Pan quickly got ready for college and moved through the private wing.Christina's door was locked. Of course it was. She always left early, but today it felt personal. The bitch had run for her life.Good. Let her sit in class with the memory of my hands still burned into her ass. Let her fantasize what else I'll do to her the next time we're alone.The kitchen island adventure was only the beginning. Pan could already imagine other ways to humiliate his sister's holy spirit.Gemina's wing was silent. She had gone off on her usual round of shopping and lunch with the other wives who lived off their husbands' accounts.Tanya's door stood open on an empty room. School had taken her at seven, the only Osborne who left the house without an argument.Downstairs, the ballroom doors were propped wide. Two hired men were carrying in folding tables for tonight, walking straight over the floor Pan had waxed at six that morning, leaving grey scuffs the length of the room.Pan would be doing that

Pan tilted his head at the lady butler and grabbed her strong military chin. She had just slapped him across the face, and he could still feel the burn.This woman had been the closet monster throughout his childhood and haunted him even now."I am your master from now on. Accept that or don't. If you don't, you will go to prison. You can choose."Evelyn swallowed. The wine theft was what Pan could prove today. She had taken eleven bottles and Clara's testimony would be enough for Gregory.However, a real investigation would not stop at the cellar. She had buried more than liquor bottle corks, and an audit would drag the rest of it into the light with the receipts.Evelyn lifted her eyes, pride still sitting in them even after the calculations had beaten it."You are my master. I am your servant."Pan grinned. This was the woman who had made him count the lashes out loud and started at one again when he lost the number.For eleven years she had stood in the dominant position where he

Rachel winced as if a mosquito had bitten her, and she still did not know why. She was too busy sneering at the bullied boy while rubbing against her boyfriend.Pan had a ten-second window to give the order, and he used it."Kiss me," he said, looking into her eyes. "Like it's the end of the world."The people closest to the lockers were still smiling at the paint-thinner line. Carl had his mouth open for the next joke.Then Rachel's eyes glazed over and her pupils blew wide, and the grins in the row died.She let go of Carl's jacket. Her heels clicked on the tile as she stepped in.The hall went quiet because the picture was wrong. Carl's jaw dropped. He reached for her elbow and his fingers closed on air."Rachel. The fuck are you doing?"She did not answer him. One hand locked on Pan's jaw. The other fisted the front of his shirt and yanked him down and into her.Rachel's lips hit his hard. The lipstick was cherry balm, wet and slick, which smeared across his mouth on the first pre

A tremor ran down Evelyn and she killed it before it reached her hands. Prison scared her more than a room full of guests. That was the only reason she was still taking orders from the boy she used to whip.Pan did not wait for the yes. He sat on the staff chair against the wall and snapped his fingers once, the same way she treated her subordinates. He was using her own training on her.An assistant butler came toward her with a look that said the west doors needed a decision. She lifted two fingers roughly and sent him away. Then she took a deep breath and went around behind the chair.The lady butler stooped. Her hands found Pan's collar as if the job were real. Her chest hit his back first, heavy and hot through both shirts, then slid onto his shoulder.The sound she made on contact was small and she tried to swallow it.Pan did not move his hands. He let both juicy breasts sit packed against the jacket for half a minute until his cock thickened against the seam of the trousers.E

Christina nodded reluctantly.Pan started at the foot because that was what he had in his hand, then the ankle, then the calf, pressing slowly, looking for the place that would make her hiss.Christina sucked in a breath through her teeth and bit down on it. Perhaps she was recalling the morning, bent over the kitchen island with his hands on her butt cheeks.Her calf was slender and hard from running. Shaved. Warm. Smooth.Pan liked the landscape of his sister's leg and did not hide that from himself.She could have pulled away. Crawling up these stairs in that dress, in front of her church people, was worse. So she let him have the calf.His hand reached the knee. She had not said it hurt yet. Then she snapped the leg back.Christina's face went tight the way it had right before she threw the cufflinks at his chest earlier that day."That's enough. Leave me here. Call a nurse or a doctor."Pan's mind was already made up. "I think your thigh is hurt. Let me see."The girl shook her h