Page 77 of You Were Always Mine
I spin too fast, stumble back, and slam shoulder-first into the mirror. He doesn’t lunge. He doesn’t need to. His presence eats the air, and I can’t breathe around it.
His hand finds the glass beside my head, knuckles grazing my hair as he leans in. The mirrors trap me between his reflection and his body, leaving me nowhere to look but at him.
“Ran yourself right into me,” he whispers, voice sharp silk. “Tell me, little rabbit… did you want to be caught?”
I shake my head — too fast, too desperate — but the sound that breaks out of me betrays me, ragged and high and nothing like no.
His other hand lands on my hip. Not pushing yet, just holding. Heavy. Certain.
“You stayed silent,” Kai murmurs, his lips brushing my ear. “But your silence screamed louder than begging ever could.”
The glass chills my spine. His heat burns my front. I’m caught between fire and ice, and there’s no way out.
The mirror bites into my back as his hand slams flat against the glass beside my head, rattling it in its frame. The sound makes me flinch, but he’s already crowding in closer, chest crushing mine, thigh forcing its way between my legs until the denim drags against me, cruel and deliberate.
“Thought you could hide?” His breath scorches my ear, his voice dark silk and gravel. “Thought silence would save you?”
I gasp, shaking my head, but the sound breaks into awhimper when he grinds his thigh higher, forcing me to ride it. My hands fly to his chest, not to push him away, but because I need something to hold as my knees go weak.
Kai smirks, lips ghosting my jaw, dragging lower, grazing teeth against the pulse hammering in my throat. “Look at you. Trembling. Soaked through. All that running just to end up dripping on me.”
His fingers seize my wrists, pinning them hard above my head against the mirror, the angle arching me helplessly against him. His hips press forward, his hardness grinding into my stomach as he rocks deliberately, slow, cruel, making sure I feel every inch of his arousal.
“Tell me you don’t want this,” he whispers, brushing his mouth over mine, not kissing, just hovering. “Lie to me, little sister. Spit in my face. I’ll still make you grind on me until you’re crying for it.”
The words tear a sob out of me, shame and heat colliding until I can’t tell which hurts worse.
The mirror fogs with our breath. His grip on my wrists bruises. His thigh shoves higher between mine, dragging a moan from my throat I can’t swallow down.
And he laughs — low, filthy, victorious.
The glass digs into my spine, cool and merciless, while his hand tightens at my hip. He shifts just enough that his thigh slides between mine, lifting me a fraction, forcing my body to cling. My gasp fogs the mirror, another Scarlett staring back wide-eyed, mouth parted.
“See her?” Kai’s whisper brushes my temple. “That’s you. My filthy little rabbit caught in her own reflection. Pretend all you want, Scar—your body already told me the truth.”
He presses harder, dragging me against the muscleof his thigh until the seam of my jeans bites. My nails scrape the glass behind me.
“You hear that?” His lips hover near my ear, warm, taunting. “That’s you soaking through denim. That’s you begging without words.”
My throat burns. “Stop?—”
“You don’t want me to stop.” His hand snakes higher, fingers brushing just beneath the hem of my shirt, knuckles rough on bare skin. “You want me to press until you can’t breathe, until every mirror in this room shows you breaking for me.”
His thigh shifts again, cruel, deliberate. The sound I make echoes in the hall of glass, multiplied until I can’t tell which version of me it belongs to.
“Say it,” Kai growls, grinding me down harder. “Say you wanted to be caught.”
“Say you wanted to be caught,” he growls, dragging me harder against him, the mirrors rattling with the force.
My nails claw at the glass, every nerve lit, but I bare my teeth at him anyway, spitting fury through the haze.
“Fuck you, Kai. You think this is me begging? You think this is me wanting you? You’re sick. You don’t want me—you just don’t want anyone else to have me.”
His eyes flash, dark and sharp, but I don’t stop, words spilling like poison between gasps.
“You wanted to be the good brother, right? So fucking be my brother. Let me go. Stop pretending this is about me when it’s always been about you.”
The words hang like broken glass between us. My chest heaves, my throat raw, every reflection showing a girl cornered and spitting venom at the only boy she can’t escape.
