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I was honest when I said I’m not going to repeat our old patterns. Ivy’s used to having her cake and eating it too, with me: she pretends I’m forcing her, all the while getting off as much as she wants. I couldn’t help it back then. After I gave in the first time, I saw her and I needed to be inside her. It was that simple. At twenty-four, I have a little more control. Little being the keyword there. I was fucking dying to just sink into that drenched, tight-as-fuck little pussy that has always andwill alwaysbelong to me.
Maybe not always. Just for the last eighteen years.
As much as I like our games, I need a serious plan. She’s under my roof for now because she has no other choice, but after she ran to another fucking country six years ago, I know better than to think that won’t change the moment she’s able to leave again.
Honestly, I know I’m a bit much with her. I want her all the time. But I’d never, in a million years, imagined that she’d just up and leave because of that.
Now I know better. It wasn’t about me. At least, not just me. She was also dealing with being collectively rejected by, well, everyone. Bullied. I knew she wasn’t Ms. Royal, unlike her little sister, but I assumed she was just an introvert. Wrongly.
I remember her look yesterday when she pointed down to the hall.
Why haven’t I met any of them if I was your girlfriend?
Yeah, I want to punch myself again. If I’d had any idea what had been going on, not only would I have put a stop to it, I also would have made an effort to introduce her to the guys, show her she wasn’t alone. They’d been teasing me for wanting to keep her to myself back then, all of them curious about meeting her.
And yeah, just maybe I actuallyhadpurposely been keeping her to myself. I’m all for sharingtheirconquests, not to mention the royal toys they pick every day, but the thought of giving Ivy options hadn’t sat well with me. Given the whole mess between Nic, Bella, and Seb, I’m actually not sad I never let anyone else see her like that.
So many choices, most of them wrong…and I’m running out of time.
I don’t make a conscious decision to go find her, but when I’m halfway through my brother’s room, I see the wisdom in my instinct.
I need a cheat code to crack Ivy, and only one person has that on hand.
I knock at the white door, uncertain.
“Come in!” a cheery voice replies, though it’s not even seven.
It seems Ivy and I weren’t the only ones sleep abandoned this morning, though for greatly different reasons.
I push open Nic’s door, and find Bella alone, almost fully dressed—pulling thick knee-length socks up her legs.
“I hope I’m not disturbing you,” I say somewhat awkwardly.
She chuckles. “Don’t stress. Seb left half an hour ago.”
“Ah.” I suppose we should mention the elephant in the room. “I hope you know I’m not judging. I know you’ve got a unique opportunity to catch up with Sebastian without my brother’s interference.”
“Is it weird for you?” she asks, getting up to find her shoes.
“A little,” I admit, before grinning. “It’s also satisfying. Nic had it so easy with you compared to what Ivy put me through. It’s only right you make his life a bit harder now.”
She shakes her head, smiling. “Good to know you’re a dick to everyone, your brother included.”
“That’s well documented,” I admit.
Bella then looks at me, turning serious. “You know I love your brother though, right?”
“That seems obvious,” I say without hesitating.
Some people wouldn’t get it, but I know Nic was the one to introduce her to this world.
We highborns can’t truly let loose in public. Most of us have been engaged since birth, too. So, we have fun amongst ourselves. It doesn’t mean much—sex is simply a fun release, without pressure to any of us, unless feelings are attached to the act. If I’d fancied her, I could have fucked her, too. But yeah, that idea is almost as appealing as fucking my actual sister, so, hell no.
The thing is, there’s no denying that there are feelings attached when it comes to Sebastian and Bella. I know that. Nic knows that. And so does she.
“But he doesn’t love me,” she says, shocking the hell out of me.
I blink, my lips parting. For a second, I’m silent, and then I have to ask, “Have you hit your head?”
