"Is that what you want, Melissa?" he growled, his lips barely an inch from hers. "You're always playing your little games... but this time, you might not like how it ends."
Melissa tilted her head slightly, her eyes narrowing in that familiar, calculating way she always had. She was still trying to play it cool, trying to keep up the facade, but her body was betraying her. The way her chest rose and fell just a little faster, the flush creeping up her neck—it was all too telling.
"Maybe I will," she whispered, her voice softer now, but laced with something dangerous, something she hadn't expected to feel. Her gaze flicked down to his lips, then back up to his eyes.
He looked her dead in the eyes, his breath brushing against her lips. "What happened to waiting until marriage?"
Melissa's smirk faltered, just for a second, before she recovered. "Maybe I've changed my mind," she whispered, her voice laced with that same teasing edge, but now there was something more—a challenge, an invitation.
Dick raised an eyebrow, his hand slipping lower down her waist. "Is that so?" His grip tightened, pulling her closer, their bodies almost pressed together. "And here I thought you were still the saint of the family."
Melissa let out a soft laugh, but it didn't quite reach her eyes. "Things aren't always as they seem, little brother." She shifted, her body brushing against his in a way that made his pulse quicken. "You, of all people, should know that."
His lips curled into a dark grin. "Oh, I know." His fingers slid under the hem of her blouse, brushing against the bare skin of her stomach, feeling the way she tensed at his touch. "But are you ready to prove it?"
Her breath hitched, her eyes darting between his. The amusement in her gaze was still there, but so was the uncertainty. "Are you saying I haven't proved enough already?" she whispered, her voice soft, almost breathless.
Dick's grin widened. "Not even close."
In a swift motion, he grabbed her wrist and spun her around, pressing her face against the pillar with enough force to make her gasp. His body loomed over hers, his grip firm but not painful, just enough to keep her pinned. Her chest rose and fell quickly, her breath coming in short, shaky bursts as her eyes met his.
He pressed himself against her, his cock filling the gap between her cheeks. Melissa gasped, her body instinctively pressing back into him. "So eager, little brother," she purred, her voice dripping with sarcasm, though it cracked slightly with the heat between them. "Oops, calling you 'little' in this situation doesn't seem apt."
Dick chuckled, his breath hot against her ear. "Careful what you say, sis. I might take that as a compliment."
His hands slid down her waist, gripping her firmly as he ground his hips into her, feeling the curve of her ass pushing back against him. Melissa bit her lip, a soft moan escaping as the heat between them ignited, her body betraying her calm, teasing facade.
His fingers slid further up her thighs, inching closer to the warmth between her legs. Melissa squirmed slightly, her body reacting despite the sharpness of her tongue. He could feel her pulse quickening, her breath catching in her throat as his touch grew bolder.
"You sure about this, sis?" he murmured, his voice low, teasing. "You're practically shaking."
Melissa's response was delayed, her body betraying the composure she clung to. "You think too much," she whispered, the edge in her voice faltering as his fingers grazed the dampness beneath her skirt.
Dick smirked, his breath warm against her neck. "I don't need to think when your body's answering for you."
Melissa bit her lip, stifling a gasp as his fingers slid over the soaked fabric of her panties. The heat radiating from her core was unmistakable, her body craving more even as her mind fought to maintain control. She arched her back slightly, pushing against him.
"You're enjoying this way too much," she breathed, her voice barely above a whisper.
Dick chuckled softly, his fingers moving in slow strokes, teasing her through the thin fabric. "You're the one pushing back against my hand, sis."
Melissa gasped, her hands gripping the pillar behind her as Dick's fingers found her clit. "Fuck," she whispered, her voice shaky.
Leaning over her ear, almost licking, he whispered, "Not yet, sis."
Melissa shivered, her breath catching in her throat as she felt his words brush against her skin. Dick's fingers stilled, resting lightly against the soaked fabric of her panties. Her legs trembled, as she bit her lip, trying to hold back the whimper threatening to escape.
"You want me to keep going?" he asked, his voice low, teasing.
Melissa didn't answer immediately, her body betraying her with the way she pushed her hips back, seeking more contact. "No," she finally whispered, her voice shaky, barely audible.
Dick's demeanor changed so suddenly that it took Melissa a second to register. He stepped back, putting a distance between them. "Okay," he said simply, his tone flat.
Melissa froze, her eyes widening in disbelief. She sharply turned toward him, her expression caught between shock and frustration. Had he really just stopped? Just like that? After everything, he was going to step back with just one word?
She blinked, still processing his reaction. "What... are you doing?" Her voice carried an edge, but it cracked slightly, betraying her confusion.
Dick smirked, shoving his hands into his pockets as if the last few minutes hadn't happened at all. "You said no." His tone was matter-of-fact, almost indifferent.
Melissa's eyes narrowed, and she took a step closer, her lips pressing into a tight line. "That's it? You're just going to stop?" There was an accusatory note in her voice now, like she couldn't believe he had the audacity to pull back after she'd been so clearly into it.
