Page 56 of Betrayed

“What theHellare you doing here and how did you get into my house?”Idemand.

RealKaneholds up a key.

“Got it from your ex-boyfriend,” he says, grinning. “Hesaid whateverIwant to dish out, you’ve got it coming, little sis.”

“Got what coming?”Iask, but my voice is shaking. “Look, this isn’t a good time for me,”Iadd.

“Too bad, because it’s agreattime for me.”

RealKanecomes over to the couch, trailed by his two goons.Hestands right in front of me, looming over me like an ogre in a fairytale.Whatdoes he want with me?

I’m too afraid to ask.

“You need to leave,”Itell him, trying to keep my voice steady. “I…I’mnot even decent!Infact,I’mjust going to go get changed right now…”

I stand up and start edging my way past him.I’mgoing to lock myself in my bedroom and call 911.Idon’t like this situation—Idon’t feel safe at all.

ButRealKaneis too quick for me.

“Grab her,” he says to his goons, who are standing behind the couch.Oneof them reaches over the couch and grabs me by the shoulders.

“Hey!Letgo of me!”Iexclaim butRealKaneis already snatching my towel off.

“Hey!”Igasp again.Idon’t like being naked in front of them!Itry to cover myself with my hands butRealKanesays,

“Cuff her.”

The man holding my shoulders suddenly grabs my wrists.Hisarms must be really long to reach me over the couch,Ithink distractedly.Itry to worm away from his grip, but he’s too quick.Ifeel cold metal around my wrists and hear clicking sounds.

“Let me go!Letgo!”Ikick and writhe, somehow managing to knock over the bowl of popcorn which spills all over the floor.

He lets go of me then, butIfindIcan’t move my arms—my wrists are cuffed behind my back.Istand there, naked and cold and shivering as all three men look me over.

“Look at this.”RealKanereaches out and palms one of my breasts.Hesqueezes, hard enough to hurt, and a stream of the amber liquid comes from my nipple.

“Ouch!Letme go!”Iexclaim.

“Nectar,”RealKanesays, ignoring me and speaking to the two goons instead. “Toldyou she was ripe.”Hepalms my other breast and squeezes untilIgasp and more nectar comes flowing out. “Howlong you been making nectar this time, little sis?” he demands.

“What do you mean ‘this time’?”Isnap. “I’venever made it before a few days ago.Andhow did you even know about it?”

His bushy black eyebrows raise in apparent surprise.

“What?Youmean you’ve never made nectar before?Whatabout during yourHeatCycles?”

“What’s aHeatCycle?”Iask him. “Andstop touching me—you’re my brother, you pervert!”

RealKanedoesn’t seem to hear this last part because he keeps massaging and squeezing my breasts and pinching and tugging on my nipples.Theconstant manhandling hurts…but my body reacts to it too.There’sa pleasurable kind of pain when he tugs on my sensitive nipples that makes me press my thighs together.What’swrong with me reacting this way?

“So you’ve never had aHeatCyclebefore?” he says to me, frowning.

“I don’t even know what that is!”Imoan. “Please—stop touching me!”

“Don’t think so, little sis.See,Ican tell you haveWereblood in you but if you’ve never had aHeatCycle, well, that makes you pretty rare.”

“What are you even talking about?”Idemand, but he’s barely paying attention to me.

“What do you think, boys?” he asks the two burly goons. “Couldshe be aRecessiveOmega?”

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