He collapses on top of me, his heavy weight knocking the air from my small body. His chest presses against mine, hot and suffocating, as he empties himself. The feeling of his cum filling me up makes my thighs tremble around him and we lie there, still, both of us trying to process the chaos we’ve just shared.
His breaths come heavy against my hair, but I can’t help running my hands up his toned back, fingers tracing the inked skin, unable to stop myself from touching him, claiming whatever part of him I can.
My heart pounds, a frenzied rhythm, as my thoughts swirl—about him, about us, about what comes after this. What does he want from this? Is it just another filthy night to add to the naughty list, and then we part ways, as if nothing happened until the next time? Or are we done after this? The idea that I could be pulled into something I don’t want, a deeper connection that will never be mine to keep, fills me with an aching sadness.
And the thought of Rook—of him being with someone else who could never fill the void he carries in his heart for me—pulls at me in ways I can’t explain.
Suddenly, he moves, pushing himself off me, giving me a much-needed air. He sits back on his knees, his eyes locking with mine, his expression unreadable, as his chin tilts upward, full of that darkness I know all too well. There’s no softness in his gaze, no hint of the connection we just shared, only coldness. It’s clear he hates me right now.
He tucks his cock away in his boxers, zipping up his jeans but leaving the belt undone, as if the moment we shared means nothing. When he’s finished, he reaches out, adjusting my lingerie back into place, but he doesn’t look at me. Then he moves away, making his way to the doors and stepping out of the van.
My eyes follow him as he stands outside in the snow, his back to me, lighting a cigarette and the ember glows briefly, casting a faint light on his face. I even forgot the doors havebeen wide open this entire time. The heat between us seems to melt away the blizzard outside.
I sit up carefully, the bells around my neck chiming softly, betraying my movement. Rook side-eyes me as I reach for his leather jacket and wrap it around my near-naked body, then crawl toward him. Then, his focus fixes on some point ahead, taking another deep drag of his cigarette.
When I’m at the edge of the van, I gently jump down into the snow, my boots crunching against the frozen ground. I almost slip but catch myself, steadying my steps until I stop behind him.
I slip my arms around the front of his toned body, loving his warmth, even though he’s shirtless and standing in the biting cold. Snowflakes fall and melt against his tattooed skin, the way I do when I touch him—lingering, then lost.
He inhales sharply as I press a kiss to his back, then growls low, a warning. “I’m not here for all that or to fall deeper in love with you, Bunny. That’s not what tonight is about. I’m here to fuck you out of my system and let us both move on with our lives.”
His words hit harshly, stabbing into my heart and I retreat slightly, unease creeping in. “Move on?” I murmur, loosening my hold on him, insecurity twisting through me.
He turns to face me, his eyes cold and distant, and I tilt my head back, meeting his gaze, snowflakes kissing my lips.
“Yeah,” he says, his voice hard and biting. “You can go live your happily ever after, and I’ll settle down with some poor chick who’ll never even come close to matching my sister. That’s how it was always gonna be, right?”
His words sting, sharper than they ever have. I don’t let him see it though, I lower my eyes quickly, hiding the hurt before he can catch it.
“Some chick?” I repeat quietly, the annoyance creeping in like an old friend.
But it’s always been this way. Rook’s possessiveness has always been way too much, suffocating at times, loud, but I’ve been just as jealous—only I kept it hidden. The only difference is, he’s always had the freedom to do whatever the fuck he wanted with other women. Me? I had menpickedfor me, like I was some damn object.
“Am I not allowed to be with other women when you’ve been fucking Blaise?” His accusation is like a dagger, and my brows lift in surprise by the spite in his words.
“Tell me, big brother,” I say, my voice calm but laced with a challenge, “how much have you been watching me?” I raise an eyebrow, crossing my arms tightly over my chest. “Because if you were stalking me hard enough, you’d know I haven’t fucked a single man since that Christmas two years ago. You’re the only one I’ve ever been with.”
He doesn’t react at first. Instead, he takes another long suck of his cigarette, his dark eyes locked on mine as if searching for any sign of a lie, but I don’t budge because it’s the truth. I wait for an answer, but he just shrugs, the gesture careless.
“When it came to you and guys… I couldn’t do it.” He exhales, the smoke curling from his lips like his words. “When you started getting serious with Blaise, I stopped watching you altogether.”
“Serious?” I echo, my brows furrowing, disbelief and frustration mixing. “Do you really think any of these guys are what I want? Nothing will ever be fucking serious.”
A heavy silence settles between us and my heart throbs, an ache I can’t ignore, but I hold his gaze, steadying myself. “As you said, none of these poor men will ever match to my big brother.”
He stares into my eyes, his jaw clenched tight, like he’s holding back wrath. “And it took you all this fucking time to finally admit that? When I was fucking bleeding for you, you shot me down and made me feel like it was all in my head.”
My throat tightens and I can feel my eyes welling up, the memory of that night crashing over me again—how heartbroken he was, how I shattered him when I didn’t want to.
“I don’t want to hear it anymore, Ebony,” he mutters, shaking his head as if the thought disgusts him. “You fuck with my head. Drove me insane. You throw me these mixed signals time and time again. You tell me everything I want to hear when we’re alone, but when shit gets real, you fucking bail on me. You’ve never fought for this. You’ve never fought forus. And I can’t do it alone.”
He flicks his cigarette away before his cold fingers lock around my jaw, forcing my face up and his smoky lips brush over mine as he leans in.
“This Christmas is the end of us, little sister.” His tone is heavy with finality. “It’s how it all started, and it’s how it’ll fucking finish. So, soak it the fuck up, because this will never happen between us again.”
I search his eyes, a single tear slipping from mine, and in that moment, his gaze drops to my lips. He suddenly releasesme, his touch gone as quickly as it came and he moves past me without a second glance, leaving me on the edge of breaking down.
But before I can even crumble, his arm snakes around my waist, yanking me back against him. In one swift, effortless motion, he lifts me into the van, lowering us onto the fur covered floor. He leans back against the van’s metal shell, tucking me sideways between his legs, and the weight of the butt plug inside me makes me feel uncomfortable.
