Page 94 of The Psychopaths

Perfect.I flick a switch on the panel and pump in some of the quelling drugs I keep in the system just for this purpose. Not enough to put him out, but enough so that he doesn’t hurt himself during this little confrontation.

“Look how angry he is,” I whisper against Lilian’s neck, never taking my eyes off my brother. “Watching another man touch what he was too cowardly to claim.”

My fingers continue their steady rhythm between her legs, circling her clit before dipping back inside, feeling her clench around me despite her obvious conflict. Each stroke draws a muffled sound from her throat—part protest, part pleasure.

“Please,” she begs, but whether she’s asking me to stop or continue isn’t clear.

I withdraw my hand from beneath her shirt, bringing my fingers to my lips. Maintaining eye contact with Aries, I slowly lick her wetness from them, making sure he sees every movement. “Delicious,” I announce. “And so fucking sweet. I wonder if he’s imagined what you taste like, too?”

Aries backs away from the glass, his chest heaving. Then he charges forward, shoulder connecting with the window in a futile attempt to break through. The impact makes him stagger backward and stumble in the pooling water.

Time to escalate.

I turn Lilian to face me, keeping us positioned so Aries has a clear view of her profile, of my hands on her body.

“Take off my shorts,” I command, loud enough for the intercom to pick up every word.

Her eyes widen. “What?”

“You heard me.” I tip her chin up, forcing her to meet my gaze. “Remove them. Show your stepbrother exactly what you’re willing to do for his freedom.”

Her eyes flick to Aries, then back to me, filled with conflicting emotions—shame, desire, fear, rebellion.

“Now, Lilian.” My voice hardens. “Or the deal’s off. He stays in that cell forever, and I take what I want, anyway.”

Her hands tremble as they move to the waistband of my sleep shorts, the only thing I grabbed when the alarms started blaring. Her fingers brush against my stomach, sending heat pooling low in my groin.

Through the glass, Aries watches with murderous intensity, his body rigid with helpless rage. He knows exactly what I’m doing—using her to torture him, using him to shame her. A perfect triangle of pain and desire.

Lilian sinks slowly to her knees, water soaking through the fabric as she kneels before me. With trembling fingers, shehooks her thumbs in the waistband of my shorts, pausing for just a moment before drawing them down.

My cock springs free, already hard from the power of the moment, from her touch, from the knowledge that Aries is watching every second of his stepsister on her knees before me.

“That’s it,” I encourage, tangling my fingers in her wet hair. “Show him who you belong to now.”

The shorts pool around my ankles, leaving me naked and fully erect before her. Lilian’s expression is a fascinating mix of shame and unwilling desire as she kneels in the spreading water. Her eyes dart to Aries, a silent apology or perhaps something more complex passing between them.

That look ignites something dangerous in me. I tangle my fingers tighter in her hair, forcing her attention back to me.

“Eyes on me,” I command. “He’s just a spectator now.”

She complies, her gaze lifting to mine. Those amber eyes hold defiance even in submission—one of the many things that drew me to her in the first place. The alarms continue their wail and the sprinklers their relentless downpour, creating a chaotic backdrop to this moment of perfect control.

“Stand up,” I order, pulling her to her feet by her hair.

She rises gracefully despite the awkward position, water streaming down her legs. Through the glass, Aries has gone completely still, a predator waiting for his moment. The drugs I pumped in should be hitting his system, making him sluggish, but the rage in his eyes remains laser-focused.

Time to push him further.

My hands move to the hem of Lilian’s soaked shirt—my shirt—fingers sliding underneath to feel the heated skin beneath. “Arms up,” I tell her, voice carrying clearly through the intercom.

Her hesitation lasts only a second before she obeys, raising her arms like a child being undressed. I drag the shirt upwardwith deliberate slowness, revealing inch by inch of her perfect body to both myself and my captive brother.

The pale curve of her stomach. The delicate arch of her ribs. The full swell of her perky breasts, her dusky nipples hard as diamonds, both from the cold temperature and her arousal. If I had the time I’d take one of those stiff peaks into my mouth and suck on it, but I don’t. My attention isn’t on pleasure, but on revenge.

When her face emerges from the fabric, I notice the pink flush of her cheeks. Is she humiliated, or does she want this too? Perhaps it’s a little bit of both. I toss the shirt aside, leaving her completely naked between us. Water cascades down her bare skin, highlighting every curve, every shiver, every goose bump.

“You’re so fucking beautiful,” I murmur, circling her like a predator, ensuring Aries can see every angle, every perfect inch of the woman he will never have.

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