Page 27 of His Ruin
“I…” My sister clears her throat, putting on a wobbly, unsure smile. “I just got back from a party, and we bumped into each other on our way up to our rooms.”
Good girl.
“Oh,” Dad says as he kicks his shoes off. “I’m beat. Don’t stay up too long.”
“Good night, Dad.” Melody mumbles.
He kisses her cheek before taking the stairs and disappearing to his bedroom. The moment he’s out of earshot, Melody releases a breath.
“I’m sleeping with you tonight,” I declare before she can even think of leaving me behind.
“No, you aren’t,” she snips.
I tuck my hands into my pockets, tilting my head. “If you want the security feed wiped of our kiss, then you’ll make room for me.”
She blanches, her sight snagging on the camera in the corner of the living room. It’s in clear view of us as the red recording button blinks brightly.
“Nooo…” she elongates, agony in her voice.
I wrap an arm around her shoulder, pulling her into my side as I smirk. “Let’s go, Sunny.”
Chapter seventeen
Melody
KadenandIhaveslept together a few times over the years, mostly when I needed him to protect me from the howling winds during a storm or a bad dream. This issodifferent.
I wake up with the morning light slanting across my face from my window. The curtains are drawn back, and there’s a heavy arm slung across my waist. I can feel Kaden at my back, his breath fanning over the pulse point of my neck. I shiver involuntarily, goosebumps pebbling my arms. My ass is seated in his lap as he curls around me, and there’s somethingveryhard poking into my backside.
I swallow, keeping my breaths even and shallow so I don’t wake him. Heat pools in my lower belly as everything from last night comes rushing back.
He kissed me.
My brother kissed me.
My hand slides up to my lips, my fingers dancing over my mouth as if his presence still lingers there. He tasted like cigarettes, mint, and Kaden. I hate that I found it so pleasant that I almost gave in. I thought about just letting him take my first until I realized how fucked up it was.
It’s taboo, and we shouldn’t be doing this. No matter how much I liked it…
A fierce hand grips my hip, grinding me back into the hard length pressed against my ass. I bite back my yelp, rolling my bottom lip between my teeth as Kaden kisses my neck slowly, his nose bumping against my skin.
“Good morning,” his voice is like pure gravel, edged with sleep and turning my insides to jelly.
I swallow, trying to steady my nerves. “Good morning…”
The smell of bacon and eggs wafts through the air from downstairs, and I can faintly hear pots and pans clanging. Mom is most likely making breakfast, and we’ll be expected to join our parents soon.
Kaden sucks my earlobe into his mouth, nipping at my flesh as I gasp breathlessly.
Wrong.
This is so wrong.
“Kids!” Dad shouts from downstairs. “Breakfast is ready!”
Kaden reaches around me, collaring my throat as he turns my head towards him. His pupils are dilated, the black swallowing his irises as he squeezes my arteries. “Are you going to be a good girl this morning, or do I have to encourage Dad to check the cameras?”
His threat is heavy between us, and I feel powerless as I nod. “I-I’ll be good.”
