His heart had made the decision, and there was no other alternative.
So, we’d agreed. Against my better judgement, I’d promised. And against his instincts, he’dtrustedme.
Unfortunately, tonight I’d betrayed that trust.
I wanted to fuck her so badly. I wanted her writhing with pleasure and calling out my name.Myname. Not his.
Seeing her bare dragged desires from me that I’d kept buried out of respect for Jet. He was my fucking brother. We’d grown up together. There wasno other loyalty stronger than that.
But Nila...
Shit.
When I’d undone my belt and stepped from my boxers, I’d wanted to tear off her blindfold and show her who would be taking her. I wanted her to look atme. Trulyseeme. I wanted her eyes on my cock and her breath on my skin. I wanted her to look at me the way she looked at my brother.
My dick was harder than it’d been since I’d had a foursome with some club bunnies. I craved Nila with every cell, but I didn’t want her for my own.
I wanted to ‘borrow’ her. Taste her—just once live in my brother’s shoes and have what he had. Was that so wrong? Was it so scandalous to want a piece of his inheritance?
I could answer my own question.
Yes, it was wrong. Yes, it was scandalous. And no, I would never go behind my brother’s back.
He’d given me permission to do this. He’dbeggedme to do this.
I hadn’t asked for payment or demanded anything in return.
Nila was gift enough.
When her tongue had tentatively touched mine, I’d wanted to grab her hair and kiss her with abandon.
Fuck the debts.
Fuck the family.
For once, I wanted what I wanted forme—not for any other reason.
But I was too damn honourable. Too well trained in hierarchy and fidelity.
I couldn’t do it.
She was so pretty. So tiny. Her stomach so flat and her small breasts the perfect handful. She truly was a doll. A woman I could easily fall for if I wasn’t a loyal Hawk.
Discipline and primogeniture—it’d all taught me my place from day one. But my love for Jethro...that was the padlock on coveting anything I might want.
Touching her pussy had been the hardest part of all. I’d almost fucked up and lost myself. It would’ve been so easy to open her arse cheeks and slip inside her—like Cut expected me to.
There was nothing worse than having a naked woman, with expectations to fuck her, when I couldn’t. But no matter how hard it was for me, it killed me to think of him watching.
I was doing this for him—but every thrust and moan from Nila would’ve torn his fucking heart out. Pills or no, he wouldn’t get through tonight without some serious problems.
Nila didn’t know it—but she’d broken him completely.
And I’d been the conductor for his destruction.
Every sweep of my hands up her sides and every press of my fingers on her clit, I forced myself to remember who I was ultimately doing this for.
It was the only way I could continue.
