Cain
She’s soaked—dripping wet from that damn lake Cyrus dragged her into. Her hair clings to her neck, her shirt nearly see-through, and f**k me, I can’t look away.
And I hate it.
My jaw clenches as I shove my hands into my pockets, trying to look unbothered, but the heat in my chest is volcanic. I feel like I’m going to snap.
“Good,” I bite out, voice sharp as a blade. My eyes slice to Cyrus. “Just don’t get her pregnant, unless you want our bloodline to rot in humiliation.”
Cyrus just smirks, cocky as always, while I stare at her. Gods. That face.
That same face she wore when she was under me. Mouth parted. Eyes begging. Moaning like she was made to be ruined by me.
She told me she was mine. Mine.
And now she's here, soaked in my brother’s scent.
Cyrus drapes his jacket over he
