Se connecterVEX POVBrynn walks to the terrace railing, her hands resting lightly on the cool marble as she looks out over the endless blue of the Mediterranean. The morning sun glints against her skin, gilding every line of her silhouette.I move in behind her, close enough that my chest brushes her back. My arms slide around her waist, drawing her against me until I can feel her heartbeat beneath my palms.Her hair slips over one shoulder, and I lower my head, brushing my lips against the curve of her neck—right where I know she’s most sensitive.A soft shudder ripples through her. The sound that escapes me is low, unrestrained. It’s dangerous how easily she makes me lose control.She turns in my arms, her eyes already dark with want. The kiss that follows is deep, hungry—a continuation of everything we didn’t finish last night.I meet her urgency with my own, the restraint I pride myself on unraveling with every brush of her mouth. My hands slide into her hair, fingers tangling as I angle her
KADE POVI stare at the phone in my hand long before I actually press call.Her name glows on the screen—Brynn Maddock—taunting me.For three weeks, I’ve told myself to stay away. To give them space. To let her live whatever version of happiness she’s found on that island with him.But silence is its own kind of torture.I’ve replayed that last night more times than I can count—her lips still tasting like guilt when she kissed me, her eyes saying everything her mouth wouldn’t. And me walking away like it meant nothing. Like I could turn it off.It should’ve been easy. Vex is my brother in everything but blood. The lines were drawn long before she came into the picture. But every day since, it’s been harder to keep them clear.The sound of her voice when she answered—soft, careful—undoes me completely.“I just needed to hear your voice,” I said, and it’s the closest I’ll ever come to admitting how bad it’s gotten.I heard the hesitation in her breathing, the faint tremor when she lied
BRYNN POVVex’s arms tighten around me, pulling me closer against his chest.His heartbeat slows beneath my ear, steady and grounding. I can feel the rhythm of it—measured, powerful, human. His fingers glide along my bare shoulder, the touch so gentle it barely feels real.“I didn’t think I was capable of this,” he murmurs. “Not until you.”The words are soft, almost swallowed by the quiet.He finds my hand beneath the sheets and threads his fingers through mine.“We should sleep.”But neither of us moves. His body curves around me protectively, his warmth seeping into my skin.Outside, the moon spills silver light across the marble floor. The distant sound of waves becomes a slow, steady pulse beneath the silence.Vex presses his lips to my forehead—a simple gesture, yet somehow more intimate than anything that came before.“Stay with me,” he whispers. “Not just tonight. But here. For good.”His voice is rough, thick with emotion he’s never allowed himself to show.I tilt my head to
BRYNN POVVex’s control vanishes completely at my words. His hands move with sudden urgency, lifting my shirt over my head and tossing it aside. His eyes darken as they take in the sight of me. “You're perfect.” His voice is a ragged whisper as his hands explore newly exposed skin. He lifts me, my legs wrapping around his waist as he carries me to the bed. He lays me down with surprising gentleness, his body covering mine. “I'll go slow.” His lips trace a path down my throat, across my collarbone. His hands slide between my legs. I gasp under his touch. Never feeling anything like it before. Vex eyes darken at my response, his control slipping further. His movements slow, deliberate—each touch designed to draw out my pleasure. “I've never wanted to be gentle before.” His fingers trace patterns on my skin, exploring, learning. His lips follow, tasting salt and sweetness. “Tell me what feels good.” He watches my face with intense focus, cataloging every reaction. “Yo
VEX POVI remain frozen at the water’s edge long after she’s gone, her silhouette burned into my mind against the moonlit sea.When I finally make my way back to the villa, my footsteps feel heavier than they should. Each one a reminder of the line I’ve drawn—and the one I’m about to cross.Outside her door, I stop. The silence is thick, broken only by the sound of my breathing. I press my forehead against the wood, the cool surface grounding me.When I speak, my voice is barely a whisper.“I never said I didn’t want you.”A long pause.“That’s the problem.”The door creaks open an inch. Brynn’s face appears in the narrow gap, eyes searching mine.“What’s the problem, Vex?”I lift my head, meeting her gaze—raw, unguarded, stripped of everything I usually hide behind.“The problem,” I start, my voice rough, almost a growl, “is that I want you. More than I’ve ever wanted anything.”I brace a hand against the doorframe, knuckles white. The control I’m famous for is unraveling.“I promise
BRYNN POV“Tell me what you dream about,” he says quietly. “When you allow yourself to dream.”I stare into the flickering candlelight. “What would I have done if I’d never been caught? I would’ve made friends, gone dancing in some loud club, gotten drunk, eaten too much Taco Bell. Dated. Maybe settled down. Got married. Had children.”A small laugh escapes me, though it sounds hollow. “The things most people complain about are the ones I crave.”Vex watches me—not with his usual calculating gaze, but with something softer, almost uncertain.“Taco Bell,” he says so seriously that it almost makes me smile.He swirls the wine in his glass, his expression distant. “I’ve never been drunk. Not once.”The admission lingers between us.“Control is… everything in my world,” he continues. “Losing it, even for a moment…”He doesn’t finish the sentence, but he doesn’t have to.The candlelight sharpens the edges of his face, making him look younger, almost human.“And children?” he asks after a p







