. Kain’s mouth was fire—hot, firm, possessive. His hands gripped her waist like he’d earned the right to touch her. His tongue tangled with hers, a slow burn that ignited memories of how perfectly they'd fit. This was supposed to be revenge. A performance. Just one kiss to make Rob suffer. But Kain didn’t kiss like a man playing pretend. He kissed like a storm. Like he was tearing through her—one slow, devastating heartbeat at a time. Every wall she’d built cracked under the pressure. He tasted like ruin and want. Like danger laced in silk. Like a man who didn’t ask for permission to claim. Her spine arched. Her thighs squeezed. Her hands clenched his jacket like if she let go, she’d drown in everything he made her feel. God, she

The rain lashed down like judgment. It didn’t fall—it punished. It soaked her dress to her skin, heavy like regret. Her heels squelched on the cracked sidewalk. Her hair hung in ropes down her spine. Every step carved more pain into her legs, her lungs, her soul. But Jade didn’t stop. She couldn’t. Because if she turned back now—he’d see her break. Behind her stood Kain. Silent. Still. Burning. She didn’t need to look. She felt his eyes on her—hot on her back like fire. Like he was memorizing her. The way she left. The way she crumbled. He didn’t chase her. He didn’t beg. And that shattered her more than if he had. She bit her lip until she tasted blood . You’re doing the right thing, she lied to herself. He’s just a beautiful stranger. You don’t fall for every beautiful thing you see. You’re saving him from you. She crossed the street—toward the alley. The shortcut to nowhere. Quiet. Fast. Invisible. Because girls like her? They d

Jade froze. But Kain didn’t stop. His mouth brushed the corner of hers—hot, unyielding, claiming—as if the assistant’s voice hadn’t just shattered the moment. Her heart plummeted. For a wild second, she’d thought it was Rob barging in with trouble. But no. Worse. What would the assistant think, seeing her like this? With him? Stupid. So stupid. “S-sorry to interrupt, sir,” the assistant stammered, cheeks flushed. “The Millers are asking if you’ll join them for dinner.” Kain’s jaw flexed, a muscle ticking. “I’ll be there.” Jade shoved him back. Her hands trembled. Why had she come? She knew how this would end. Same way it always did—with shame. With heartbreak. She stormed past the assistant, down the corridor, away from his scent, his heat, his everything. But her fingers brushed her lips. What did I just do? She could still feel the scorch of his mouth on hers. Worse—why did I like it? Because she’d just kissed her sister’s fiancé. No. He had kissed h