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Unwanted Tension
I stood frozen in front of my bedroom door, my heart pounding wildly.
"Move," a deep voice commanded from behind me.
I turned around.
Daniel stood there, his white shirt slightly rumpled, sleeves rolled up to his elbows, revealing his toned forearms. His jaw was clenched, eyes sharp—trapping me in place.
"Tch. Do you always block the way like this?" He smirked, his tone laced with mockery.
I wanted to respond, but my throat felt dry. My breath hitched as he stepped closer, his body almost brushing against mine.
"You're always avoiding me," he whispered, his voice grazing my skin. "Do you hate me that much, sis?"
His fingers touched my chin, tilting my face up to meet his gaze.
"It's not—"
Before I could explain, his lips crashed onto mine.
A firm, dominant kiss. Heat surged through me as I struggled, but his hands gripped my waist, pulling me flush against his hard chest.
"Let—go!" I pounded his chest, but he only deepened the kiss.
When he finally pulled away, my breath was ragged. His eyes gleamed with satisfaction.
"Next time, don't tempt me," he murmured before walking away, leaving me shaken.
Damn it.
This is wrong. I know that.
But why is my heart still racing?
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Marked
I could still feel the lingering heat of his lips, burning like an unforgivable sin. Clenching my fists, I made my way to the kitchen, hoping a glass of cold water would clear my head.
But that hope shattered the moment I saw him.
Daniel leaned against the kitchen counter, one hand holding a glass, the other tucked casually into his pocket. His gaze locked onto me the second I entered, as if he had been waiting.
I turned on my heels, ready to flee.
Too late.
His hand wrapped around my wrist, spinning me around until my back was pinned against the counter.
"Why are you running, baby sis?" His voice was low, teasing. His breath ghosted over my neck, sending a shiver down my spine.
"D—Don't call me that," I pushed against him, but he only leaned down, lips hovering over my skin.
Then—I felt it.
His lips.
A gentle kiss.
Then firmer.
I gasped as his teeth grazed my neck, leaving a heated imprint that made my knees weak.
"D-Daniel, stop—" my voice trembled.
He pulled back slightly, only to admire his handiwork. His fingers traced the spot where he had marked me.
"You look better like this," he murmured, satisfied.
I wanted to be angry. Wanted to slap him. But my body refused to move, paralyzed by the intensity in his gaze.
"Don't even think about covering it up," he warned before strolling out of the kitchen—leaving me breathless.
Damn it.
What just happened?
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The Forbidden Frame
[Daniel's POV]
I sat on the edge of my bed, one hand gripping a glass of bourbon, the other holding my phone. The dim screen illuminated my face in the darkened room.
I pressed play.
The video began.
Her room. Dim lighting, curtains drawn, and in the center of it all—her.
My little sister.
Not by blood, but still, that boundary should exist.
Should.
But that boundary blurred the night I first tasted her lips.
On the screen, she stood in front of the mirror, her fingers slowly pulling down the zipper of her dress. Her shoulders bared, inch by inch of her pale skin coming into view.
My heartbeat quickened.
She had no idea I was watching. No idea about the tiny camera I had placed on her bookshelf, capturing every little movement.
Her shirt slid to the floor, leaving her in—
I exhaled sharply, gripping my phone tighter.
The screen displayed something I shouldn't see.
Something that should make me turn away.
But instead, I watched.
The delicate curve of her back, the way the dim light danced on her smooth skin. She brushed her hair aside, revealing even more.
Damn it.
I shut my eyes briefly, trying to regain control.
But the temptation was too strong.
My fingers hovered over the screen, tracing her silhouette as if I could feel her through the cold glass.
A soft sound came from the recording—a quiet sigh as she stretched, exhausted from the day.
I bit my lip.
Too far, Daniel.
I pressed stop, tossing my phone aside before my thoughts could spiral further.
But I knew one thing for sure.
I wasn't deleting that video.
And this… was only the beginning.
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A Dangerous Game
[Ariana's POV]
I sat at the dining table, trying to focus on the food in front of me. The aroma of creamy pasta filled the room, but my appetite was nonexistent.
Because of him.
Daniel sat across from me, eating leisurely, as if nothing had happened. As if I couldn't still feel the heat of his lips on my skin—the mark he left behind.
Then, I felt it.
Something warm.
Fingers.
Sliding against my thigh.
I stiffened, nearly dropping my spoon. My eyes snapped to him, searching for an answer.
He didn't look up.
He simply twirled his fork in his pasta, a faint smirk tugging at his lips.
Damn it.
I tried to pull away, but his grip tightened. His fingers moved, slow and deliberate, pressing lightly over the fabric of my skirt.
"Eat," he said casually, voice calm. As if he wasn't doing something completely inappropriate beneath the table.
I bit my lip.
"Daniel, stop," I hissed under my breath, careful not to alert Aunt Clara.
Finally, he turned his head, meeting my eyes with that unreadable gaze.
"Why?" His brow lifted, tone playful. His fingers remained, teasing, tracing patterns that sent heat rushing through me.
I clenched my jaw, my breathing uneven.
"Let go," I whispered.
He chuckled—then finally withdrew his hand.
I let out a shaky breath, thinking it was over.
But before I could relax, he leaned in slightly, whispering just low enough for only me to hear:
"Don't tempt me, baby sis."
His voice was barely more than a breath, yet it sent a chill down my spine.
I gripped my spoon tighter, realizing one thing.
This game had only just begun.