I look at Stacy’s face pressed against the window, her eyes wide as she tries to peer inside the car.
My whole body turned cold, as all the blood drained from me.
Panic surges through me as I scramble off Brother's lap quickly, clutching my shirt over my breasts, but Brother's hands grip my waist firmly, holding me in place.
“What? ... please, she’ll see us.” I whisper urgently in a low, trembling voice.
However, he leans in, his mouth brushing my ear, his tone hoarse.
“No one will see. c*m for me first, and I will let you go.”
My breath caught in my throat.
“No. No. Cassian… Please. Don't do this to me; everything is a mistake.”
“Nothing about you is a mistake,” he counters. He isn't making things easy for me.
He pushes me back onto the steering wheel, making me swallow my protes
