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“So do I.”

The admission surprises me.

Samuel looks toward the fire. “He was my brother in every way that mattered,” he says. “I owe him more than I can repay.”

“Then you understand.”

“Yes.”

The answer should reassure me but it hurts instead.

I fold my arms over my stomach. “I can’t hurt my father. I can’t look at his face and break his heart.”

Samuel’s jaw flexes. “And I won’t ask you to.”

There’s no anger in his voice. No argument.

That makes it worse.

He steps around me, putting distance between us. The cabin suddenly feels colder.

“What happens now?” I ask.

“I keep you safe.”

“And after that?”

His hands find my waist, fingers splaying possessively over the dip of my hips. “Sophie⁠—”

I cut him off by pressing my lips to his, my tongue slipping between his parted lips before he could protest. I know I shouldn’t do this. I know I’m betraying my father. But my body is stronger than my mind. The thought of never being with Samuel again is not something I can commit to in this moment no matter who gets hurt.

He groans into my mouth, his hands sliding up to tangle in my hair, pulling just enough to make my scalp tingle. The kiss deepens, our breaths mingling, hot and desperate. I can feel his cock hardening against my stomach, thick and unmistakable even through the layers of fabric.

“We don’t need a plan for this,” I whisper against his lips, my voice husky with need. “We need to just let ourselves feel this. At least for today.”

Before he can argue, I shove him backward onto the couch, my thighs straddling his waist as I pin him down. His eyes darken with hunger, his hands grip my thighs hard enough to leave marks. “Sophie,” he growls, “we shouldn’t⁠—”

“Stop,” I command, grinding my pussy against the hard ridge of his cock through his trousers. A sharp gasp escapes me at the friction, my clit throbbing instantly. “Samuel, I need you.”

His breath hitches, his hips jerking involuntarily against me. “Fuck,” he hisses, his voice rough with restraint. “You’re gonna ruin me.”

I grin, dragging my nails down his chest as I reach for his belt. “Good.” I unbuckle it with trembling fingers, my pulse hammering in my throat. His zipper groans as I pull it down, and then his cock is in my hand—thick, veiny, the head already glistening with pre-cum. I stroke him once, twice, marveling at how he fills my palm.

“Fuck, Sophie,” he moans, his head falling back against the couch. “You’re gonna kill me.”

“Not before I get one last night with you,” I purr, positioning myself over him. I lift the shirt he gave me to wear just enough to free my pussy, the cool air making my skin prickle with anticipation. I am soaked, my thighs slick with arousal. I grip his cock, guiding him to my entrance, and the moment the head breaches me, we both groan in unison.

“Oh, fuck,” I whimper, sinking down inch by inch, my walls stretching to accommodate his girth. He is everywhere—filling me, stretching me, making my vision blur at the edges. “You feel so good,” I gasp, my nails digging into his chest as I bottom out.

Samuel’s hands seize my hips, his fingers digging into my flesh as he forces me to still for a second, letting me adjust to his size. “Christ, Sophie,” he grits out, his voice strained. “You’re so tight. So wet.”

I rolled my hips experimentally, the new angle making my clit scream in pleasure. “Mmm, you like that?” I tease, grinding down harder, my tits bouncing with each movement. “You like how I take you?”

“Fuck, yes,” he snarls, his hips bucking up to meet mine. “Ride me, baby. Ride me like you mean it.”

I obey, setting a punishing pace, my ass slapping against his thighs as I bounce on his cock. The sound of our bodies slapping together fills the room, wet and obscene, mingling with our ragged breaths and desperate moans. “Oh, God,” I cry, my head falling back as pleasure coils tighter in my core. “I’m gonna come, Samuel. I’m gonna⁠—”

“Not yet,” he growls, his hands leaving my hips to grip my breasts through the shirt, squeezing hard. “I want you to cum on my cock when I say so.”