Jasmine.
I tried to snap my thighs shut, but the sheets had twisted into a cruel knot around my ankles, holding me open like an offering.
My p***y pulsed, shameless and greedy, slick dripping in thick strands onto the silk beneath me, the vibrator still humming faintly against my skin.
The man I’d been moaning for stood three feet away, and my body knew it; every heartbeat throbbed between my legs, begging.
“I’m sorry… it was a mistake, brother—”
The word died on my tongue.
“Finn,” I whispered instead, the name I’d screamed into my pillow for years.
He didn’t answer.
He just prowled forward, dropped both palms onto the mattress, and caged me with his arms.
The bed dipped under his weight; his knees sank between mine, forcing my legs wider until the backs of my thighs brushed th
