Total pages in book: 14
Estimated words: 13239 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 66(@200wpm)___ 53(@250wpm)___ 44(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 13239 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 66(@200wpm)___ 53(@250wpm)___ 44(@300wpm)
“How many times have you hung out together?”
“Once.”
“Once. Last year.”
“Yep,” she says the word with a pop on the P, making me narrow my eyes at the crimson-red shimmer on her lips.
“Where did you get this costume?”
“Oh. This?” Blush creeps on her cheeks and chest, and she tries to pull the skirt down. Like that’s gonna help. “I got it from the only boutique downtown.”
“Hmm.”
“Why? You have a problem with it?” Something flashes in her eyes, which only makes my dick twitch.
“Yeah, I do.”
She scoffs and crosses her arms over her chest, pushing her tits upward and making me want to bury my face in it. “Well, you didn’t ask me if I had a problem with you jerking off to me last night.”
I can pinpoint the exact moment she regrets her words because she snaps her eyes shut and her lips form a tight, thin line. “Did you have a problem with it?”
Her eyes dart to the door behind me. She knows she’s trapped. It’s easy to say she has a problem with it. Obviously because she’s my stepsister. But the fact that she has to think about the answer…
I close the gap between us in three long strides, and it’s at this moment when I feel my tether snap.
She tilts her head back to look at me, eyebrows shooting upward, and I hear her sudden intake of breath. Her eyes turn glassy, her mouth slightly open.
I lower my head to her ear and make sure I’m close enough that my breath tickles her. “Bend over the couch.”
Her jaw drops, chest rising and falling rapidly. “W-what?”
With a smirk, I run a finger along her jawline and down the column of her throat. “I said bend over the couch with your ass facing me.”
Raven’s breathing becomes shallow and irregular like she can’t find the words to throw back at me. “W-why?”
“Because you’ve been a bad girl, and you deserve to be punished.”
It’s a risk, I know that, but I can’t resist. I need to know how far I can push her and if she’s attracted to me the same way I am to her.
If she slaps me and runs screaming out the door, I can’t blame her. I’m acting psychotic right now. Definitely far from the stepbrother she expected.
Well, hell, Raven. Had I known I’d feel this way about you, I would’ve stopped our parents’ marriage and eloped with you myself.
Blood roars in my ears when she chews on her bottom lip and turns her back on me. She drops the purse. The contents scatter in every direction, her tube of lipstick skittering across the tiles. But she doesn’t seem to notice or mind.
Raven ambles to the couch and crouches, hand going to the strap around her ankle.
“Leave it,” I say, surprising myself in the process.
What is happening to me? This is my stepsister, and we’re about to cross a line we cannot go back from.
That thought still doesn’t stop me. I’m already in hell, might as well see this through.
With shaky hands, her fingers grip the back of the couch while her knees rest on the seat.
A fucking vision.
She looks at me over her shoulder. Instead of shock or fear, her eyes go misty with pleasure. Good girl. My good girl.
With one hand shoved in my pocket, I reach a finger and run it down her spine. She arches her back and crushes her thighs together, letting out breathy little sighs. I’m already so hard I ache, and her response almost pushes me over the edge.
I flip the hem of her skirt, growling at the red lacy panties and the wet spot in the center. Fuck. Is this her punishment or mine?
This sets my teeth on edge because there’s nothing I want more than to fuck her, pump her full with my seed, and have my babies inside of her. The way she–
KNOCK! KNOCK! KNOCK!
Who the fuck is this? If it’s one of the tenants downstairs complaining about plumbing issues, I swear to god I’ll lose it.
Cursing under my breath and trying to get my temper under control, I swing the door open, uncaring who it is on the other side.
It’s nobody I know.
A guy with beach blonde hair and blue eyes stands with a look of mild surprise on his face, the door crashing against the wall. Tall and smug, he’s wearing a black, flowing cape, crisp, white shirt, and black dress pants. Fake fangs protrude from his mouth and a smear of fake blood drips from one corner of his lips.
Very original. Looking like he really put a lot of thought into his costume.
“What the hell do you want?”
He cranes his neck to take a peek inside, but I block him easily. He may be as tall as me and perhaps as muscular, but I’m a lot wider, and if he insists, I can clock him without breaking a sweat.