Chapter 11

I approach the massive, aged oak door and unlock the dark room. I lower her from my shoulder and push her inside, quickly locking the door as she desperately pounds on it, trying to get out.

"No, Samuel... please, don't leave me here alone!" she pleads, sobbing and banging frantically.

I leave the basement, ignoring her cries and tantrums. Luara has the behavior of a spoiled child. Whenever something upsets her or gets out of her control, she acts behind my back.

I walk through the corridors until I reach the entrance hall. I activate the tracker and wait for Tatyana's phone location to appear. As soon as it shows up, I see she’s at John’s house.

"Just what I needed. What is my brother doing with her?" I think.

Internally, knowing they’re together at his house already makes me uneasy and furious. John, with his patient and helpful demeanor, always loves to annoy me.

I head to the car and drive to his house.

***

John hugs me and kisses me as our bodies prepare to unite slowly. His sweaty body presses against mine with passion, and the tender way he explores me leaves me eager to have him inside me.

"You’re confusing my mind, John Colt…"

John smiles shyly, and I feel the urge to ask him so many things, but I can’t ruin this intimate, minimalist, and yet profound moment. His kiss grows desperate, tasting every part of my lips. I slide my hands along his back. Anxiously, he lays his body over mine, rubbing his rock-hard cock against my wet entrance. I crave the pleasure he will give me.

John pulls away and opens the nightstand drawer, grabbing a condom. He looks at me, and I can tell he wants to ask something but seems hesitant.

"What is it you want to know, John?" I ask softly.

He smiles, kisses my cheek, and finally voices his concern.

"Have you been with my brother? Just to avoid any risks here."

A sympathetic smile forms on my lips at his friendly way of asking. If it were Samuel, he’d probably say something absurd. I know it’s wrong to think about that arrogant man in this moment, but it feels inevitable.

"I was with him earlier. I hope he got me pregnant on the first try so I can go back to my life. I only agreed to this arrangement for my father—my only family."

"Hey, Taty, your father is safe," John says, kissing me before tearing open the condom and quickly putting it on.

He positions himself between my legs and slowly pushes his cock inside me. His movements are calm and sensual as he tenderly kisses my lips. This man is completely different from the type I’m usually drawn to. His touch is gentle, even loving. His cock slides in so deliciously and slowly that irrepressible moans escape my lips. John leans down and starts licking around my rosy areola. He picks up the pace as I let excitement take over my senses.

"Oh, John, so good!" I whisper as my body tenses.

The touches become hot and intense. Just as he’s about to give in to pleasure, we hear a loud knock on the door. Startled, I cling to his body, and we exchange confused glances.

"Damn, it’s Sam. He’s going to be furious; I don’t know how to deal with him right now."

Before John can pull away from me, Samuel bursts into the room. He’s dressed in an elegant black suit, glaring at us with rancor and aggression.

"Seriously, John?" he asks sarcastically.

For the first time, my heart races, a cold chill spreading through it. John holds my hand, and we get up from the bed. He positions himself in front of me as Samuel’s fiery gaze takes in our naked bodies. The ruthless man leans against the white wall, pulling a cigarette pack from his pocket. Our eyes lock intensely as he lights the cigarette with infuriating patience. Then, Samuel reaches behind his back and pulls out a gun. He checks if it’s loaded before unlocking it.

"Why did he grab that gun? What is Samuel Colt planning to do?" I wonder.

John quickly puts on his underwear and approaches his brother, who aims the gun at him. The deafening silence breaks as Samuel pulls the trigger. The gunshot reverberates through the room, and my heart pounds wildly. The bullet hits John’s leg, and he clutches the wound to stop the bleeding.

"You’re insane, Samuel!" John snaps angrily.

I move to help him, but John raises a hand, signaling me to stay put. I obey, standing frozen where I am. He doesn’t seem fazed by Samuel’s actions, which makes me think. Was he trying to challenge him, to see if his brother would actually kill him? The arrogant man breaks the silence, his deep voice hitting us like a punch.

"The next time this happens, I’ll shoot your balls off so you’ll never father children."

Samuel strides toward me, grabbing my arm roughly.

"Wait, Samuel, I’m naked. I need to get dressed."

I manage to pull my arm free, and he shoots me a warning look, daring me to challenge him.

"Now you care about clothes? I bet a slut like you, who sleeps with everyone, doesn’t mind walking out naked," he snaps, harsh and cruel.

Rage floods me like an avalanche, overwhelming my heart. Without thinking, I slap Samuel Colt hard across the face. Instinctively, he touches the spot, and the stunned look he gives me makes it clear no one has ever dared to do that.

"I’d rather be a slut who sleeps with everyone than willingly sleep with you!" I shout angrily, knowing my words are empty and only meant to hurt him as he does to everyone around him. "Unlike you, I know how to respect people," I finish, gathering my clothes from the floor.

For the first time, I see him speechless. I’m not sure if that’s a good sign, but I’ll probably find out soon enough. John looks shocked, and I feel I may have crossed the line.

I finish picking up my clothes and head for the exit. John calls after me, but I ignore him, feeling sad and upset. I need time to think. I put my clothes on as I walk to the car and get in. Samuel comes out shortly after, and I see him yelling at John, who’s still clutching his injured leg.

I realize I’ll have to deal with the arrogant man.

"Damn, I’m in trouble, and how will I pretend not to enjoy it? All I want is to be with him!" I think.

Samuel Colt strides toward the car, his gaze intense. His soul-devouring look excites me. I immediately confirm that I’m utterly screwed. This ruthless man has complete control over my indecent thoughts and the fire that burns uncontrollably inside me.

Despite my heightened sexuality, this man surpasses and dominates all my desires completely. The arrogant man gets into the car without saying a word. I know he’s planning several audacious things with me. He starts the car and focuses on the road.