7

VICTORIA — LEONARDO’S HALF-SISTER

Victoria ran her fingers slowly over the tequila bottle. Her eyes were half-lidded, and heavy with intoxication. She nearly slipped off the high stool next to the bar but caught herself just in time, giggling softly to herself like the fall would have made the pain she was feedling better.

Her personal maid—and best friend—Rayden stood nearby, arms crossed, watching her with a mixture of pity and frustration. Rayden was gay and one could easily notice it because of his makeup which was bold and dramatic. Rayden, ever the fashion lover and unapologetically flamboyant, had bonded with Clara back in high school over their mutual obsession with style, sass, and rebellion.

“Is he… back yet?” she slurred, her voice barely above a whisper as her eyes fluttered closed.

Rayden shook his head, arms folding more tightly across his chest.

“No, he is not. And I advise you go to bed. Drinking yourself into oblivion won’t fix anything.”

Victoria let out a broken laugh.

“Why not? Why the fuck not?! I was supposed to be the one carrying his baby. Me! I made everything happen. I made the witch to shut his testicles, Ray. I was the one who came up with the idea of the potion. It was supposed to be me!” Her voice trembled, her hands shaking violently with fury and heartbreak. “I went through all that stress, all that planning—and then that slut, that useless girl took my place!”

With a cry, she hurled the glass in her hand against the wall behind the bar. It shattered, sending shards scattering across the floor. Rayden didn’t even flinch. This wasn’t new. He had seen this storm before—many times.

“There wasn’t supposed to be any girl available,” Victoria growled, her breath uneven. “He was supposed to have no choice but to sleep with me. That was the plan! After all, mom brought us to marry his father—we aren’t even related by blood!” Her nails dug into her exposed thighs, the skin reddening beneath the pressure. She looked like she was on the edge of completely falling apart.

Hot tears slid down her cheeks.

“This is all that stupid messenger’s fault. I only included him to make the plan look natural. I could hVe gone to the witch myself, but Leonardo would have been suspicious. He is smart—too smart. That is one of the reasons I fucking fell in love with him,” she hissed, slamming her hand against the table.

“That bastard let her take my place,” she whimpered. “I should be carrying his baby. He should be worshipping me right now. Why does the universe hate me this much?”

Her whole body trembled with sobs.

“Ray…” she whispered, lifting her tear-streaked face toward him.

Rayden let out a sigh. For all her madness, he did care. Victoria hadn’t been with any man because of Leonardo. She saved herself for him—wished, prayed, and begged the moon goddess not to give her a mate. Her heart had been twisted around Leonardo since she was a teenager.

“I can feel him slipping through my fingers…” she choked out, more tears falling.

Rayden pouted, stepping closer and lifting her chin.

“But you’ve come too far to give up now, babe. You can’t back down. You are going to walk into his room, and you’re going to make him fuck you. After that, you will blackmail him—tell him you’d tell the entire pack he took advantage of you. So quit with the cock-and-bull story. You are better off choking on his cock than choking on your tears.”

Victoria sniffled, then gave a weak chuckle.

“I do want to choke on his cock. I saw his dick print once and—fuck, Ray—he’s huge.”

Rayden’s brows wiggled playfully.

“You know I want some of that too, right? So you better hurry before I beat you to it. Use the prompt I gave you. It will give you the upper hand.”

Victoria’s eyes lit up with a twisted sort of hope.

“Yeah… and after I do, I’ll find that slut who stole my place and beat the shit out of her. Then I will kill her—slow and painful. She will regret ever crossing Leonardo’s path.”

She wobbled off the stool, determined but drunk. Rayden stepped toward her instinctively, but she raised her hand to stop him.

“I’m going to Leonardo’s room right now,” she said with a slurred giggle.

Rayden grinned.

“Good girl. His cock better be deep in your throat. Stroke him slow first, coat him with spit, then take it all. Eyes shut, no hesitation. Ram your little slutty throat down on his size till you are gagging. Trust me—he will never push you away again.”

“Geez, Ray—you already gave me that whole tutorial,” she groaned, running her hands through her hair and chuckling to herself.

Rayden laughed and snatched up his purple plush bag from the bar.

“Just reminding you, love.”

As he turned to leave, he threw a final wink over his shoulder.

“Your mouth better be sore by the time you are done with him.”

“Gooo,” Victoria drawled with a crooked smile.

When Rayden was gone, she staggered toward Leonardo’s private corner. Her vision blurred, her legs wobbled yet she didn't stop. The hallway seemed longer than usual, but she finally reached his door.

It was locked—but of course, she had an extra key. One he didn’t know about.

She entered silently, her steps calculated. She crossed to the far corner with a small digital camera in her hand. She placed it carefully where it could capture the bed perfectly. Then, she went and climbed onto the bed

“Leonardo,” she murmured with a dreamy smile, “you’re going to be mine.”

She spread her legs, sliding her fingers beneath her soaked panties. She began to stroke her clit, moaning softly as she imagined Leonardo’s tongue replacing her touch. Her fingers dipped inside her, pumping slowly as she whispered his name over and over. Her moans grew louder, more desperate.

His scent hit her suddenly—strong, familiar, and intoxicating. She gasped and moved faster, pushing two fingers inside her while rubbing her bud with the other. Just then, the door creaked open.

Leonardo stepped inside.

His brows furrowed immediately—he was sure he had locked that door. But what he saw made his mind blank. For a moment, he couldn’t breathe.

There she was—Victoria. On his bed. Legs spread. Fingers deep inside herself. Moaning his name.

“You want me, right?” she purred breathlessly. “Come and fuck me, daddy. My pussy is dripping for you.”

Leonardo froze in the doorway, eyes wide, jaw tight. The scent of her arousal overwhelmed the room. His eyes trailed down her body—her soaked panties tossed aside, her shirt pushed up to reveal her breasts, nipples hard and exposed.

He swallowed hard. His pupils dilated with a strong emotion.

“What the fuck?” he growled, his throat rumbling.