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Terror filled her stare as she looked down.

The car swerved, pulling over hard on the shoulder. Her fingers shook, fixing the buttons before she stopped and burst into tears.

Mom. I reached forward, pulling her against me. My body ached, my jaw the worst, tender as I held her.

He will kill me if he ever finds out, you know that right, Angel.She lifted my gaze, staring into my eyes.No, she said.He will kill us.

He will kill us.

Those words echoed over and over again.

He. Will. Kill. Us.

Chapter Twelve

SILAS

That bitch…thatlittle fucking bitch. I dragged my fingers through my hair, pacing my darkened bedroom. The pit of my stomach gnawed and seethed, like a goddamn beast. That’s exactly how I felt at this moment. A fucking beast.

My cock throbbed and pulsed, barely contained by the zipper of my goddamn jeans, and a vein throbbed at the side of my temple, driving me insane. I didn’t dare risk going near the bulge at the front of my trousers. I doubt I’d last a fucking second before I came.

Maybe that’s what I needed? Just something to take the edge off, and get my goddamn sister out of my head. I licked my lips and stopped pacing. I needed to get myself in control. Stunts like the one I did tonight was dangerous…for me and her and in front of my goddamn brothers and Lincoln for Christ’s sake?

What the fuck was I thinking?

I wasn’t. That’s what.

Not when it came to her.

I reached into my pocket before I knew. My breaths were heavy and thick as I swiped my thumb across the screen and bought the recording up. But I hovered over it for a second, knowing deep down I was sliding into an abyss I’d never crawl out of.

I had to stop this now. Turn her over to someone else and she can become their problem. But the moment I thought about that, about handing her over that emptiness inside howled with rage.

She knew what happened that night.

I knew that for a fact.

But she wasn’t saying.

I needed to get the truth out of her and until I did that she’d stay…right….here where I could watch her. I looked down at the cell in my hand, my thumb poised over the play button on the screen, before I pressed down and watched the recording play out.

My other hand went to the button of my jeans, one hard tug and the zipper spilled open, releasing me in a rush. A sickening, guttural sound came from the pit of my chest as I wrapped my fist around my cock. The goddamn thing trembled.

“Open your mouth.” The asshole on the screen commanded.

But in my head it was me.

Open your mouth, Angel.That fantasy bloomed. She did, parting those tight lips. Anger sparkled in her eyes. But she was unable to fight it, doing anything I said.Now suck.

My breaths raced as the heat of my fist became her mouth, swallowing the twitching head of my cock as she drew me deepinside her. I wanted more…so much more. My hips bucked forward, thrusting deep against my palm.

“Oh, fuuuccckkk.”

Warmth spurted across my fingers. I closed my eyes, those heavy breaths slowing. Still the ache was there. I opened my eyes while still seeing her. The goddamn lying bitch who dared share my last name. This wasn’t just a physical reaction, not just some need that once sated drifted away. There was something deeper at play here. Some primal hunger I couldn’t get rid of with a fucking tug of my cock.

I wanted her.

On her knees.