He shrugged, his smirk widening just enough to needle at her irritation. "Yeah. I'm not that desperate, Melissa." His words were calm, but the challenge in them was unmistakable.
Melissa's fists clenched at her sides, a surge of frustration bubbling up. Was this a game? A test? She was the one who always toyed with him, controlled the narrative. Now, he was flipping it. And she hated that it was working. Hated that her pulse was still racing, that her body was still on edge, craving something he had just snatched away.
Her gaze hardened, but she kept her voice steady. "You think you're so clever, don't you?" she hissed, stepping closer again, trying to reassert control. "Like I don't see what you're doing."
Dick just smiled, not moving from his spot, his arms relaxed. "What I'm doing?" he echoed, his tone mocking. "I'm just giving you exactly what you asked for."
Melissa's face flushed, but not from embarrassment—this was something deeper, something that struck at the core of the game she'd been playing for years. "You're full of shit," she snapped, her voice sharp now. "Argh! Fucking asshole." She stomped her foot, her anger palpable, and turned on her heel, marching away in frustration.
She was so desperate for his touch, but she wouldn't ever admit it, or beg for it. Dick wouldn't have that. If Melissa really wanted him, she'd have to come to him on his terms. She'd have to learn how to ask for what she wanted.
As she stomped away in frustration, Dick let his smirk drop. He didn't need to chase after her. If there was one thing he'd learned, it was that people like Melissa always came back. They couldn't stand being denied what they wanted, and Melissa—of all people—hated the idea of not being in control. But control was exactly what Dick had just taken from her, and she'd have to crawl back when she realized there was no other way to get it back.
He watched her retreating figure disappear into the darkness, the slight sway of her hips as she fumed silently. For all her posturing, her frustration had laid her bare.
Good.
With a lazy sigh, Dick turned away, slipping his hand into his mouth, tasting the faint traces of Melissa on his fingers. "Delicious," he muttered, the flavor lingering. His mind wandered, curious. 'Is she really a virgin, I wonder?' He'd always thought she had fucked others at the side, while keeping Daniel on a leash with promises of a perfect first time after marriage.
But she really might be a virgin, he thought. The idea was exciting. He'd never been with a virgin before; the nature of his system required cuckolding, and so far, it had only been with people who'd already had sex with their partners.
But if Melissa was a virgin? What would Daniel feel if he were to pop Melissa's cherry right in front of him? The thought made Dick's grin stretch wider. Daniel, the loyal puppy, always trailing after Melissa like she was some unattainable goddess. The idiot had no clue that Melissa was already on the verge of giving in, teetering on the edge of her own desires. To take that moment, to claim her while Daniel watched, helpless and broken—that would be the ultimate victory.
Dick chuckled to himself, imagining the look on Daniel's face when he realized he'd waited all these years for nothing. That the girl he thought he'd spend the rest of his life with had given everything to Dick instead. The humiliation would be exquisite.
Tonight, she slipped. That flicker of frustration, the way her body had reacted to his touch—it was all the confirmation he needed. She wanted him. She might not admit it yet, but her body had already betrayed her.
The real question was, how far could he push her? Would she break completely, or would she find a way to crawl back into her own little world of control, pretending this had never happened? Either way, Dick wasn't worried. He had time.
Walking back toward the mansion, Dick caught sight of a figure moving near the side entrance. He slowed his pace, curiosity piqued, until he recognized the silhouette. It was Jessica, slipping out of the house, clearly trying to avoid being seen. Her movements were hurried, almost frantic, like she didn't want anyone to know where she was going.
Dick stopped, watching her from the shadows. She glanced around nervously before disappearing down the side path that led toward the guest house. He frowned, but was interested. What was she doing sneaking around like that?
Without a second thought, Dick followed her, keeping his steps light and his presence hidden. Jessica's figure was barely visible ahead, her hurried steps leading her deeper into the property.
When she reached the guest house, she paused, looking over her shoulder one last time before slipping inside. The door clicked shut behind her, and Dick's curiosity grew. What was she doing there? Who was she meeting?
He waited a moment, making sure she wasn't aware of his presence, before moving closer. The guest house had always been a secluded part of the estate, rarely used except for the occasional guest or when someone needed privacy. The perfect spot for a secret rendezvous.
Dick approached the window, crouching low to peer inside. The curtains were partially drawn, but he could see enough to make out the dimly lit interior. Jessica was pacing back and forth, her phone in her hand.
He leaned in closer, careful not to make any noise as he observed her. Suddenly, the door to the guest house opened, and a second figure stepped inside. Dick's eyes narrowed as he recognized the newcomer—Giselle, the girl Jessica had just blamed for her breakup with Ryan. The girl Jessica had supposedly caught "cheating" with her ex-boyfriend.
But if Giselle was here, meeting with Jessica in secret, then...
Dick's smirk widened. Of course. Jessica wasn't the victim at all. This had been her plan all along.
The pieces fell into place quickly. Jessica had orchestrated the whole thing, using Giselle as a scapegoat to publicly humiliate Ryan, to get rid of him without taking any of the blame.