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HARPER

“How are you feeling?”

I raise my head to steal a quick glance at Sin, feeling my body tense up and my hands instinctively covering myself, trying to hide from his gaze while my teeth clench together from the cold.

“Tsk.” He shoves my hands away. “Never hide your body from me. Do you understand?”

I try to hide my nerves by swallowing the lump in my throat, but his intense gaze causes me to quickly retract my hands as he switches on the shower.

“Better. Let’s ask again. How are you feeling?”

How am I feeling? That’s a fucking good question.

“I...” My words catch in my throat, unsure of how to express the overwhelming emotions that consume me.

What am I supposed to answer? That I’m feeling great? My brother took my virginity while the other one took my mouth.

Shit. I do feel great.

I’m supposed to be disgusted. So why do I want him?

Want… them ?

“Stop it.” His voice is so hard that my head immediately drops down. “We’re not doing that, Zayka? 1 . There’s no need to feel ashamed about something that isn’t worthy of it.”

He carefully guides me under the cascading hot water, and I instantly feel my body surrender to the soothing warmth.

“But I should be, though.”

“No, you shouldn’t.”

“What are you doing?” I watch as he enters the shower, his body moulding against mine.

I feel a groan slip past my lips as he massages the shampoo into my scalp after pouring it over my head. “Taking care of you,” he brushes me off. “Here is what’s going to happen. You’re going to trust us with every decision. You’re going to trust us to take care of you and protect you from anyone that would want to hurt you.”

“That sounds quite sweet coming from you,” I scoff, my lips pressed tightly together as I fight to suppress another groan.

As he rinses my hair, he suddenly pivots me around so that I’m facing him, catching me off guard.

“Do you think I’m sweet?” he smirks. No, I don’t think he’s sweet. “Because that would be the first time people use this word to describe me.”

“I…” He doesn’t touch me, but I feel him everywhere.

“Who am I?”

His question confuses me, and he sees it on my face.

“I think it’s a simple question, Zayka. Who am I?”

“My brother?” I answer-ask, confused by his question.

A deep, unsettling chuckle escapes his lips.

“Let me rephrase, then. Who am I, pet ?”

My body reacts instinctively to the deep sound of his voice.

My vision is blurred by the falling water, and I strain to maintain eye contact with him, resisting the urge to let my head drop.

“My…” Damn. Am I truly going to vocalise it? Acknowledging it will just make it… real.

“Your what?” he urges, his touch lingering on my shoulder, igniting a longing for his hand to explore where I crave him most.

“My…” I clear my throat. “My Master.”

“Correct,” he hums. “I know what you’re craving. You may have said it through a screen without knowing it was me, but I know you, and I’ll make sure to give you what you want.”

“A-Are you going to touch me?”

He shakes his head. “If only you knew the things I want to do to you.”

“Like what?” The words slip out of my mouth before I can stop them.

While he smirks at me, my eyes are fixated on the glistening droplet of water sliding down his body.

“Are you going to trust us with your body?”

Am I?

We’ve never gotten along, but the Sinkler I know in person and the one I’ve interacted with through a screen seem like completely different people.

Thoughts swirl in my mind, but then a sudden realisation dawns on me.

It’s Christmas in two days… which means…

“Am I your prey?” That would explain everything.

The Blackthorn preys are not like any ordinary girls.

They’re owned.

Any feminist would find it insulting to be treated in such a way, but in the Bratva, it’s regarded as the ultimate form of flattery for a woman.

The Blackthorn Boys are infamous for their cruelty, and they would stop at nothing to remove anyone who stands in the way of their prey.

His eyes meet mine, and I can’t help but notice that all-too-familiar smirk playing on his lips once more.

“What do you think?”

“Saint and you? But I thought only one individual could choose a prey.” And sharing. They’re not allowed to share.

“Baby sis, you should know better by now. The rules don’t apply to us.”

I open my mouth to speak but quickly shut it, the words catching in my throat.

“I’m going to ask you again. Are you going to trust us with your body?”

Do I trust them?

His emerald eyes reveal a storm of emotions brewing within.

I need to know what he is expecting from me.

“Trust how?”

“Are you going to let us use your body as we please? Are you going to let us fuck you awake or asleep? Are you going to let us take you with force?” My body tingles at his words.

I know one of them came into my bedroom the other night while I was sleeping. I thought I was dreaming, but now I know I wasn’t. Reflecting on it... the idea of being used evokes a sensation of warmth that spreads through my entire being.

“Forced how?” That’s something I brought up with my Master…. With him. “Are you going to drug me?”

“Do you want us to?”

I… Shit. I think I do.

“I would be completely unconscious?”

He looks at me with surprise in his eyes.

“Do you want to be? Or do you?—”

“I do.” I quickly cover my mouth with my hands, feeling a rush of shame at the words that escaped.

What the hell is wrong with me?

“Tsk. With me, you’ll speak freely, do you understand? Because I’m going to fuck you like my whore, as if I hated you, treating you like nothing. I need to know we’re on the same page.”

Swallowing the shame, I nod. “If… if you use drugs, can you… record it?”

His chuckles reverberate in the air around me.

“Dirty little thing. Do you really think I’d be willing not to keep this souvenir with me, pet? I’m going to record you any chance that I get from every angle.”

“Are you…” Words, Harps, for Christ’s sake. “Are you going to do it tonight?”

“Do you want to know when this will happen? Because it won’t be a one-time occurrence.”

I shake my head. I actually don’t.

I want to feel them when I wake up. I want to see them using me afterwards as if I was their most precious toy like they said at this dinner.

Damn. This is not normal, right? There’s something wrong with me.

Sin’s grip on my jaw is so strong it feels like he can hear my thoughts.

“There’s nothing wrong with you. Do you understand? Enjoying those types of things…” He pauses for a brief moment. “You’re just as twisted as we are. Made for us. And I’ll erase anyone who dares to disagree.”

Weirdly, I believe him.

“Let’s get out of here. You’re shivering and need rest.”

I quickly rinse my body, the water cascading down and creating a soothing sound, before heading outside, where he’s waiting with a towel.

1 ? Little Bunny ( ZAY - ka)