Chapter 4

Isolde’s POV

Eric doesn’t give me a chance to refuse.

His hand locks around my waist and yanks me straight onto his lap.

I let out a startled cry as I lose my balance and end up straddling him. Before I can even process what’s happening, he grips my chin and crushes his mouth against mine.

He tastes like cedar and control.

His tongue forces its way past my lips while one big hand slides down my back and squeezes my breast hard through the dress. I can barely breathe. My brain is static.

Holy shit—this is Eric.

The same man who won’t even let anyone touch his jacket at home is now grinding me against him like he owns every inch of me.

And what’s happening below the blanket is even worse.

Caden is losing his goddamn mind down there. Stuck in that tiny space, forced to listen to every wet sound above him—he has to be furious. He opens his mouth and bites down hard on the softest part of my inner thigh.

“Ngh—!” The pain makes me jolt, but Eric swallows the sound completely.

Caden doesn’t stop at the bite. His rough, calloused fingers shove past the soaked edge of my panties and push straight into the mess between my legs. Two fingers. No warning.

He starts thrusting them in and out hard and fast, curling, spreading, fucking me with his hand like he’s punishing me for letting Eric touch me.

God, it feels so intense I can’t think.

My toes curl tight. My hips twitch helplessly against both of them.

Above me Eric is stealing every breath I have. Below me Caden is taking out his rage on my pussy. I’m trapped between my two stepbrothers and I have no idea how to survive this.

I dig my nails into Eric’s back just to keep from screaming.

If Mom walked out of the ballroom right now and saw this… she’d lose her mind. She’d call me a dirty little slut who threw herself at her stepbrothers the second she went into heat.

Eric feels how hard I’m shaking. He finally breaks the kiss.

I suck in huge, desperate breaths, eyes stinging and red.

He looks down at me and the corner of his mouth lifts in the faintest, coldest smile. Then his hand drops to his own zipper.

The sound of metal sliding open is obscenely loud in the closed car.

He frees himself, grips my waist with one hand, and forces me down until the thick, burning head of his cock is pressed right against my entrance—perfectly aligned, already nudging at the soaked, swollen rim.

I stop breathing.

He’s so big it doesn’t even feel real. One hard thrust and he’d split me open completely.

But Eric doesn’t move yet.

His breathing stays steady, almost amused. That calm, absolute control is somehow more terrifying than if he’d just slammed into me.

He keeps me balanced there, feeling the angry, restless shifting under the blanket and the way my thighs are locked tight with nerves.

Then he glances down at the unnatural bulge beneath the cashmere and a dark, wicked interest flickers in his eyes.

His voice is low enough that only the three of us can hear it.

“Looks like… we have an audience tonight.”

His fingers stroke slowly along the small of my back.

“Should I let him watch me fuck you… or should I pull him out and make him join?”