Chapter 4

“Spread your legs for me, Olivia,” Xavier ordered.

My breath caught in my throat. My heart pounded violently in my chest. I didn’t know how to react to Xavier’s command. I was stunned. Embarrassed. Unable to say a single word. I couldn’t even bring myself to resist.

My eyes locked onto his cold face. That indifferent expression of his apparently hid a filthy plan—one that would completely shatter my dignity.

My gaze drifted down his athletic body before dropping to the floor, to my bare feet. The cold crept across my skin, almost making me shiver. I still wondered what Xavier’s real purpose was in doing this to me. Was it just to humiliate me, or was there something else he couldn’t say out loud?

I was curious.

I glanced at Xavier, who was still waiting. His blue eyes had darkened, clouded with the same desire that burned inside me. I lowered my head, holding my breath, hoping the earth might kindly open up and swallow me alive.

“Do what I told you, Olivia. If you really don’t want that video reaching Dent.”

Unable to fight back, I gave in. I sat down on the chair and slowly spread my legs apart, hesitantly. I had never imagined I would do something this indecent in front of my own brother-in-law. Opening myself for him, showing the part of me that should belong only to my husband—yet here I was displaying it in front of Dent’s younger brother.

What was even more ridiculous was that I felt aroused.

“This is really unethical, Xav!” I protested.

“You said my name earlier. You imagined me touching you. Was that ethical?” he shot back.

Anger burned in my chest. Not just toward Xavier, but toward myself—pathetic and humiliating. I tried to speak, but only a broken whisper came out.

“I—I…”

I didn’t even know what explanation could save me from this nightmare.

“Touch yourself. Or do you want me to do it?”

I shook my head quickly. “Don’t. I’ll do it.”

Feeling humiliated and uncertain, I reached down and touched myself.

Damn it.

I was wet.

This reaction was the last thing I expected. My body was betraying me.

Biting my lip, my finger began circling the swollen bud that craved the touch. My body heated up, writhing helplessly.

“Put one finger inside,” Xavier commanded.

His voice was quiet, almost a whisper—but impossible to disobey.

My mouth nearly let out a loud moan as my finger slowly slid inside. So certain. Without even a hint of hesitation. I whimpered as the sensation burned through me more intensely than before.

“You look like you’re enjoying it,” Xavier mocked from across the table.

“No,” I denied, but the moan that escaped me proved otherwise.

My eyes flicked toward the bulge in Xavier’s pants. I found myself wondering about what was hidden beneath that cursed fabric.

Was it as powerful as the rest of his body?

Your thoughts are filthy, Olivia.

The chair creaked.

I looked at Xavier again. He had crossed his legs now. He looked restless. His cheeks were faintly flushed under the light.

Cute. And at the same time, like a predator ready to pounce at any moment.

A soft groan slipped from my lips. Embarrassed by his gaze, I shut my eyes, pretending he wasn’t sitting right in front of me. Pretending he hadn’t trapped me with that video.

“Open your eyes and look at me,” he ordered firmly.

Obediently, I opened them halfway.

Damn it.

Being stared at like that by Xavier only made me want to reach the peak even more. I bit my lip hard, holding back another moan.

“Are you that frustrated?”

Instead of answering his mockery, another moan escaped me.

“Is that why you imagined me instead of your own husband?” he pressed. “My brother?”

That last word emphasized the relationship between us—the one that should never have held even the slightest spark of desire.

My finger stopped moving.

I looked straight into his eyes, gleaming like a predator’s. He had a way of killing my desire instantly… and just as easily bringing it back to life.

My breathing grew uneven.

Caught between anger and desire.

“I don’t know why I imagined you!”

“Oh really?” he said. “Is it because you were shocked when you saw me like this earlier?”

His gaze lowered to my fingers, glistening under the light.

“I don’t know, Xavier! Please don’t—”

“…ruin your pleasure? Is that what you mean?” he cut in mockingly.

Even though it sounded like an insult, it only drove me crazier.

The pressure inside me built rapidly, rushing toward the peak I had been craving. The finger that had stopped began moving again.

Faster.

More desperate for release.

“Xavier…” I murmured.

A faint smile curved his lips, as if pleased to hear his name leaving my mouth again just seconds before I reached my climax.

Just a little more.

I could feel the wave coming.

Closer.

Closer.

My head tilted back. My eyes widened.

This was what I wanted. This feeling—this was what I had longed for from Dent. My legs trembled and—

“What are you two doing in the kitchen, huh? Still not asleep?” Dent’s voice came from the hallway. He yawned, rubbing his red eyes.

Like a fire suddenly doused with water, the heat in my body vanished instantly.

I froze.

Dent’s voice struck me harder than any slap.

Shame.

Fear.

Anger.

Everything piled together until I felt like I might explode. I clenched my fists, trying to calm myself. Forcing my weak body upright, I held onto the edge of the table.

“We were just talking for a bit,” I lied.

Dent walked closer and hugged me from behind. His lips briefly brushed against my neck.

“Talking about what, hmm?”

“Xavier…” I glanced at him, silently asking for help because I had no idea what to say. My brain had completely stopped working.

“I was telling her about a woman I like,” Xavier lied smoothly.

Dent shouted excitedly. “Really? Why didn’t you tell me? I want to hear what kind of woman you like too, Xav!”

Xavier glanced at me briefly before turning away with an annoyed expression.

“Another time, Dent. I’m sleepy. Good night.”

Dent pouted. “He won’t even tell me.”

I scratched the back of my neck. “Maybe he’s embarrassed. You teased him at dinner earlier.”

I smoothed Dent’s hair and turned to face him.

“It’s already late. We should go to bed.”

“You’ll tell me about the woman Xavier likes, right?” Dent coaxed while suddenly lifting me into his arms.

He grinned widely.

“Yes, but put me down first,” I said awkwardly.

“Not happening,” Dent whispered mischievously before carrying me into the bedroom.

Once the door closed, Dent kissed me and began touching me again. But I stopped him.

“I’m sorry, Dent. I’m tired.”

I lied. It wasn’t exhaustion that made me refuse him. It was the guilt that came together with the lingering sensation that still hadn’t faded.

It was humiliating.

Disgusting.

Dent pulled away slightly. For a moment he looked confused—it wasn’t like me to refuse him.

He gently touched my shoulder and lowered himself to my level. “I won’t force you if you’re tired.”

Without another word, Dent simply hugged me from behind. He kissed my cheek softly.

“It’s okay. I understand, sweetheart. Go to sleep.”

I walked to the bed and lay down with my back facing him, pulling the blanket over my body.

I curled up.

Dent wrapped his arms around me from behind.

“I love you so much, Olivia.”

Guilt surged inside my chest. I cried silently.

Dent… the woman you love is truly disgusting. Do I even deserve your love? When my mind right now is no longer filled with you—but with someone else.

Your own brother.

Xavier.