Total pages in book: 109
Estimated words: 101796 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 509(@200wpm)___ 407(@250wpm)___ 339(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 101796 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 509(@200wpm)___ 407(@250wpm)___ 339(@300wpm)
“Did you think I died?” I mutter, still facing away from him. I hear him coming closer—what’s worse, I feel it in the way the air changes around me. The way the hair lifts on the back of my neck.
“You could have.”
“You couldn’t have cared all that much if you didn’t come to check.”
He comes to a stop behind me, his breath warm on my neck when he leans in. I really should have grabbed something quick from the refrigerator. There is nothing worth having to put up with this.
“I would ask what you’ve been doing all alone in your room since Friday night, but then we both already know, don’t we?” His hand lands on my hip, like a butterfly landing on a flower. As soon as I swat him away, he lets go, chuckling.
“You didn’t mind when I touched you on Friday, did you?” Now he takes both hips in his hands and pulls me back against him, no matter how I try to fight.
“Stop, okay? You’ve made your point.” It takes effort to shove his hands away, but I do it, going to the pantry to grab a packet of noodles. My hands are shaking so hard, I have to dig my nails into my palms and use the pain to center myself before reaching for the shelves.
“Oh, do you want to mess around in here instead?” His tall, wide frame fills the doorway, blocking my return to the stove.
“I don’t want to mess around at all. I want to have something to eat, then go back up to my room. That’s all I want.” At least he’s wearing clothes now, a T-shirt and a pair of soft shorts that hang down to his knees. Like he was going to work out, maybe. Wait, what do I care? So long as he’s not running around naked like he did the other night, I’m grateful.
“I was thinking about having something to eat, too…” He lowers his gaze to my crotch and right away, my face goes hot. I really need to hide my reactions better if I’m going to get through this without making a total ass out of myself, but certain things are uncontrollable.
“You’re disgusting.” With my hands against his chest, I shove him away, but he only laughs.
“You liked being touched, didn’t you? You can admit it,” he murmurs with deep, knowing laughter in his voice. “I won’t tell. It’ll be our little secret.”
I’m going to kill him. He really needs to not test me in a room full of knives. “It had better be, unless you want everybody to know you forced yourself on me.”
“Forced myself on you?” He actually has the balls to laugh. “Is that how you remember it? Because when I think back, you were almost begging me for more. Spreading your legs wider, moving your hips all around.”
The thing is, he’s not wrong. I hate him even more for throwing it in my face. I was almost begging, because it felt so good—nothing’s ever felt that good. And when was the last time I actually felt good about anything?
“Oh, come on.” He stands nearby, his back against the counter, chuckling as he folds his arms. Thick arms. Arms I really need to stop looking at. Nothing good can come from admiring his body. “There’s nothing wrong with having a little fun.”
“You’re my stepbrother.”
His eyes narrow a little and seem to go a darker shade of blue. “Yeah, well, it is what it is. It’s not like we’ve grown up together. There’s nothing wrong with enjoying what your body can do.” He reaches out, grabbing at one of my boobs, but I manage to turn away before he gets a good grip on me. “Loosen up. I could teach you a few things.”
“I bet you could, but I’m not trying to learn.” I need to get out of this room, now, before he gets into his head to try for a replay of Friday night. Forget the ramen. I turn off the water before adding the noodles to the pot and spin on my heel, ready to make an escape, but he’s too quick.
“Oh, come on now.” He laughs, backing me into the island across from the stove. My back touches the cool granite countertop that I try to slide along to get past him, but all he does is cage me in with an arm to either side of my trembling body.
“Just stop, okay? You’ve had your fun.” I wish my voice sounded stronger.
“That’s where you’re wrong.” He lowers his head until his lips skim my jaw. I turn my head away, but that doesn’t stop him. He only caresses my neck with his lips, his warm breath heating my skin and making me shiver at the same time. “I’m just getting started.”