ANASTASIA’S POV

Club? More like a house party. I let out a long breath and scanned the room as bodies pressed together, laughter ricocheting off the walls, a sticky throng warmed by cheap perfume and spilled drinks. I still didn’t know why he’d dragged me here only to abandon me. Isaac was everywhere and nowhere at once, going around with other women and letting them lean into him the way moths cling to a porchlight. Bullshit.

Being here only made it worse. It hammered brutally that what I wanted was ridiculous. He wasn't looking at me. He was looking at them. God, I had been such a fool to let myself hope. To imagine a cousin could want me like that.

I rolled my eyes and lifted my drink like it might steady me. I’d tell myself to forget him, to maybe forget him, but forgetting didn’t come easy when every laugh and tilt of his head tugged at something raw inside me. Forgetting Isaac Hayes felt like trying to forget a song stuck behind my teeth. Impossible.

“Hey.” A hand settled behind my shoulder and I jerked, turning on the reflex.

“Hey.” My answer came too quick and my eyes slid over him, cataloguing the dark jacket and smile. I remembered. Isaac had introduced us when we arrived. Jake Colton. 

I laughed, the sound a small, surprised thing. “You’re Jake?”

He grinned. “Yeah. You remembered?”

“You were the only one he introduced me to.” I lifted an eyebrow.

He cocked his head. “Lonely?”

I inhaled, sharper than I meant to. “Not really. But I wouldn’t mind if you’d drink with me.” I tucked my glasses up the bridge of my nose like an anchor.

The room felt blurry at the edges, the drink pinning a warm haze to my skin. Conversation with Jake started easy, smooth like sliding along the surface of a slippery floor. I could feel a presence at the other end of the room, though. Those green eyes glued at me but they were not my problem, I told myself. He’d brought me here and left me to be ogled by women I would never match. They were in his league. I wasn’t, cause right now. He was hot cake. Pretty boys were always hectic. 

“So, Ana,” Jake said, nodding toward the back of the house. “Wanna join me?”

“The pool?” I blurted, half-laughing. “I— I have a fear of water. I don’t—”

“We’re not going to swim. Maybe we could catch up?” He smiled, and something in my throat loosened. 

I let my voice slide into a shade lower, more playful than I felt. The drink, maybe, but I was sure it wasn't Jake.

He reached for me, hand drifting close and then it stopped. An arm wrapped around his wrist. I glanced sideways. Isaac was there with his jaw tight and those fucked eyes narrowed.

“That’s enough,” he said, clipped.

“Come on, man. She still wants to hang,” Jake laughed, but my attention was fixed on Isaac. 

Isaac looked at me. “Do you?”

I opened my mouth to answer and he turned back to Jake. “She doesn’t. Leave. While I’m asking you nicely.”

Jake’s smile thinned. “She’s just your cousin. She can make her own decisions.”

“I’m fine. You don’t need to act like this,” I protested, but my voice wavered when his piercing gaze found mine.

He was eight years older than me. Believe me, those gazes were piercing and I shrank instantly.

“What's wrong with you, man? She's just your cousin, not your girl!” Jake snapped and almost immediately Isaac’s fist found his cheek. He punched him so brutally. Jake staggered back, a grimace breaking over his face.

“I said that’s enough!” Isaac growled.

The music paused, and the whole house was focused on us. This was so embarrassing. My head cleared in an instant. I reached for Isaac, my fingers finding his arm.

“Isaac!” I called. He spun on me. His eyes were hot and furious and then, before I could register it, he gripped my wrist and hauled me upstairs.

A door slammed. He swung it shut behind us and the world narrowed to a single room and his breath. “What the fuck, Ana?” he barked.

I blinked, so stunned and indignant. “I—what are you doing? You were the one who dragged me here! I should’ve been home. Why would you bring me to a party like this and then leave me alone while you...” My words tumbled out faster than I meant. “Let those girls touch you? Let them kiss you? And I can’t even...” The sentence broke on a breath I hadn’t planned to take.

He scoffed and his jaw went tight. “Good girl?” He sounded bitter, with a hint of dangerous amusement that flickered behind his eyes. “You can’t wait to be kissed? Wait to be fucked?” he snapped, and the words stung.

I frowned, feeling my face tighten. “What’s wrong with that? You had all those girls touching you. Why can’t I?”

“What?” He sounded incredulous.

“What were you expecting me to do?” The words tumbled out before I could stop them. “Sit here and watch you kiss or fuck those girls? I shouldn’t even be here. And now you act like I can’t breathe without your permission. What?”

Silence dropped like a thick curtain shielding light.

“So you wanted to make out with him because you were jealous of me? That’s pathetic.” He laughed and they sounded like a brittle thing. “What then? Did you want me to pick you instead? To fuck you instead of them?”

