Page 3 of Married to My Sis’s Bratva Fiancé

I should have left. I should have run, especially after hearing the man I loved pleasure himself while saying another woman's name.

But my legs didn't listen. They stayed pinned, like nails through my feet.

Kiryan's olive skin looked tighter than I'd imagined. The double-headed eagle tattoo on his chest rose and fell with his breathing. His abs flexed with each stroke—my fingers trembled like I was tracing his lines in the air.

God. It was hotter than anything I'd ever dared to fantasize about. I was already soaked. Guilt climbed my throat. I didn't forget he was my sister's fiancé. I forced myself to crush the filthy response my body had given him.

At least Kiryan was lost in it. He didn't notice me.

I turned, ready to pull the door shut and slip out.

"Isabella." Kiryan's voice cut in as I moved. "How long are you gonna hide there and watch?"

I couldn't answer. I was terrified of being found out. If Kiryan realized I'd been watching him masturbate, he wouldn't let it go—even if I was Isabella's sister.

Footsteps came up behind me. Steady. Unhurried. Each one landed right on my nerves. I held my breath, but I still tasted the air around him—whiskey and cedar, wrapping my skin.

When he stopped inches behind me, I knew I couldn't dodge him anymore.

"N-no. I wasn't..." My denial came out raw.

I didn't finish. His arm slid around my waist from behind, and he hauled me into the room with one hard pull. I spun, and the door slammed shut behind me. Before I could steady myself, his tall body pressed in. I retreated until my back hit the door.

The room was darker than the hall. I couldn't even make out his face—only the invasive weight of his gaze. I turned my head on instinct, dodging his eyes in a last pathetic fight, like that would keep him from recognizing me.

"Baby, I knew you'd come looking for me tonight." He pinched my chin up and kissed me.

I froze, staring as his eyes closed and his mouth took mine. His lips felt softer than I'd ever imagined. His tongue slipped between my teeth and tasted me—slow at first, then deeper, like he wanted every drop. The whole thing was so insane it made me think it had to be a dream. No engagement party. No alcohol. No pain. Just him.

But the second I remembered what we were, every cell in my body went on high alert.

I had to stop him. I had to. This was wrong.

I shoved at his chest with all my strength. It didn't do shit. I bit down on his tongue. He paused—then he tangled with me again, even hungrier, pulling my tongue into his. We traded breath that tasted like blood. My brain started to starve for oxygen, and my body wanted him twice as badly.

Wanting this—getting excited by it—made me feel even more disgusting.

"Good girl." He murmured it against my mouth when I finally broke for air.

Those two words hit me like a bullet. Whatever fight I had left got swallowed whole.

Good girl.

Nobody had ever called me that.

My father had always asked why I couldn't be Isabella. Isabella had always found new ways to prove I wasn't enough. Even I had gotten used to seeing my flaws first.

And now, even knowing that praise didn't belong to me, I still wanted it. Shamelessly. Desperately.

I closed my eyes and let myself fall into his kiss.

The heat at the corners of my eyes proved just how deep my sin ran.

Chapter 2

Kiryan

Her spit tasted sweeter than usual that night, and I drank it down like I couldn't get enough.