Chapter 7: Like a Shadow

As the evening loomed back at home I found myself sitting on the sofa alone, a book in my hands yet my thoughts anywhere but the page. Outside, the sun surrendered to the horizon, hues of crimson and violet bleeding into the twilight, painting a story that my frayed morality interpreted as a looming temptation. I was becoming a creature suited to the night, the cover of darkness. I wanted to indulge more.

My mind raced with the intoxicating images of Matti—the enchanting scent he left on me continuing to send shivers down my spine as I fantasised about our next touch. The thought that my own brother could elicit such primal carnal warmth in me was a delicious torment I couldn’t help but revel in.

My lustful spiral, however, was abruptly severed by the sudden presence of my father, interrupting my sanctuary. He loomed in front of me, a smirk dancing on his lips, completely oblivious to the wicked undertones of my thoughts.

“Look at you.” His amusement and paternal pride seemed almost mocking. “Young and free and sitting alone on holiday.”

“Aren’t we supposed to be relaxing?” I retorted, shifting my gaze from the book up to him, the slightest spark of defiance igniting in my chest.

“I just mean, why not take Matti and go enjoy some of the local nightlife?” He was completely unaware of how his words awakened my desires again. Each word leading Matti deeper into the Lion’s den.

“Nightlife?” My voice feigned innocence as it fluttered, each syllable charged with lust. My skin flushed hot under the weight of his suggestion, bursting with anticipation.

“Yeah, there’s a beach-front club we passed—it looked fun.” The enthusiasm in his voice made my heart race, the implication spiraling with wicked possibilities. He rummaged through his pocket, pulling out crumpled notes. “Here, in case you two don’t have enough.”

Blushing, I accepted the cash, the guilt prickling at my core as I tucked it into my shorts—my father unknowingly funding the very depravity I craved.

“T ... Thanks.” I answered, stuffing the notes into my shorts.

When I got up I felt like I was floating, almost angelic as I approached Matti’s room. A delicate knock on his door.

His eyes widened as he opened the door, it was cute how he’s still so coy when he sees me after what we’ve been doing.

“Dad said ... we should go to the club.” I pushed past him, enjoying the crisp AC in his room, looking around at the site of sin from the previous night, the bedsheets still messy.

When I turned back to face him, I was taken aback by the fierce intensity in his gaze, his hungry eyes undressing me. He closed the distance, pressing me against the wall as his lips captured mine in a savage urgency. His hands explored with fervent desperation, fingers kneading my softness as he lifted me against him, breathing hot against my mouth.

“Let’s go then?” His voice was thick with desire as he pressed his toned chest against my breasts, needing to merge our bodies, to feel the heat of his sister so electrifyingly near. There was no mistaking the desire in his voice, like he was becoming addicted to my deviousness—I loved it; the attention, the obedience. it was like the apple of Eden, forbidden, yet the intoxicatingly sweet.

The humid night air vibrated with the intoxicating pulse of music radiating from the club, a beachside bar styled like a cozy wooden hut, alive with laughter and frenetic energy—a den of temptation.

As I led Matti toward the entrance, I noticed he looked out of his element, shifting uneasily as we passed couples passionately kissing against the sun-kissed walls. A soft blush crept onto his cheeks, a sweet reminder of how flustered he still was after everything we’d shared.

I grabbed his wrist possessively, tugging him toward the throbbing heart of the club. “Let’s go—this looks like fun!” My eyes burned with exhilaration, manic with possibilities, as we stepped inside. Colourful strobe lights pulsated through the darkness, cutting streaks of vibrant colour across a sea of bodies, all writhing to the hypnotic beat—I was entranced.

A shiver of thrill crept up my spine as realization settled in—here, we were free; we could indulge in our darkest desires without fear of being discovered. A mischievous smirk curled my lips as I turned to Matti, wrapping my arms around his neck, rising on my toes to capture his mouth in a daring kiss.

His eyes widened in shock, threatening to pull away as my warm lips grazed against his. But I returned for more, deepening it with fevered hunger and desire. Suddenly, I felt the jolt of his body pushing me back, making me stagger slightly, confusion flooding my senses as hurt gnawed at my stomach.

“Why did you do that?” I asked, smoothing down my clothes, holding back a swell of emotions.

“Are you crazy ... in front of all these people?” he barked, scanning the room with an anxiety that radiated from his hunched shoulders. I could sense his unease, but at the same time, his reaction felt like a cold blade between my ribs. Was he that ashamed?