“Yes!” It escaped me before I even thought. My chest heaved. The room tilted. Heat and embarrassment rushed to my face.

Then his angry face softened but for a fraction of a second and then a smile that didn’t reach his eyes tugged at one side of his mouth. Like we both realised something even in the silence. It was silent, but it screamed. 

"You think I didn’t notice?" he murmured. "You put on that good girl act for your parents, for my mom. But not for me, Snow. Those looks they give you away. I can tell when you’re staring. I can tell what goes on in that mind of yours, even now."

Hearing him say it made something inside me both bloom and crack.

ANASTASIA’S POV

"You think I didn’t notice?" he murmured. "You put on that good girl act for your parents, for my mom. But not for me, Snow. Those looks they give you away. I can tell when you’re staring. I can tell what goes on in that mind of yours, even now."

Hearing him say it made something inside me both bloom and crack.

"Well, nobody is here, Snow. I'll ask again, are you a virgin? Or do you have some boy knocking you off?" 

My gaze tightened. "What if I do?" 

He frowned and released immediately, "then I won't be able to do this," he said and before I could think, his large hands clasped around my neck. I stumbled back, but his other hand caught my waist, tugging me back to him.

Shit.

I groaned against his lips crashing, and seizing my lips in brutal force. My eyes gaped wider as I felt his hands grab my butt squeezing it so tight while he kissed me so hard that I could barely breathe.

His grip on me was merciless, but the worst part was how my body didn’t resist. 

It leaned into him, traitorously hungry for more. My lips burned under his and my lungs starved for air and yet the ache in my chest was nothing compared to the heat pooling low in my stomach.

When his mouth finally tore away, I gasped, dragging air into my lungs as quickly as possible only for it to shatter again when his tongue flicked against my throat, hot. His hand stayed firm around my waist, pinning me, while the other slid lower, cupping me as if he already owned every secret part of me.

“Answer me,” he growled against my skin, his teeth grazing the hollow of my collarbone. “Because if no one’s had you… Snow,” his fingers pressed harder, “then I’ll be the first. And the last.”

I shuddered. The rush of shame and desire tangled until I couldn’t tell them apart.

His mouth claimed mine again until I couldn’t tell where his breath ended and mine began. My body felt like it wasn’t mine anymore, the way it responded, arching, trembling and craving every press of him.

In a blur, Isaac lifted me effortlessly and tossed me down onto the bed. The mattress dipped beneath my weight, but before I could catch my breath, he was looming over me while stripping his shirt away in one fluid motion.

My eyes betrayed me, raking down the lines of his chest. His lean muscle flexed with every movement until I froze at the ink etched by his left breast. A tiny shape like infinity. My throat tightened. I wanted to ask but his voice cut through the storm of my thoughts.

“Tell me one of those sick fantasies you’ve had about me, Snow.” His words were mocking but there was something else there too, like a dare.

Heat flared in my face, crawling down my neck. I opened my mouth, but the words tangled on my tongue. My heart slammed against my ribs so hard I thought he could hear it.

His lips curled into a smirk as he leaned closer, so close I could taste the heat of his breath. 

“Don’t act shy now. You think I don’t know?” His hand slid up my thigh making my pulse stutter. “Every time you looked at me… you were imagining this.”

“Yes,” I whispered, so faint I almost hoped he hadn’t heard it. But the gleam in his eyes told me he had.

“If you want to be a good girl,” he murmured, his lips brushing my ear, “then spread those legs for me.” His voice was low and I felt the words more than I heard them sliding down my spine, curling heat deep inside me.

My breath shuddered as I obeyed, parting slowly under him.

"You know, Ana. Good girls don't dream about fucking their cousin. They don't have these sick fantasies like you do." His lips trailed down my neck so warm making me shiver with every kiss lower, lower, until he hovered above my chest.

I could only watch him with my wide-eyed eyes and when his hand came up to cup my breast. His rough palm pressing through the thin barrier of fabric. With one sharp tug, he freed me and the cool air hit my bare skin at the same moment his eyes locked with mine.

The sight alone unraveled me.

He leaned in with his mouth parted. The hot pull of his lips around my nipple tore a moan from me. My head fell back, arching into him as pleasure shot through me. 

His tongue flicked and sucked with a rhythm that made my thighs tremble, while his other hand rolled and teased the other peak until I thought I’d lose my mind.

“Isaac—” the name broke from me on a gasp.

His mouth was relentless, sucking harder, then easing, only to circle my nipple with his tongue until my breath broke in stuttered gasps. 

