ANASTASIA’S POV

“Kenny is your guest,” he said, his voice dangerously low and calm. “It’s up to you to let her stay. Unless…” His fingers slid higher up my arm. “Unless you want her to know how good you get fucked by your cousin. You want her to hear you scream my name?”

My breath stuttered, and I looked up at him. Those green eyes, usually soft when they found me, looked like shattered glass now. He was furious but underneath it, I could feel the heat of something else. Was ...