MasukRain. “Rhysand, don’t you fucking dare.” It takes every will I have not to die from embarrassment and still meet his mocking gaze. My shout seems to have no effect. He pauses then, his gaze raking over me slowly, possessively. I watch a mixture of fascination, awe, and dark desire spread across his face. His chest heaves with heavy breaths, and I can see the massive bulge straining against his pants, thick and insistent. He mutters something as he settles between my legs and with rough hands, he pushes aside the plunging neckline of my dress, exposing my breasts to the cool air. “Hey!” My nipples harden instantly, and he growls low in his throat before lowering his head. His hot mouth closes over one stiff peak, sucking hard, tongue swirling and teeth grazing just enough to send sparks straight to my core. My back arches off the seat. His free hand shoves me back down. “Stop fighting and enjoy it,” he says with my nipple inbetween his teeth. Like hell I will. I
Rain. The wedding hall is a vision of white roses and crystal chandeliers, I spare only a quick glance. After a long search, I finally find Colt alone and corner him in a small, empty lounge. Colt impatiently adjusts his tie, looking handsome and so smug in his suit. “What do you want?” I soften my stance and close the distance between us, not about to waste time with words. The desperate need to reassert my dominance over his body is greater than his impatience. I slide my hand down his chest and let my fingers brush the fabric covering his groin. My smile is knowing and innocent. “What are you doing, Rain?” Colt stiffens, but he doesn’t push me away. Good sign. My hand loosens his belt and slides into the waistband of his pants. His breath hitches, a sound of surprise and recognition that sends a brief, triumphant surge through me. “Rain…” he warns, but his eyes stray down to the plunge of my dress and linger. “Tell me you don’t feel anything as I touch yo
Rain. The harsh white light of my phone screen illuminates Emma’s face, which is a furious mask of disbelief. I balance the phone precariously on a tower of discarded shoe boxes in the corner of my bedroom. I’m currently rifling through my wardrobe, a frantic search for the perfect, irresistible weapon. “He came to your apartment?” Emma’s voice crackles across the speaker, echoing sharply in my room. “What the actual fuck, Rain? Why didn't you call the police? What did that bastard want?” I tug out a dress, wrinkle my nose at how casual it looks, before tossing it onto the growing pile on the bed. “Calm down, Em. No, I didn’t call the police. He still had the spare key—I’m changing the locks tomorrow, promise. And he… he just wanted to tell me a few things.” Emma’s eye roll is so dramatic, I can feel the earth wobble. “Oh, I bet. Like how he needed his favorite chew toy back, since Lila probably isn't as easily impressed by his bullshit? What were the ‘few things’? That
Rain. Surprise,” he says, dropping the sheer curtain and turning to me with a cruel, smug look on his face. You’re so fucked, Rain. Fucked. “Get out,” I grind out. “Oh, I’m going. Just had to see your face and just like I predicted, it’s so pathetic, Rain. You’re so desperate to get my attention that you actually fucked my brother just to get a rise out of me.” “You don’t get to talk about desperation. You lied to me for years. You’re the one getting married to a woman you swore was just your cousin. You get to move on to the next phase of your life, but I can’t move on to someone else?” “Not with him,” Colt snarls, taking a defensive step forward. “Not with him. You think I’m the worst man you’ve encountered? Then he’s poison. After all, we’re cut from the same cloth. He’s doing this just to hurt me and you turned out to be nothing but a convenient puppet.” His words sting, hitting dangerously close to home. “Go to hell, Colt,” I whisper, tears building behind my e
Rain. I’m standing in the dimly lit aisle of a sex store and I’m going crazy. I push a shopping cart overflowing with glittery bath bombs and scented candles–my stuff. While Emma pushes a small basket filled with items that hum and buzz. “I just can’t, Em! I can’t function!” I yank a stress ball shaped like a cartoon brain off a shelf and squeeze it hard. “It’s been…what, fourteen days? And every morning I wake up and realize I slept with my ex-boyfriend’s elder brother. Not just that, I had angry, vengeful, phenomenal sex with him!” “He must have made your toes curl if you describe it as that.” She turns on a vibrator shaped like a lipstick, making a comment about needing a new one. Then she turns to me. “You’ve never for once called sex with Colt phenomenal.” I nearly hurl the brain ball at her. “Stop joking around with my predicament. It’s wrong! It’s a violation of like, five different morality codes!” Emma, still completely unfazed, holds up two bottles of creamy
Rain. I’m standing in a frozen triangle of hate. Brother? The word rings in my ears like it’s the most absurd word. My head snaps between both men. How the fuck is that possible. My shock lasts for one single breath before it shatters, replaced by a scalding, white-hot rage. Shoving myself away from Rhysand’s protective frame, I plant myself right in front of Colt who glares as if trampling me wouldn’t be enough to quell his anger. “You,” I hiss, my voice and my body shaking so hard. “You have a brother? A whole living, breathing human that you somehow never mentioned? In all the time we were dating? In all the years I’ve known you?” He’s the reason I made the most stupid mistake of my life, sleeping with my ex’s elder brother. “You didn’t think you’d be privy to everything that goes on in my life because you were my girlfriend, did you?” “You bastard.” I let out an ugly laugh. The few guests around us are staring with their champagne glasses frozen halfway to th







