CHAPTER 4.SOUR DESIRE.

ANASTASIA’S POV "You think I didn’t notice?" he murmured. "You put on that good girl act for your parents, for my mom. But not for me, Snow. Those looks they give you away. I can tell when you’re staring. I can tell what goes on in that mind of yours, even now." Hearing him say it made something inside me both bloom and crack. "Well, nobody is here, Snow. I'll ask again, are you a virgin? Or do you have some boy knocking you off?" My gaze tightened. "What if I do?" He frowned and released immediately, "then I won't be able to do this," he said and before I could think, his large hands clasped around my neck. I stumbled back, but his other hand caught my waist, tugging me back to him. Shit. I groaned against his lips crashing, and seizing my lips in brutal force. My eyes gaped wider as I felt his hands grab my butt squeezing it so tight while he kissed me so hard that I could barely breathe. His grip on me was merciless, but the worst part was how my body didn’t resist. It leaned into him, traitorously hungry for more. My lips burned under his and my lungs starved for air and yet the ache in my chest was nothing compared to the heat pooling low in my stomach. When his mouth finally tore away, I gasped, dragging air into my lungs as quickly as possible only for it to shatter again when his tongue flicked against my throat, hot. His hand stayed firm around my waist, pinning me, while the other slid lower, cupping me as if he already owned every secret part of me. “Answer me,” he growled against my skin, his teeth grazing the hollow of my collarbone. “Because if no one’s had you… Snow,” his fingers pressed harder, “then I’ll be the first. And the last.” I shuddered. The rush of shame and desire tangled until I couldn’t tell them apart. His mouth claimed mine again until I couldn’t tell where his breath ended and mine began. My body felt like it wasn’t mine anymore, the way it responded, arching, trembling and craving every press of him. In a blur, Isaac lifted me effortlessly and tossed me down onto the bed. The mattress dipped beneath my weight, but before I could catch my breath, he was looming over me while stripping his shirt away in one fluid motion. My eyes betrayed me, raking down the lines of his chest. His lean muscle flexed with every movement until I froze at the ink etched by his left breast. A tiny shape like infinity. My throat tightened. I wanted to ask but his voice cut through the storm of my thoughts. “Tell me one of those sick fantasies you’ve had about me, Snow.” His words were mocking but there was something else there too, like a dare. Heat flared in my face, crawling down my neck. I opened my mouth, but the words tangled on my tongue. My heart slammed against my ribs so hard I thought he could hear it. His lips curled into a smirk as he leaned closer, so close I could taste the heat of his breath. “Don’t act shy now. You think I don’t know?” His hand slid up my thigh making my pulse stutter. “Every time you looked at me… you were imagining this.” “Yes,” I whispered, so faint I almost hoped he hadn’t heard it. But the gleam in his eyes told me he had. “If you want to be a good girl,” he murmured, his lips brushing my ear, “then spread those legs for me.” His voice was low and I felt the words more than I heard them sliding down my spine, curling heat deep inside me. My breath shuddered as I obeyed, parting slowly under him. "You know, Ana. Good girls don't dream about fucking their cousin. They don't have these sick fantasies like you do." His lips trailed down my neck so warm making me shiver with every kiss lower, lower, until he hovered above my chest. I could only watch him with my wide-eyed eyes and when his hand came up to cup my breast. His rough palm pressing through the thin barrier of fabric. With one sharp tug, he freed me and the cool air hit my bare skin at the same moment his eyes locked with mine. The sight alone unraveled me. He leaned in with his mouth parted. The hot pull of his lips around my nipple tore a moan from me. My head fell back, arching into him as pleasure shot through me. His tongue flicked and sucked with a rhythm that made my thighs tremble, while his other hand rolled and teased the other peak until I thought I’d lose my mind. “Isaac—” the name broke from me on a gasp. His mouth was relentless, sucking harder, then easing, only to circle my nipple with his tongue until my breath broke in stuttered gasps. My fingers tangled in his hair without thought, tugging, holding. So desperate for something I didn’t even have words for. But Gosh, I was doing it. My fingers were in his hair. My cousin's hair. When he finally lifted his head, my chest rose and fell wildly, every nerve in me stretched taut. He didn’t look away, not once. His eyes pinned me, dark and burning, while his hand squeezed and kneaded until I whimpered from the raw ache between my legs. “You like that, don’t you, Snow?” he murmured, his lips brushing the skin his mouth had left marked. “You like me ruining you like this.” Heat shot through me along with shame and hunger twisting tight. I couldn’t speak or even deny him because I wanted more, so I only nodded with my cheeks flaming and my body betraying me with another arch into his touch. His smirk curved before he captured my lips again, dragging me into another bruising kiss. His tongue swept mine fiercely while his hand stayed tangled in the fabric around my breast tugging and exposing more of me to him. And I let him. God help me, I fucking let him. I let my damned beautiful cousin. His mouth left mine only long enough to whisper against my ear, “Get naked.” The words hit me like fire so blunt and so commanding, that my damned body reacted before my mind could. My fingers fumbled at the straps of my dress, pushing it down until cool air brushed against bare skin and I was left exposed beneath his gaze. My heart thudded so violently I thought it might break free. Isaac’s eyes darkened as he looked at me like a predator savoring the sight. Then he moved lower, his weight shifting on the mattress until he was between my thighs. His hands parted my thighs slowly. The rush of heat there made me tremble, part fear because I shouldn’t be doing this and part an unbearable anticipation. Hell, I wanted it. I was aching for him already. “Isaac,” I whispered, my voice shaking. “Yes?” he answered without looking up, his eyes were fixed on the thin scrap of lace still covering me. Slowly, he hooked his fingers into the fabric and peeled it away. I shivered as he kissed down one thigh and then the other. His lips scorched trails that made me ache everywhere. When his gaze finally lifted back to mine, his mouth curved into that infuriating smirk. I tried to close my legs, shame and nerves knotting tight inside me, but he only chuckled so amused. “Don’t Snow.” His hands were almost gentle, as he pushed my knees apart again bit by bit until I was open for him, trembling, wet, and aching so badly it hurt. And the way he looked at me, so hungry and unrelenting made the shame burn hotter than the pleasure.