ANSEL’s POV
The sunlight cut through the blinds, warm and accusing, crawling across my skin like a hand I didn’t want. My body ached everywhere—hips sore, lips bruised, thighs sticky—and all I could think about was last night. His breath in my ear, his hands pinning me down, his c**k splitting me open.
My chest tightened. Roman. My brother. That was his fiancée.
I sat up fast, the sheets tangling at my waist, and nearly stumbled out of the bed. Gael was still there, half on his stomach, one leg sprawled open, mouth slack. He looked dangerous even in sleep. A temptation carved out of sin. I hated that my eyes lingered on him, hated that my c**k twitched even now.
My eyes rolled down to where his c**k laid soft. That thing was long. It was long. And just half of it was in me. Hell—No. If
