“Get your hands off me,” Olivia spits, her voice trembling with rage rather than fear.
His smile widens, seemingly pleased by her defiance. “The things I could do to that mouth,” he murmurs. “The ways I could make you beg.”
I try to scream as Jax’s hand shoots out and grabs Olivia’s wrist. Her eyes widen as he forces her palm against the front of his suit pants. My stomach lurches as I realize he’s hard, the outline clearly visible even from where I lie paralyzed.
“Feel what you do to me,” he growls.
What happens next makes my blood run cold. Olivia makes a small sound in her throat—a soft mewl that doesn’t sound entirely like protest. Is it closer to... pleasure? The noise is brief, barely audible, but unmistakable.
No. This can’t be happening. My mind rejects what my ears just heard.
Olivia’s cheeks flush deep crimson. She looks mortified, as if her body has betrayed her. She tries to jerk her hand away, but Jax holds it firmly in place.
“Stop,” she whispers, but the command lacks the conviction of her earlier defiance.
Jax laughs—a deep, knowing sound that echoes off the concrete walls. His eyes gleam with predatory satisfaction.
“I knew it,” he says, his voice dropping an octave lower. “You’re a dirty girl beneath all that proper society polish, aren’t you?” He leans in closer, his lips nearly brushing her ear. “Just gagging to get a real fucking by a man like me.”
The drugs in my system prevent me from vomiting, but bile rises in my throat anyway. I manage to twitch my fingers against the thin mattress of the cot, but nothing more. Helpless tears leak from the corners of my eyes.
Olivia stands frozen, her hand trapped against his erection, her face a mask of confusion and shame.
“Feel how big I am,” Jax commands, his voice rumbling through the cell. “Go on. Feel what a real man is like.”
I fight against the paralyzing agent in my system, desperate to scream, to move, to do anything. But I can only watch as my sister’s slender fingers wrap around his length through his pants.
To my shock, Olivia squeezes him, her hand sliding along what’s clearly far larger than I would have expected. Her movement isn’t tentative—it’s deliberate, almost sensual.
Is this the plan she mentioned? Playing seductress to gain his trust? Or is this something else entirely? The uncertainty churns my already nauseated stomach.
“That’s it,” Jax purrs, his eyes half-lidded with pleasure. “Good girl.”
The praise drips from his lips like poison honey. I try to convince myself Liv’s playing a dangerous game—that this is all strategic. But the flush spreading across her cheeks tells a different story.
Olivia’s tongue darts out, moistening her lips in a gesture that looks disturbingly genuine. Her breathing has quickened, her chest rising and falling rapidly against the bodice of her gown.
Jax’s free hand catches her chin, forcing her to look up at him. “You know what’s funny?” he asks, thumb brushing across her bottom lip. “The only man who can make you see fucking stars isn’t some corporate pretty boy. It’s a villain.”
His words hang in the air between them. Olivia doesn’t pull away.
“I can sense it,” he continues, voice dropping to a seductive rumble. “You’ve always craved a villain like me. Someone who understands the darkness.” His fingers tighten on her jaw. “Someone who doesn’t just peek into the abyss, but lives in it.”
My tears flow freely now, sliding down my cheek into my hair.
Jax’s hand slides up Olivia’s thigh, disappearing beneath the fabric of her gown. My sister’s eyes flutter, her lips parting. His movements are slow, deliberate, as if he’s savoring it.
“Let’s see how the princess really feels about the monster,” he murmurs, his fingers traveling higher.
I’m screaming inside my immobilized body. This can’t be happening. Not to Liv. Not while I’m lying here unable to help her.
Jax’s expression changes suddenly—his eyes widening slightly before darkening with unmistakable lust. “Fuck,” he growls. “You’re soaked.”
The predatory smile that spreads across his face makes my soul shrivel. His fingers are clearly moving beneath her dress now, and Liv’s breathing has become shallow, uneven.
What terrifies me most is that my sister’s hand remains firmly on the bulge in his pants. Her fingers continue to squeeze and stroke his length through the fabric. Her eyes hold a mixture of shame and arousal that I can’t comprehend.
“You’re so fucking dirty,” Jax says, his voice thick with desire. “Getting wet for the man holding you captive.” His gaze rakes over her flushed face. “While desperately clinging to my cock.”
