You Killed My Brother, Now You're Mine

Chapter 1

Isabella's POV

His lips moved over mine, slow and gentle at first, teasing, exploring. Then, the kiss deepened, turning urgent, hungry. His hands roamed my body, pulling me closer, making me shiver under his touch. The heat between us was intoxicating, making my heart race as he trailed soft, wet kisses down my neck.

I melted into him. Every touch, every breath he took against my skin sent a shudder through me. I wanted him-no, I needed him. No one had ever made me feel this way before.

"I love you," I whispered in his ear, my voice barely audible, my heart pounding.

A slow smile tugged at his lips. "Tonight, I'll show you that I'm a man. I'll make you scream my name," he murmured, his voice low and sultry. "Are you ready?"

I bit my lip, teasingly dragging my fingers over his toned abs. "I'll be waiting," I said, my voice laced with anticipation.

Without another word, he lifted me effortlessly into his arms, carrying me to the bed. His touch was both rough and tender, sending waves of electricity through my body. My breath hitched as he lowered me onto the mattress, his weight pressing against me in the most delicious way.

His hands caressed my body, tracing every curve as if memorizing me. I gasped when his lips found my skin again, trailing kisses lower, lower-until all rational thought escaped me.

My moans filled the room as pleasure coursed through me, his touch setting my body on fire. I arched against him, lost in the sensation, the overwhelming need consuming me.

But in the midst of it all, a thought lingered at the back of my mind. Was this love? Or just another temporary escape?

I had always been alone. My parents had abandoned me and my younger sister, Ashley. They were wealthy, but money never filled the emptiness they left behind. I had to grow up too fast, taking care of Ashley while they lived their lives as if we didn't exist.

Tonight, I had told the housekeeper to watch her-I wouldn't be coming home. I needed this. I needed him.

His fingers moved with expert precision, making me gasp. My body tensed, ready to unravel, and when I did, he didn't hesitate.

"So sweet," he whispered against my skin, his tongue tracing where his fingers had just been.

"F-fuck me," I begged breathlessly, my body trembling from the intensity of it all.

His eyes darkened with desire as he pulled out his length. I had seen it before-felt it before-but every time, it still amazed me.

"God, you're perfect," I murmured, my fingers trailing down his chest.

He positioned himself at my entrance, teasing me before finally pushing in. A sharp gasp escaped my lips as he filled me, stretching me completely.

We had always done it raw. He liked it that way. Afterward, I'd take the necessary precautions to prevent any surprises.

"Go faster," I whimpered, gripping the sheets beneath me.

His thrusts became more urgent, more desperate. The pleasure was unbearable, my moans uncontrollable. The heat between us built to an unbearable peak until, finally, we both came undone, collapsing onto the bed, breathless and spent.

I turned to him, touching his face, tracing the sharp angles of his jaw. "Did you enjoy it?" I asked softly.

He nodded, but something felt... off. His answer lacked the warmth I expected.

"Do you love me?" I whispered.

His hesitation was almost imperceptible, but I noticed it.

"Of course," he said, but the words felt hollow.

A strange feeling settled in my chest-something I couldn't quite place.

He soon drifted off to sleep, but I lay awake, staring at the ceiling, my mind racing.

I heard a noise.

A whisper.

At first, I thought I was imagining it. But then, I heard it again-low and urgent.

I turned my head. He was gone.

Confusion turned to unease as I quietly slipped out of bed, following the sound. My heart pounded in my ears as I crept toward the door, pressing my ear against it.

And then, I heard his voice.

"I'm sorry, babe. I don't like her. She's just a sexmate-someone I use to pleasure myself."

The words sliced through me like a knife. My breath caught in my throat.

No.

No. I didn't just hear that.

But I did.

My entire world tilted as I stood frozen in place, listening to the man I had just given everything to, confessing that I meant nothing to him.

"It's you I love. Please don't leave me," he continued, his voice desperate.

A hot tear slipped down my cheek. My hands trembled as I reached for the doorknob.

I couldn't stop myself.

I pushed the door open.

He stood there, phone pressed to his ear, his back turned to me. He didn't even realize I was there.

"That's all I am to you?" My voice came out hoarse, barely above a whisper.

He spun around, his expression shifting from shock to guilt.

"Isabella-"

"That's all I was? A fucking sexmate?" My voice broke. "Everything you said to me... it was all a lie?"

His lips parted, but no words came out.

I shook my head, stepping back. "I gave you everything, and you-" My voice cracked as anger replaced the devastation. "You fucking bastard."

I turned away, grabbing my bag with shaking hands.

"Please, babe. I didn't mean it-"

I yanked my arm away before he could touch me. "Don't. Don't fucking touch me."

My chest rose and fell rapidly as I stormed toward the door, my mind a whirlwind of betrayal, heartbreak, and disgust.

And then-

My phone rang.

I barely heard it over the sound of my own shattering heart.

I swallowed hard before answering. "Hello?"

A pause. Then, a voice I didn't recognize.

"Isabella?"

"Yes?"

"I'm sorry, but we need you to come to the hospital immediately. Your parents... they've been in an accident. It's critical."

My breath hitched.

"You need to get here as soon as possible."

The words felt distant, unreal.

"No," I whispered. My vision blurred. "No, this isn't happening."

A long silence. Then-

"They... they're gone. I'm so sorry, Isabella. Your parents are dead."

The phone slipped from my hand.

I felt the floor beneath me disappear.

And then, nothing.