Natalia swallowed.
I felt it. Felt her throat work against the tension. Felt her body go rigid where I pressed against her back. She was trying so damn hard to stay composed.
Had to be killing her inside.
To everyone else, this looked innocent. Big brother helping his stepsister with archery. How sweet. How wholesome.
We both knew better.
That's what made it fun.
A soft sound escaped her throat. Not quite a moan. Close enough to make me grin against her hair. My fingers squeezed her hip. Hard enough to leave marks she'd feel later. When she was alone. When she'd remember exactly how this felt.
"Like this?" She pushed back against me. Slow. Deliberate. Her ass ground against my hardness.
Little tease.
"Perfect." I gave her hip one last squeeze. Then stepped back.
The absence of my body against hers hit different. I saw it in the way her shoulders tensed. The shallow breath she took.
But the game had rules. And I had other pieces to move.
Natalia released the arrow.
