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Which is completely contrary to my body’s reaction to the nickname.
Knight lets his hand trail from my braid to my shoulder, down my back, and I’m ridiculously swoony at the sensation of his strong hand guiding me from behind. “Get in this room.”
“We should go home.”
“We’re doing it right here. Right now. You want to prove that your virginity is gone. You’re going to need witnesses.”
“But…”
“No buts. I plan on giving you exactly what you want; proof that you’ve had sex.” He has a point. Not everyone was deterred by his statement that he was about to fuck his stepsister. Several people have gathered around.
Inside the dimly lit room, I give one last thought to closing the curtains in front of the glass wall to block the view for those still present. Fantasy Wendy turns my attention to a leather padded bench that’s about waist height. I lean over the bench, unsure what the ideal height would be.
Whatever it is, the warmth of Knight’s hand caressing my clothed ass makes this height perfect. My body betrays me with a shudder. His other hand reaches up, tugs on the ribbon in my hair again, and forces my head to the side.
Pull harder.Fantasy Wendy makes a note.Hair pulling. Check. Love it.
Nova steps beside me. “Are you sure you want it like this?”
“Yes.” I gulp down my answer.
Knight spins me to face him. His thick fingers tuck into the waistband of my white sweatpants. The glittery ‘BRIDE’ label I’d been so eager to earn might as well have spelled out ‘PROPERTY’. How will I ever trust a man again? How will I trust myself?
He kneels, slowly and reverently. The lowering of my sweatpants over my hips removes the once-exciting label, revealing my white satin panties.
Knight abandons my sweats just above my knees. Awkward.
He’s staring. Even more awkward. Should I ask one of my other brothers to do the deed?
Knight’s hands wrap around my hips, stopping words from being able to leave my mouth. His firm, intimate grip has Fantasy Wendy screaming from the cage I’ve locked her in.Let us out. Let us have a chance at reality.
Yeah…no. I’m not stupid. This is a transaction. We’ll have sex. I’ll no longer be a virgin. And by the grace of escaping my wedding, I belong to no one but myself.
Fantasy Wendy objects. I give her a lollipop and tell her to sit quietly in her cage. Her obedience is vital for me to maintain my façade of indifference. Getting attached to a man, or men, is not tonight’s plan. Not a plan I can ever have with my stepbrothers. They are strictly fantasy fodder.
Knight slides one thumb forward, stroking the front of my panties, and pauses on the two tiny rings held by a bow.
Guys are so out of touch with pretty things. He leans forward, pausing an inch in front of my sex. I take in a breath since I seem to have stopped breathing.
Why the staring? Why aren’t we having sex? Why does the warmth of his breath send pulses of excitement through me? Can warm breaths actually melt my legs? I’m on the verge of not being able to support—
He closes the gap. He bites the bow and rings. My panties are caught in his mouth as he yanks his head back and to the side.
A ripping sound is followed by the slap of my panties back into me. I’m staring now as he spits the tiny jewelry onto the floor. The once-decorative white ribbon and miniature gold bands clink as they hit the dark marble then skid another few inches.
He growls before looking up at me. “That prick doesn’t deserve to be anywhere near you.”
“I know.” I’m not sure the words exit my mouth.
“This isn’t the way your first time should be.”
Fantasy Wendy clanks her lollipop over the bars of her imprisonment like a felon. Why am I having to dig so deep to keep my façade in place? I take control.
Fantasy Wendy, your judgment can’t be trusted. You believed a man thirty years older than you could be our true love. That he could actually be interested in an eighteen-year-old roller derby, graphic artist. Our heart is on lockdown until further notice.
Thanks to my imagination, I shove the lollipop back into her mouth and divert my eyes from Knight kneeling in front of me. Shifting my attention across my selection of stepbrothers, I say, “If you’re not up for it, I’ll find someone who is. But never fear, I’ll make good on the four hours of holiday help you won in the auction.”
I’m so busy applauding myself, I don’t register what’s happening until it’s over. Knight grabbed my panties on both sides and ripped them from my body.
