Isabella's POV
The twins had been home less than twenty-four hours, and the house felt smaller.
Lately, my room has been my safe haven. My supposed bestie said she was going to come around her ignored her text, I was just so lost.
Dinner felt like work to me. All those tensions and unwanted attention were just suffocating.
With Dad causally talking about business, Camilla pouring wine with that the perfect hostess smile, Noah cracking jokes I didn't find funny, and Ethan watching everything like he was taking mental notes for later.
I barely tasted the food. Because every time Noah's knees brushed mine under the table or Ethan's gaze lingered too long on me, my skin remembered the night with Lila and Camilla. Then suddenly, the fork in my hand felt like thor's hammer.
I found Ethan in the hallway just outside my room, leaning against the wall like he'd been waiting.
"Hey," he said quietly. His deep voice vibrated in me.
"Hey."
He looked at me… like really looked, but not the casual glance, the one that says I see everything you're trying to hide.
"You've been acting weird since we got here," he said. "Noah's too loud to notice. I'm not."
I sighed and leaned against the wall, crossing my arms. "I'm fine. Why do everyone keep asking me this."
"You're not."
I rolled by eyes. "What do you want, Ethan?"
He stepped closer and lowered his voice "I saw you with Noah last night."
My jaw dropped. He kept going, not minding the shock on my face. "In the hallway. He kissed you. You kissed him back.
I felt my face turn red. "I—"
"I didn't interrupt," he said. "I watched."
I stared at him. He didn't look away, just locked eyes with mine.
"I've wanted to do that for years," he said, voice low and rough. "Kiss you. Touch you. But I never did. Because it's wrong. Because you're my sister, and because I told myself it would ruin everything."
I swallowed hard, my heart beat getting loud. "And now?"
"Now I'm tired of telling myself no." He stepped closer again. Close enough that I could smell her cologne, it was clean, different from Noah's sharper scent.
"I kept photos," he said. Caressing my cheeks with his thumb. "Of you, from family trips, from holidays. I never showed anyone. I just… looked at your beautiful face and… your lovely smile."
My breath caught.
"I wrote things," he continued. "Things I never sent. Things I never said out loud. I prayed every day you don't get a boyfriend, I can't stand another man staring at you."
He reached out and brushed his knuckles down my arm.
"I don't want to fight Noah for you," he said. "But I won't sit idle and watch him take what I've wanted forever."
I looked up at him, his eyes darkened. "I want you, Isabella," the way he said. "My name, I felt butterflies dancing in my stomach. "Tell me to stop,"he whispered.
I didn't, I couldn't. He had already ignited a fire in me.
He kissed me softly and lightly, almost careful. Like he was afraid I'd break. Then he went deeper with the kiss, his lios curlingon mine in a french kiss.
His hands slid to my waist, pulling me against him. I felt him. He was hard already—pressing into my stomach.
I moaned into his mouth. He broke the kiss and whispered in my ear. "Come to my room."
I followed. My mind blank at this point.
His door closed behind us with a quiet click. He backed me against the wall, kissed me again, harder and demanding. His hands went under my shirt, and I felt his palms on my bare skin. They were warm.
"You're shaking," he said.
"I know.' I said in a tiny voice, I didn't believe was mine.
"Scared?"
"Yeah… a little."
"Turned on?"
I laughed, shaky, though. "Fuck yes. A lot."
He smiled against my mouth. "Just what I want."
He pulled my shirt up and flung it away, then freed my bra. His mouth found my breast sucking passionately like a new born, tongue flicking over the nipple until I pressed into him. Wanting more
His hand slid down, under my shorts, finding me wet.
He groaned, a sound that made me wetter. "Fucked, Bella…"
He pushed two fingers inside me, fucking me slowly, his thumb rubbing my clit.
I whimpered. He kissed me quiet. "You're so wet," he whispered. "Are you thinking about Noah? Or me?"
"Both," I admitted. Then he growled low in his throat. And dropped to his knees, pulled my shots down and spread my thighs.
He mouth found my pussy. I cried out, running my hands through his hair. He licked long slow strokes, then sucjed my clit. Fingers still pumping inside me.
I was close to releasing. He looked up at me, his eyes still dark, intense.
"Come on my tongue," he said. "Let me taste you."
I couldn't help it, I shattered. Thighs shaking, broken moan tearing out as I came hard against his mouth.
He kept licking, but gently now. Then he stood up, kissed me, I teased myself on his lips.
He pulled back. "Look at me," I did. "I'm not done." He said.
He guided me to the bed, like a sheep to the slaughter. Pushed me down gently.
I watched him strip for me, his eyes never leaving me. He unzipped his jeans. His cock sprang free. Jezzz it was thick, hard bigger than my ex's dick.
He stroked himself once. Twice.
Then he climbed over me. "I'll stop now, if you tell me to," he whispered.
I didn't dare say a word. He entered me, slowly, pushing in inch by inch.
We groaned same time. He pulled out, head still. "You feel so fucking good," he said against my neck.
He thrust in again, and started moving, slow at first, but deep, rolling thrusts. Then he went harder, pulling out slowly, thrust in again.
I wrapped my legs around him. Met every thrust. He kissed me messy, while he fucked me into the mattress.
I came the second time, clenching around him, crying out his name.
He followed right after, groaning my name, his hips jerking as he spilled inside me.
We stayed like that, tangled and panting, our hearts beating in the same rhythm.
Then he rolled off, and hugged me against his chest.
"Sleep here tonight," he whispered.
I smiled and nodded.
But then we heard it, voice down the hall. It was Dad and Camilla, they were arguing about something. Their voices low and sharp.
We both listened.
Camilla's voice… cold, controlled."You think ai don't know what you've been doing?"
Dad's reply was too low to catch. Then Camilla again. "Be careful, Richard. You're not the only one keeping secrets."
Silence. Then footsteps coming closer. Ethan pulled me tighter, we held our breath. The footsteps passed and went downstairs.
We exhaled in relieve.
Ethan kissed my forehead. "We're not done," he whispered. "But we need to be careful. Try not to scream."
I smirked and made a face at him. We laughed.
But deep down I knew. Being careful wasn't an option anymore.
Not in this house.