“Fine! If you want to be like that you might as well go home!” I got up close to his face, enough to smell his sweat as I snarled at him, my voice laced with venom; anger and passion igniting my words. I wanted him to stay, but I refused to beg for it.

Turning on my heel, I sauntered into the club, knowing his gaze would follow my every move, like a moth caught in a flame. Those innocent charms I wore were my weapons; he was mine, and I would coax him back into my clutches.

At the bar, I spotted two willing victims—a pair of drunk boys, their laughter slicing through the atmosphere, handsome Mediterranean types with pitch-black hair, stubble accentuating sharp jaws, muscles rippling beneath tight T-shirts.

I approached them with sultry confidence, my feet slightly sticking to the floor as I swayed my hips, relishing the thrill of their attention. “Hello, boys, I’m thirsty.” I squeezed myself between them, leaning against the bar, their eyes fixating on me with wolfish hunger.

“Can we get you a drink?” One leaned closer, his thick Greek accent rolling off his tongue like honey, while his friend shot him a wink.

“Sure, I’ll take a blue moon,” I said, turning, my back to the bar, my body language beckoning them closer. A practiced smile danced on my lips as I glanced back at Matti, who leaned against a pillar, a scowl marring his youthful features as he fought to avoid my gaze. I couldn’t help but smile; he was easy to toy with.

I felt the cold kiss of the glass on my shoulder as one of the boys slid the cocktail glass towards me, “Enjoy, Miss” He flashed a smile, leaning closer.

“My my, if you get me enough of these I don’t know how I’ll get home.” I teased, wrapping my sanguine lips around the straw, sipping deeply. As I drank, their hands hovered dangerously close, inching toward my sides, like hungry wolves guarding their kill. Boys are so simple.

I kept my eyes on Matti as idle chatter flowed around me, feeling the eyes of my brother burning into my side. A rush of excitement sparked in my veins—this was the thrill I craved. I could see the tension building, the jealousy in his posture igniting a fire within me. I needed him to act, to show me that primal urge simmering beneath his surface.

Leaning toward the boy on my left, I deliberately pressed my chest against him, letting heat radiate as I gazed up, my lips glistening with the cocktail. I shifted my gaze to his friend, my body weaving a sultry dance— a siren beckoning her prey.

“Are you just going to stand there?” I purred, my voice almost a groan as I rolled my hips against the unsuspecting boy’s torso, his cologne wrapping around me like a fog, intoxicating and overwhelming.

The boys exchanged glances, mouths agape at my boldness, and wasted no time closing in, closing the gap between us. One boy pulled me closer, locking me in place with his forearm. I watched with a stifled moan as his muscles pressed into the pliable flesh of my exposed belly. The other boy moved in, his knee moving between my legs, breath hot and mingling with mine.

This was supposed to be a game to lure Matti back, but I couldn’t deny the thrill coursing through me at their attention, a rush of adrenaline as they treated me as their prized possession. My heart raced—a giddy anticipation unfurling like wildflowers in spring.

The music pulsed, the pounding rhythm setting fire to our bodies intertwined like serpents, slithering in an erotic dance. Just as I relished the moment, I sensed a familiar presence—Matti—his scent cutting through the haze of desire and reverie.

The cold void at my side shattered my bliss as one boy stumbled backward, startled. Matti surged forward, grabbing the collar of the nearest boy before pushing him down against a stool with a grunt.

“What the fuck!” the Greek boy raged, scrambling to his feet, but Matti was quicker, pushing him down again, a furious finger thrusting in warning. “She’s mine!”

My pulse quickened as the words spilled from him, igniting an overwhelming mix of excitement and arousal. I pressed forward, eager to bridge the distance, only to feel the grip on my waist tighten, holding me hostage.

“Let go!” I shouted at the boy who held me, his expression a mix of anger and confusion as he stalked forward to confront Matti. Watching them struggle over me sent a thrill through me, fear blending with something deeper, a twisted need to be claimed, to be fought over.

Before it could escalate, the burly bartender loomed behind the bar, his presence commanding.

“No fighting! Or you’re all out!” he thundered, silencing the brawl with his iron-clad authority that echoed through the club.

All three turned toward me, faces flushed with raw emotions—frustration, excitement, and possessiveness swirling like a storm around us. Before I could speak, Matti’s hand shot out, grasping my wrist with a fierce intensity.

“Come on, you brat!” he growled, dragging me toward the entrance, the grip feeling like a chain binding us together. I stumbled along behind him, excitement flooding my veins as I turned to wag my tongue at the sore losers behind the bar, giddy and breathless as we burst into the cool night air.