My fingers tangled in his hair without thought, tugging, holding. So desperate for something I didn’t even have words for. But Gosh, I was doing it. My fingers were in his hair. My cousin's hair.

When he finally lifted his head, my chest rose and fell wildly, every nerve in me stretched taut. He didn’t look away, not once. His eyes pinned me, dark and burning, while his hand squeezed and kneaded until I whimpered from the raw ache between my legs.

“You like that, don’t you, Snow?” he murmured, his lips brushing the skin his mouth had left marked. “You like me ruining you like this.”

Heat shot through me along with shame and hunger twisting tight. I couldn’t speak or even deny him because I wanted more, so I only nodded with my cheeks flaming and my body betraying me with another arch into his touch.

His smirk curved before he captured my lips again, dragging me into another bruising kiss. 

His tongue swept mine fiercely while his hand stayed tangled in the fabric around my breast tugging and exposing more of me to him.

And I let him. God help me, I fucking let him. I let my damned beautiful cousin.

His mouth left mine only long enough to whisper against my ear, “Get naked.”

The words hit me like fire so blunt and so commanding, that my damned body reacted before my mind could. 

My fingers fumbled at the straps of my dress, pushing it down until cool air brushed against bare skin and I was left exposed beneath his gaze. My heart thudded so violently I thought it might break free.

Isaac’s eyes darkened as he looked at me like a predator savoring the sight. Then he moved lower, his weight shifting on the mattress until he was between my thighs. His hands parted my thighs slowly. The rush of heat there made me tremble, part fear because I shouldn’t be doing this and part an unbearable anticipation. Hell, I wanted it. I was aching for him already.

“Isaac,” I whispered, my voice shaking.

“Yes?” he answered without looking up, his eyes were fixed on the thin scrap of lace still covering me. Slowly, he hooked his fingers into the fabric and peeled it away.

I shivered as he kissed down one thigh and then the other. His lips scorched trails that made me ache everywhere. When his gaze finally lifted back to mine, his mouth curved into that infuriating smirk.

I tried to close my legs, shame and nerves knotting tight inside me, but he only chuckled so amused. “Don’t Snow.”

His hands were almost gentle, as he pushed my knees apart again bit by bit until I was open for him, trembling, wet, and aching so badly it hurt.

And the way he looked at me, so hungry and unrelenting made the shame burn hotter than the pleasure.

ANASTASIA’S POV

His hands were almost gentle, as he pushed my knees apart again bit by bit until I was open for him, trembling, wet, and aching so badly it hurt.

And the way he looked at me, so hungry and unrelenting made the shame burn hotter than the pleasure.

His breath ghosted over me, hot and maddening, and every nerve in my body screamed with anticipation.

“Look at you,” Isaac murmured, dragging a finger along the slick heat between my thighs. I jolted at the touch, my lips parting on a gasp. His eyes lifted briefly, catching mine before returning to the place that had me shivering with both fear and need.

Then his mouth was on me.

The first stroke of his tongue made my hips jerk and a strangled moan tore from my throat. My fingers shot to the sheets, clutching tight but the fire only spread when he sucked hard and his tongue circled and flicked until I was trembling under him.

“Oh! God, Isaac!” I cried, arching helplessly as his hands held me down.

He chuckled at me. The vibration shot through my core and then he licked deeper and slower, savoring every reaction I couldn’t hold back. 

“Stay open,” he ordered, his voice was rough between licks and his fingers pushing my thighs wider. “Good girl.”

The words sent me spiraling. His tongue moved faster until I was panting and my back bowing off the bed with my body chasing every flick of his and every ruthless pull of his mouth. I didn’t care if I broke. I only wanted more.

And when his eyes finally lifted, locking with mine as his tongue flicked over me again, I thought I might shatter completely.

I was already so close, my body wound so tight it felt like a single touch more would send me spiraling over the edge. My thighs trembled and my chest heaved. Every moan that broke from me only seemed to amuse him.

“Isaac. Please!” My voice cracked on the word.

But instead of giving me relief, he pulled back, his lips glistening, his tongue flicking once more before leaving me empty. A whimper escaped me at the loss.

He smirked, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand as his eyes lingered between my legs. “Not yet, Snow. You don’t get to come until I say so.”

The command hit me harder than his mouth had. My body burned, aching with denial, but the way he looked at me as if I belonged to him in that moment had me trembling for more.

Then, agonizingly, he kissed the inside of my thigh, then the other, his hands keeping me spread. His mouth came close, so close that I could feel his breath again, but he only pressed one light kiss against my swollen skin and pulled back just enough to watch me writhe.

“You’re soaked. Is it for me, snow?” he murmured with dark satisfaction dripping from his tone. 

My hands dug into his hair, frustration and need tangling until I thought I’d explode and all I could manage was a whispered and broken, “Yes.”

