Chapter Two
Axel tapped his fingers against his thigh as the car curved around the mountain road. He'd been gone for less than an hour, but he could already feel the familiar ache in his chest at Deepa's absence, like an impossible itch.
"Nervous much?" Nastya said without taking her eyes off the road.
"No," Axel spat.
"Liar."
"What the hell do they want?" Axel growled.
"Your presence was requested.”
"By who?"
"Your adorable little brother."
Axel swore under his breath.
"Come on. It's not that bad.” She pulled up to the main gate. “Why not try and play nice for once."
Axel rolled his eyes, but got out of the car, following his sister down the pathway to the mansion. They passed well-manicuredgardens and expensive cars, coming to a halt in front of a large stone building.
Nastya typed the code into the door, which buzzed open with a click.
The inside hadn't changed since his dramatic exit. Still huge and overbearing, with more rooms than anyone could need. The walls were painted a sterile white, and cheap chandeliers hung overhead.
"He's waiting in his office." Nastya strode ahead of him, her high heels clacking on the tiled floor.
Axel followed behind, familiar knots of anxiety in his stomach. He hated this place. It felt like a cage.
Nastya pushed open the door to his brother's office, only to unveil a pretty blond woman bent over the wooden desk, her skirt pushed up to her waist as his brother thrust into her from behind.
The large man's face was screwed up in ecstasy as his cock plunged into the woman, over and over, his balls slapping against her thighs, her breathy moans echoing through the room.
"Fucking hell," Axel swore, quickly turning away, but Nastya didn't even flinch, looking over the scene with a grin on her face.
She fucking planned this,Axel thought to himself.
Nastya loved to think of ways to psychologically mess with him.
"Looks like fun," Nastya whispered dangerously close to Axel's ear. "Maybe I'll join in? I heard that Bethany tastes delicious."
Axel blanched. Nastya and his brother weren't related by blood, but he still found any intimacy between them disgusting, and Nastya knew it.
The screams intensified until they reached a fevered pitch, finally dying down into pants and whimpers.
Axel took the opportunity to escape, quickly slipping out the door.
"I'm done," he spat, keeping his eyes locked on the ground.
"What's wrong?" Nastya teased, poking Axel in the ribs. "Feeling left out?"
Axel clenched his fists. "Shut up."
"Aw, did you want a turn?" Nastya cooed. "Maybe she likes having both holes filled at once."
"Fuck off," Axel growled.
