~ CASIMIR ~
"Please, Cazz, I needed your help!" she croaked, desperate and terrified, but now gaining hope, because she'd seen me hesitate. She put her hands down on the carpet and started inching towards me, her body still naked and flushed from fucking my brother.
"He hurt you?" I asked carefully, doing everything I could not to let her see that I knew she was lying.
A volcano of rage was rumbling in my chest, threatening to erupt.
"Yesss!" she hissed. "He said… he said if I didn't do it he'd kill me! I just prayed you'd forgive me!" Her voice was a thin rasp, barely a whisper. She crawled towards me, keeping her head and shoulders lower than her plump ass that I had bitten more than once, and cupped, and squeezed, and wondered if it tasted like her shoulder and whether I'd claim her after we were mated.
My body shuddered as the cold wind of betrayal punched, sliding a frozen knife between my ribs.
"Why did it have to be him?"