And when he chuckled low in his throat, I knew he wasn’t anywhere near finished with me. I was glad.

I thought he would leave me on fire forever, but then without warning his mouth was back on me.

I gasped as his tongue dragged through my folds and circled me. He licked me slowly at first, savoring until I was a quivering mess beneath him. Then he pressed harder and faster, his tongue flicking mercilessly while his lips sealed around me in a pull so intense it ripped a cry from my chest.

“Isaac! oh, God!” I writhed against his hold but his hands were firm, pinning my hips down and forcing me to take every stroke of his mouth. He groaned into me, low and hungry, as if my taste was his undoing, and the vibration made me shudder all over.

He broke away just long enough to breathe against me. “Keep your legs open for me, Snow. Don’t you dare close them.”

Then his tongue slid inside me deep and thrusting before retreating to circle my clit again. The switch made me scream and my body arching in ways I couldn’t control.

I was wet, aching and lost with every lick, every suck winding me tighter, until I felt like I was unraveling in his mouth.

“Yes. Yes. Yes!” I cried, grabbing his hair and riding on his tongue.

His eyes flicked up catching mine, and he smirked against me before sucking harder, his tongue working in ruthless rhythm. The world tilted and fucking blurred, and I could only moan his name over and over and as pleasure crashed through me like waves threatening to drown.

I couldn’t hold it back anymore. Every flick of his tongue and every ruthless pull of his mouth was driving me higher until my body felt like it was going to snap.

“Isaac. Please. I can’t.” The words broke apart, choked with sobs of pleasure.

He didn’t stop. He only sucked harder, his tongue circling me perfectly, dragging me over the edge whether I wanted it or not. His grip tightened on my thighs, holding me wide, holding me still and forcing me to open as my body shattered in his mouth.

"Oh. Oh! Oh. Shit!" I groaned hard.

The orgasm ripped through me. My back arched off the bed with my cries filling the room. I felt my legs tremble uncontrollably as waves of heat rolled through me. 

I couldn’t breathe. I couldn’t think and all I could feel was him devouring every last tremor and drinking down every pulse of my release as if he owned it. I rolled my hips, riding with my pleasure and the flicker of his tongue.

When the rush finally broke, I collapsed against the sheets with my chest heaving and skin slick with sweat. My body still twitched with aftershocks, but Isaac stared so interestingly. 

He lifted his head slowly. Oh, his mouth was glistening with me. Then, his tongue flicked once across his lips as his eyes burned into mine. That triumphant smirk curved his mouth.

“Tastes even better than I imagined, Snow.”

The shame hit me almost as hard as the pleasure had, but underneath it was the terrifying truth. I wanted more of him. 

I tried to push myself up to hold him still trembling from the aftermath but before I could rise. Isaac pressed me back down, his weight pinning me to the mattress. His mouth crushed mine deep and the taste hit me instantly. It was me.

“Taste yourself,” he growled against my lips, forcing the kiss deeper. My eyes flew wide as shame and heat collided, but I couldn’t stop. 

The salt-sweet flavor lingered between our tongues until I was dizzy with it.

When he finally tore his mouth from mine, he was breathing hard, chest heaving. His eyes burned as he looked down at me, and his words rumbled like a threat. “I’m dying to know how that sweet pussy feels.”

I froze, my heart hammering as he shifted back onto his knees at the foot of the bed. 

He stayed there for a moment. while his fingers slid to his belt. The metallic sound of it coming undone echoed louder than my pulse.

My breath caught as his hands moved lower, to the waistband of his pants. He paused just long enough to look at me and that wicked smirk curving his mouth when he caught the startled, wide-eyed fear on my face.

“Never had a cock before?” he asked softly, almost mockingly, leaning close enough that the heat of his words brushed my skin. His eyes glinted with dark amusement as he whispered, “You look frightened.”

God help me I was. But the ache was worse.

My throat was dry, my pulse frantic as his fingers worked at the button of his pants, sliding the zipper down. The sound made me shiver and every second dragged out like a lifetime.

Then he pushed the trouser down, freeing himself.

My breath caught hard as I saw him. Thick, long, heavy as his hand wrapped around him. The sight alone made my stomach twist. He stroked himself once so lazily with his eyes never leaving mine, as if watching every flicker of shock across my face aroused him even more.

I swallowed, unable to look away. He was big. The thought of him inside me made my thighs tense.

Isaac’s smirk deepened. “So fucking innocent, huh?” he murmured, sliding his thumb over the tip before releasing himself.

Shame and anticipation collided until I didn’t know if I wanted to run or beg him to keep going, but I knew one thing for sure. I needed to feel him. Maybe once?