Jax enters. Even in my peripheral vision, his presence dominates the room. He moves with predatory confidence toward Liv’s cot. My stomach twists with dread and hatred.
“Beautiful,” he murmurs, reaching down to brush a strand of hair from her face.
I watch through squinted eyes as he sits beside her, the mattress dipping under his weight. Liv remains perfectly still.We’d agreed—she’ll wait until he’s distracted, until his guard is down. One clean punch to the throat or groin, then we both attack.
Jax turns Liv onto her back with surprising gentleness. His hands slide down to the hem of her nightgown, pushing the fabric up her thighs. The sight makes me sick, but I force myself to remain still. Just a few more seconds...
Liv’s eyes flash open. Her fist swings upward toward his face with all her strength.
But Jax catches her wrist mid-air, his reflexes impossibly fast.
“Did you really think I wouldn’t notice?” His laugh is cold. “You stupid girls. I watched you vomit the drugs through the cameras.”
Liv struggles beneath him, but he pins both her wrists with one hand.
I launch myself from my cot, abandoning all pretense. “Get off her!”
I make it three steps before strong arms wrap around me from behind. I hadn’t even noticed the guard entering behind Jax. He lifts me off my feet as I kick and scream, restraining me effortlessly while Jax turns his attention back to my sister.
Jax grips Liv’s chin, forcing her to look at him. “You know what I find amusing?” His voice drops to a dangerous whisper. “How you pretend to your sister that you’re only responding to me because you’re trying to manipulate the situation.” His eyes flick toward me, making sure I’m watching. “But we both know the truth, don’t we?”
Liv twists her face away. “Go to hell.”
“Your body betrays you, sweetheart.” His hand slides between her legs, making her flinch. “I’ve never felt a cunt get so wet just from touching my cock. You can lie to Aurora all you want about your littleplan, but your body doesn’t lie.”
I thrash against the guard’s grip. “Stop it! Leave her alone!”
Jax ignores me completely. He shoves Liv’s dress up higher, exposing her. “Let me show your sister exactly how much you don’t want this.”
“Don’t look, Aurora,” Liv cries out, her voice breaking. “Please don’t look.”
I squeeze my eyes shut as Jax positions himself between my sister’s legs. The guard holding me forces my head up, but I keep my eyes downcast, staring at the concrete floor.
The sounds are unbearable—Liv’s strangled gasps, Jax’s deliberate, wet noises. My stomach heaves. I feel as though I’m dissolving from the inside out, my bones turning to water. The helplessness is crushing me.
“Look at your sister, Aurora,” Jax commands.
I keep my eyes fixed on the floor.
“I said LOOK!”
I shake my head, tears streaming down my face. The nausea is overwhelming. My sister is being violated feet away from me, and I can do nothing. Nothing.
The guard’s fingers dig into my scalp, wrenching my head upward. I try to keep my eyes closed, but he twists my hair so sharply that pain forces them open.
“Watch,” Jax commands from between my sister’s legs, his voice thick with satisfaction. “Watch how much she loves it.”
I try to look away, but the guard holds me immobile. My vision blurs with tears as Jax buries his face between Liv’s thighs. His hands grip her hips, holding her in place as his tongue works against her.
The most confusing part is Liv’s response. Her back arches off the cot, her fingers clutching at the thin mattress. A moan escapes her lips—not pained, not frightened, but something else entirely.
“Jax,” she gasps.
This can’t be happening. It must be the drugs. She’s faking it. She must be faking it.
But her body responds to him with unmistakable pleasure. Her hips move against his mouth, seeking more contact. Her cheeks flush pink. Her breathing quickens.
“Tell your sister how good it feels,” Jax demands, lifting his head momentarily.
