Page 152 of His Trick

His eyes blazed, wet with fury and humiliation.

Perfect.

“Now,” I said, the predator’s calm taking over for me again. “Touch her, and don’t you dare fucking pull away, or I’ll melt your skin together.”

I circled the cage like a predator savoring the scent of my prey’s fear. Shiloh’s eyes followed me, darting around for an escape, desperate, brimming with anger and something darker.

Need.

“Look at you,” I murmured, almost intimate, brushing my fingers along the bars. “So defiant, hot, and fucking alive. Here you are, completely exposed…at my mercy. Yet again.”

His jaw tightened. “Fuck you.”

“Oh, I love it when that mask breaks. I will give you what you want. Give me a reason to. Don’t mistake that fire, baby boy. I control it. Every flicker. Every twitch. I am in control of whether you burn.”

I crouched behind him in the shadow of the bars, letting my presence press against his back, letting him feel me there.

That closeness? It was fucking torture for him and me.

Heat and fear interlaced, making him squirm without ever touching.

“You feel that?” I whispered into the space near his ear, letting the words slither along his neck. “That’s me. Everywhere you are. Every thought you have. I’m here, always a step behind, always in control. And you…you’re going to remember it. Every second of it. You feel it. You can cry about needing light, but Baby, you crave my fucking darkness.”

Shiloh swallowed hard, the tremor in his arms betraying him. I traced my fingers along the cage’s bars closest to him, careful and deliberate, watching him flinch at every slight brush of my touch.

“Don’t fight me too hard, Sunshine. I want that fire, I want it hot and raw. But I’ll break you if you make me work for it. You know I will. You’ll beg me to touch you again, and you’ll hate yourself for wanting it. That’s the fun part. It always has been this dance of tricks between us.”

Xanthy’s eyes met his from across the cage, silent, warning him without speaking. That’s when the tension peaked, that delicious line between terror and desire. He was shaking now, both with anger and need, and I loved watching him teeter on that edge.

“Good boy,” I said softly, letting the words dribble into his mind. “So close. You can feel it. The control, the heat, the inevitability…and you’re helpless. Isn’t that right, Shiloh? You’re desperate to obey me.”

He jerked his head away, a silent scream trapped behind clenched teeth, but I could see it in his eyes, how badly he wanted to fight, and how badly he was already lost.

I stepped back, letting the silence hang heavy.

“Soon, Sunshine,” I promised him. “Soon, you’ll understand how much you crave the dark. Tangled in this mess with her…and me behind it all, laughing while you struggle and beg for forgiveness.”

The cage was breathing with them now. Every gasp, every tremor in their muscles, every shift of skin against skin had become a rhythm.

Not a scramble, but a pulse. My pulse.

The ritual was no longer about what they were doing. It was about what I was making them become.

I stayed behind them, close enough for my shadow to touch them, far enough to make them crave an actual hand. Shiloh slipped off Xanthy’s tank top, his fingers caressing her breasts, his eyes blazing as he lowered his head to lick and suck her nipples. His eyes never left mine.

“Slower,” I murmured. “Make it last. Every moan you have, every movement you make…I want to feel it.”

The two of them obeyed me without thinking. Shiloh’s jaw was tight, his eyes squeezed shut, but his hands were steady on Xanthy now. She was no longer frozen. She cried and wouldn’t look at me, but now she arched into him with small, reluctant sounds that turned into something else the longer I spoke.

“That’s it,” I said, my voice a low growl. “Show me the power. Show me the control you’re so fucking desperate for. Show me all of you, Shiloh Anderson.”

His words hitched as his groans increased, his hands fumbling to rip off his pants and hers.

Xanthy mumbled words of denial, but Shiloh bit her lips, silencing her while his fingers plunged deep in her drippingcunt. It was odd seeing my sister used as a hole to fuck by the love of my life. But the power of making Shiloh succumb to his desires was too great to deny.

I wanted him to feel her lack of love for him.

I needed him to see the redundant lull he fell into without me.