Shattering Anna

Anastasia

My first kiss…

Taken. Just like that. Taken by my stepbrother.

As his lips slammed against mine, my world ground to a halt. My eyes squeezed shut, my hands shooting up to shove at his chest—but he was quicker. He caught my wrists, pinned them above my head. His tongue forced past my lips, sliding into my mouth, taking, dominating, leaving no room for anything but him.

He tasted like smoke—and something sweeter.

And for a moment, just a moment, my traitorous body almost stopped fighting, almost gave in to the softness of his lips.

Soft.

Too soft for a man who had made it his mission to kill me.

I struggled against his grip, but his hands were steel. Unyielding.

So I thrashed beneath him, desperate to break free.

As if I were nothing more than an inconvenience, he shifted both my wrists into one hand, holding them easily, while the other slid down—cupping my breast over the thin fabric of my dress.

A gasp tore into his mouth. His lips curved into a smirk against mine before he pulled back just enough to murmur, “You like that, step-sis?”

“No, I don’t—”

Another gasp ripped from me as he squeezed harder.

“You do,” he whispered, leaning in close. In the dim room, moonlight spilling over his features, he looked even more lethal. “Your body says you do.”

“Please—”

The bed dipped.

A hand slid beneath me, yanking me upright onto my knees.

Fingers wrapped around my throat—Alexander’s—tilting my face up as his lips found my jaw. A kiss. Then teeth.

“Please, let me—”

A sharp slap cracked against my ass. Pain bloomed, hot and stinging, tears springing to my eyes.

“Stop fucking talking,” he murmured, his mouth dropping to my neck. “Make yourself useful.”

I kept fighting—kept pushing, clawing—despite them overpowering me in every way.

Then Lorenzo stepped in again.

While Alexander worked at my neck with lips and teeth, Lorenzo moved to the other side—the one he’d already marked. He dragged his tongue over the cut, slow, deliberate.

I gasped, the sting twisting into something worse. “I beg you,” I cried. “Let me go.”

“What’s this nonsense about letting you go, Anna?” Alexander’s voice was low, almost amused, as his hand slid from my spine to the back of my neck—his claws extending.

I went still.

Leonardo’s hands gripped my hips as he pressed himself against me—his claws out too.

“The only time we let you go…” Leonardo paused, voice almost thoughtful, “is when we kill you.”

My heart dropped straight into my stomach.

“Alpha Axel…” I whispered, trembling. “Alpha Enzo…” My gaze flicked between them. “I promise I’ll go away. I swear you’ll never have to see me again. Just let me go. I didn’t do anything.”

Lorenzo only stared at me—those dark eyes empty, hollow.

Alexander’s claws brushed over my skin, pressing just enough to leave marks without breaking it.

“Go away?” he echoed with a soft chuckle. “You think there’s anywhere in this world far enough to escape us? To escape the fate we’ve chosen for you?”

He dragged the sleeve of my nightdress down, exposing my shoulder—then bit.

“Aah—!” I screamed, flinching, but Lorenzo caught my jaw, forcing me to face him, tears burning in my eyes.

“We’ll do exactly what your father did to my mother,” he whispered. “Use you until we’re done. And when we are…” His lips brushed my ear. “We’ll hang you ourselves. And even if you beg for death before that—”

“You won’t get it,” Alexander finished.

Before I could react, he turned me toward him and crushed his lips to mine again—rough, claiming.

A growl rumbled through him as he deepened the kiss. His hands settled on my hips as he dropped back onto the bed, dragging me with him—forcing me onto his lap, my knees on either side.

I pushed at him, fought, clawed—but he bit down on my lower lip.

Blood filled my mouth.

I knew he tasted it too.

Then I felt Lorenzo’s fingers at the zipper of my dress.

Slowly—deliberately—he pulled it down.

Panic exploded through me.

No…

They were going to—

I shoved at Alexander with everything I had, trying to scramble off the bed—but he yanked me back, his hand snapping around my throat, squeezing.

“You’re not going anywhere,” he said, almost casually.

Then he grabbed the front of my dress—and tore it open in one sharp motion.

I gasped, my hands flying to cover myself—but Lorenzo caught my wrists, holding them easily as he leaned close to my ear.

“Don’t deprive your brothers of the view, Anna,” he mocked.

Alexander’s gaze dragged over me—chest, stomach—darkening with something that made my skin crawl.

Goosebumps rose—not from cold, but fear.

Tears slipped down my face, hot with humiliation.

“Please… don’t do this…” I begged, my voice breaking. “Please…”

“You’re wasting your breath, little dove,” Alexander whispered, his voice lethal, “No one’s stopping themselves after seeing this.”

And then his lips dropped to the swell of my breasts—kissing, biting, claiming.

Something strange twisted low in my abdomen, sudden and unwanted—and it made everything worse. Made me feel even more disgusting.

Humiliated me further for even reacting.

“I can smell it on her, brother,” Lorenzo said, his voice low, almost amused. “She’s wet.”

My entire body burned with humiliation at his words.

“Aren’t you, Princess?” he leaned closer, his breath ghosting over my ear, teeth grazing the edge.

I shook my head frantically, trying to wrench my hands free, but his grip only tightened, locking me in place. “Let me go!”

“Oh, I love hearing this thing beg,” Alexander murmured against my neck, his breath sending cold shivers racing down my spine. “Makes it so much better.”

Monsters…

They were monsters.

“Let’s not delay this any further, brother,” Lorenzo said, impatience threading through his tone. “Let’s just fuck her already.”

My blood ran cold.

I started struggling harder, panic clawing up my throat.

“No… no… no,” the words tumbled out in a rush, broken and desperate. “You can’t do this!”

“This is just the beginning, Anastasia,” Alexander said, his eyes locking onto mine—dark, filled with nothing but hatred. “Your life in hell starts today.”

And then they threw me onto the bed.

The impact knocked the breath out of me, but I still tried to crawl away, scrambling, desperate—only for Lorenzo to grab the sides of my dress and rip it off me, leaving me in nothing but my lingerie.

Exposed.

Completely exposed under their gaze.

Alex watched.

So did Enzo.

And they devoured me with their eyes…

“Antonio was hiding quite the treasure,” Lorenzo murmured, his hands sliding up my legs, slow, deliberate, until they reached my hips as he hovered over me.

“Don’t do this,” I begged, my whole body trembling as his face moved closer to mine.

But his hands moved to my bra.

I pushed at his chest, trying to shove him away, trying to create even an inch of distance—but it was useless. He overpowered me in every sense.

Every way.

Just as his fingers hooked beneath the clasp—

A knock shattered through the room.

“Alpha, there’s an emergency! Antonio’s beta has sent people to rescue Miss Anastasia!”

Lorenzo froze.

So did Alexander.