"Your brother thinks he's untouchable, doesn't he?" He'd whispered it against my ear while I lay pinned beneath him. "Let's see how untouchable he feels watching his baby sister scream under me."
I bit through my own tongue to keep from making a sound. I wouldn't give him ammunition to use against Hudson.
When silence didn't break me, he found other methods.
By the time he was done, there wasn't an inch of skin below my neck that wasn't bruised, burned, or bleeding.
Now, in the restaurant, my brother's face had gone cold.
"She only wanted money?" Hudson's lip curled. "How is that different from whoring herself out? Disgusting."
He picked up his wine glass.
"Women like that are a dime a dozen. God knows what diseases she's carrying." His gaze slid to Noah with thinly veiled contempt. "But I suppose you've never been picky about what you put in your mouth."
"Just a reminder, Mr. Delgado. You're young, but carrying on like this... be careful. You might catch something nasty."
Noah's smile didn't reach his eyes. "You're right. I really don't take care of myself, do I?"
His gaze drifted past the decorative ficus and landed squarely on me.