The Shattered Bond

Nadia Jahani leaned back in her leather chair, the city skyline glittering beyond her office windows. As the world-renowned therapist, she had spent centuries listening to mortal hearts, yet her own past clawed at her. Her brother Gin’s betrayal still burned. She remembered the cosmic clash vividly, his voice sharp with arrogance. “You always thought yourself above me, sister,” Gin had sneered, eyes flashing. “But tonight you become my wife.” Nadia’s laugh had been cold and cutting. “Your ambition outstrips your power, brother. I am no one’s possession.” The air crackled as he hurled the binding curse. She deflected it with a flick of her palm, the force knocking her backward, draining her strength. Shards scattered across realities, enslaving their kind. Gin lunged, gripping her hair, ripping away her silken top. His hands seized her breasts, thumbs circling her nipples until they hardened under his tongue. “Feel that, Nadia? You’re already wet for me.” She panted, sweating, yet her voice stayed steady. “You mistake survival for desire, Gin. My pussy aches for freedom, not your cock.” He shoved her legs apart, his hard length pressing against her dripping entrance. She arched, strong thighs clamping his hips, flipping their positions with cosmic grace. “If you want me, earn it.” Her fingers wrapped his throbbing cock, guiding him inside as she rode him with fierce control. He groaned, panting, while she ground down, her ass slapping his thighs. “You’re so tight, sister—fuck.” “Witty as ever,” she mocked, clenching around him. “But this is my choice.” She took him deeper, wetness dripping down his shaft. He came hard, cum pulsing inside her, but she denied her own release, banishing him mid-thrust into the white void. His hand branded her virgin skin with his mark. “I will have you as my wife one day,” he laughed. Nadia rose, body still humming, and whispered to the empty air, “The hunt for the curse’s key begins tonight—and no brother’s claim will stop me.”