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Sleeping with Elijah doesn’t shock me as much as knowing I want to do it again. I want to sleep with Elijah again.

And I will.

What’s the worst that can happen?

CHAPTER 35

ELIJAH

NIGHT 5 OF THE BET

My fingers glide over the piano keys, filling the room with the haunting melody. Every note builds anticipation for something bigger, more frightening.

It’s dark, much like how I’m feeling right now. I was on the verge of saying fuck it all while I was alone with Eden. So close to breaking my promise to Asher.

Opening my eyes, I settle my gaze on the untouched glass of whiskey sitting on top of the piano. I never touched the instrument this much until getting mixed up with Eden. I haven’t drunk this much either.

What the hell is she doing to me?

She deserves every bit of my hatred, right along with her gold-digging mother. I’ve been nothing but a dutiful son to my father. Yet, it seems I never measure up to him.

He wants me to marry, and I’m twenty-three years old with a long life ahead of me. He also wants me to have a son.

Why the fuck does he think I’m ready to have kids?

A memory of Asher fucking our sister and pushing his cum deeper inside her flashes through my mind. Blood rushes to my cock and hardens it.

I didn’t think I would be into something like watching him fuck someone.

No. Not just someone. Our stepsister.

Our father didn’t specify who to knock up and marry.

There’s the loophole I’ve been looking for.

I can’t stand Eden. Or at least, in the recent past, I couldn’t. Now I look forward to spending time with her and learning more about her. I even find myself wanting to fuck her.

A tall form moves in my periphery, and I slow the melody. I play a few more notes, and then I stop with my fingers hovering above the keys. Leaning forward, I snatch the glass of whiskey and toss it back. It burns all the way down and warms my stomach until it feels like there’s a fire blazing inside me.

“How did it go?” I return the cup to the piano. The glass thuds against the wood.

I don’t care. Let him know that what he did bothers me. See if I give a fuck.

Asher meanders closer to the piano and rolls his sucker between his forefinger and thumb. He pops it into his mouth and sucks for a moment before taking it out. I grit my teeth as he leans against the piano and slips his other hand into his pocket.

“Do you feel better now that you got it out of your system?” I glare at him, hating how relaxed he is, like he’s truly satisfied that he got his dick wet with our stepsister.

Asher pops the sucker into his mouth and folds his arms against his chest as he looks at the doorway, as if he’s considering going back for a second round.

“Don’t tell me you’re jealous,” he says softly. “You don’t know the lengths that I’ll go to keep her.”

He peeks at me from the corner of his eye and scowls.

“You were only supposed to watch her, Asher,” I growl. “You had one job. Watch and report back to me.”

He shrugs. “Things change.”

“Things change.” I let out a dry laugh. “You mean falling for our stepsister? Is her pussy really that good that you’re putting her above the mission?”