A loud slap echoed through the room and Cajetan’s head snapped to the side. Grace’s breathing was ragged and a bright red mark slowly appeared on his cheek.

“Don’t you think? Hm?”

Cajetan grabbed her arm roughly and pulled her towards him.

“Let me go!”

“Here. Look.”

In the dimly lit room, he pulled her firmly towards the mirror in the corner, gripped her chin tightly and lifted it.

The woman reflected in the mirror was a mess. Her hair was dishevelled, her dress crumpled and askew, her br*asts almost bare. Her red eyes and swollen lips added to the raw, unguarded image.

“Take a good look at yourself, Sister-in-law.”

Holding her body steady, he pulled her dress up roughly, exposing her still wet p*ssy despite earlier attempts to clean it. His fingers slid inside her p*ssy.

“Stop… please… ah!”

Her legs buckled under the sensation as his fingers pinched the sensitive flesh that still hadn’t settled.

“Look closely. You have the face of someone who is feeling so good that she could die from it.”

Cajetan murmured as his skilled touch brought Grace back to the brink.

“Haah, ahhn…”

The woman in the mirror was unbearably lascivious. Even as tears streamed down her face, her body writhed in pleasure, a sight so debauched it was overwhelming.

Every time Grace tried to close her eyes, Cajetan sank his teeth into her neck, biting hard.

“You’re close, aren’t you?”

He whispered, as if he already knew. His fingers moved faster inside her, stirring her depths.

“Ah, no, stop… I hate it… hngh!”

“Your insides are trembling, sister-in-law. Do you feel it? No matter how much you squeeze my fingers, no sperm will come out. Or… are you hoping for something else to fill you?”

The harder she tried to resist, the greater the waves of pleasure that washed over her.

Shaking uncontrollably, Grace reached another climax. As his fingers slipped from her smooth walls, strings of her *rousal stretched and clung, glistening in the dim light.

“Ah, I really can’t hold back anymore.”

“Wait… ah, no! Ah!”

Even as her insides trembled uncontrollably, something hard and stiff thrust into her again. The wet sound of flesh meeting flesh echoed through the room, filling it once more with moans and heavy breathing.

***

Grace stopped, leaning against the wall for support.

“Haah…”

Her legs shook, though she couldn’t tell if it was from the intense act they had just shared or the terrifying weight of his words.

“The more I touch you, the more I want to make you mine.”

That was what Cajetan had said.

She had thought he would get bored of her after one or two times. But instead he had whispered in her ear that the opposite was true – that he only wanted her more.

Grace was his sister-in-law. Their relationship was already fraught with guilt, compounded by the fact that she was a married woman. But they were bound together by family ties that made their connection even more damning.

She feared what Cajetan might do next. Others might not see it, but the Cajetan she knew was a man who would not hesitate to use any means necessary to get what he wanted.

His relentless advances, the way he touched her so boldly and made s*x with her seem like nothing out of the ordinary – it all reinforced that fact.

What could he do to get her? Break off her marriage to his brother? Or worse…

“No, that’s impossible.”

But if there was any other way, apart from exposing her as a depraved, adulterous woman, it would be his brother’s death.

She shook her head vigorously, trying to rid herself of the dark thoughts, but the sense of foreboding refused to leave her heart.

For Grace, both outcomes were equally devastating. To become a woman scandalised for her wanton behaviour after marrying into a foreign family, or to become a widow.

She bit her lip hard, frustration building inside her. The worst part was knowing that being careful wasn’t enough with someone like Cajetan.

Cajetan was a force of nature. No amount of preparation could completely protect her from him, and there was no telling how he might crash into her life next.

“Honey.”

Velenus’ voice cut through her thoughts. Grace quickly composed herself, hiding her turmoil behind a calm facade.

Still, she couldn’t help the lingering discomfort of the slick sensation between her legs, where traces of Cajetan remained.

“Were you going back to your room?”

“Ah, yes…”

He offered a warm smile as he led her to her room. His soft voice filled the air as he recounted the events of the day, but Grace only half listened, her mind elsewhere. Eventually she blurted out, breaking the flow of his words.

“Be careful.”

“Pardon? What do you mean?”

Grace bit her lip, nervous and worried. He might think she was mad. But she couldn’t let it go without saying something – Cajetan had already expressed his desire for her in no uncertain terms.

“Cajetan… I mean him.”

“My brother?”

“Yes.”

Velenus blinked, as if processing her words, before finally chuckling.

“Honey, you needn’t worry about Cajetan.”

“He’s dangerous.”

“If my brother had ambitions for the throne, something would have happened long ago.”

“It’s not that…”

Grace hesitated, the words catching in her throat.

How could she explain? How could she reveal the storm Cajetan had brought into her life without revealing everything?

Her unease gnawed at her, but the weight of silence threatened to crush her even more.

How could she say with her own lips that Cajetan wasn’t after the throne, but after his sister-in-law?

Grace’s lips parted slightly, but the words wouldn’t come out. No one had noticed that Cajetan was playing with her – or worse, that he had certain “feelings” for her.

“I’m uncomfortable with him.”

“There’s no reason to be uncomfortable.”

“He could do harm.”

Velenus laughed heartily, as if she’d just told an amusing joke.

“Don’t worry. While it’s true that succession battles are common in other countries, Cajetan and I get along well.”

“Don’t laugh. I’m serious. Honey, that man is dangerous.”

He smiled softly and kissed her cheek – the same cheek Cajetan had kissed and licked several times before.

“All right, since you’re so worried, I’ll be careful.”

It was painfully obvious that he wasn’t taking her seriously. Not even a little.

Why? Why couldn’t anyone see the true nature of that man? Her whole body trembled.

The side of Cajetan he was only showing her frightened her, and the thought of what might happen to her husband filled her with dread.

Her underwear clung uncomfortably to her thighs, sticky and damp.

“Don’t be so afraid.”

Velenus said with a casual smile, completely free of suspicion or concern.

She felt a wave of anger rise at his nonchalance. She wanted to say that his brother was a horrible beast. But there was nothing Grace could say. Nothing at all.

She knew that only too well.

“Please be careful. I beg you.”

She struggled to find the words, then closed her eyes tightly.

All she could do now was hope – pray – that Cajetan’s words had been nothing more than a terrible joke.