Kite007:I want to feel how tight you are. I want to experience your wet heat as I fill you. I want to give you my cock, Needle. Would you let me?
Oh, my God. My body turned boneless with desire.
Another message from a different sender arrived.
Textile:Nila? I understand why you haven’t replied to me, but I thought you should know that V and I are closer to figuring a way to end this ridiculous nightmare. Don’t lose hope, sweetheart. I love you so much.
Oh, bad timing, father.Seriouslybad timing.
My lust turned to smouldering rage.
Ridiculous? He thought this wasridiculous? This debt that killed my mother and all the firstborn women in my family tree was ridiculous?
I laughed at his choice of words. This wasn’t ridiculous; it was insane.
Needle&Thread:Father, you let them take me. You knew all along they were coming, yet you did nothing to protect me. You handed me over like a fattened calf with no tears or violence. How can you say you’re coming for me? How can you say you love me? I’m not losing hope. I’m building my own brand of hope, and for the first time in my life, it doesn’t hinge on you. Leave me the hell alone.
I shook hard when I pressed send. I’d never spoken to my father that way before. Never been so disrespectful. It made me feel sick but also free. Free from the fear of disappointing him.
Because he’d disappointed me first.
Kite007:Would you let me fuck you? Would you break the rules and give me what I need so fucking much?
My mind swarmed with images of sleeping with Kestrel, but try as I might, all I could see was Jethro. All I could feel was Jethro. All I wanted was Jethro.
Shit.
I wanted to throw my damn phone against the wall.
Needle&Thread:Answer me one question before I give you an answer.
Kite007:What?
Taking a deep breath, I typed:
Needle&Thread:Would you kiss me first? Or is that against the rules?
A minute. Then two.
Kite007:I wouldn’t just kiss you. I would hold your cheeks and worship your mouth. I would devour your lips and make drunken love to your tongue. I would fucking inhale you, so you would live forever in my lungs.
I couldn’t move.
Yet another difference between the Hawk brothers. One would kiss me, and one went out of his way to avoid it. One would adore me until the day of my death, and one would probably dance upon my grave because it meant his obligations were complete.
My heart crumbled into dust.
I couldn’t—I couldn’t do this anymore.
Turning my phone around, I undid the case, tore the battery out, and dumped the dismantled device into the drawer of the bedside table.
I didn’t care about replying.
I didn’t care if my silence hurt his feelings.
All I cared about was nursing the cyclonic pain inside me.
And trying to forget all about Jethro fucking Hawk.
