Dimitri’s POV
ETHICS
My gaze lingered on my hand that she placed on her boobs, my palm burning, pulse wild, breath refusing to steady even when I told myself to breathe, I stared at that hand like it had betrayed me, like it had crossed some sacred line I swore I’d never even imagined touching, but the truth was crueler because I wanted it, I wanted her, Blair.
The universe must have a wicked sense of humor because there was no way to explain why my stepsister looked at me that way, why her lips trembled not from fear but from desire, and even though I knew we weren’t supposed to feel this way, the fact that she reciprocated made my heart race in a way that scared me.
Before I could pull away, she kissed me, not gentle or hesitant but fierce and desperate, like she’d been holding it fo
