Total pages in book: 84
Estimated words: 78093 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 390(@200wpm)___ 312(@250wpm)___ 260(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 78093 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 390(@200wpm)___ 312(@250wpm)___ 260(@300wpm)
Impatience encases me, and when she doesn’t answer, I knock again. She must be in the bathroom, probably taking a bath, or maybe she’s sleeping? My cock twitches in my gym shorts at the thought of her naked body behind that wall. I almost turn and leave, but then I remember that we have one of those wire keys, you can use to open a door from the other side.
I walk down the hall to the guest bathroom and raise my arm, using my hand to feel along the doorframe. Bingo. With the key in my hand, I make my way back to her door and unlock it. With a smile on my face, I place the key on top of her door frame to use in the future.
Stepping over the threshold and into her empty room, I find that it is truly empty. There's not a single item inside it to showcase that it’s hers, no personal touches, pictures or even trinkets. The only thing giving away her occupancy in the room is her unique scent, some kind of flowery smell. I can’t pinpoint the scent, it’s just feminine and it makes my mouth water. I’m used to women who wear overpowering perfume and cake their faces with makeup. Of course Ava doesn't do either of those things, making her ten times more appealing to everyone with a dick and eyes.
Now that I’m in the room, my ears perk up at the sound of the shower running through the closed bathroom door. What a shame it’s closed. I wouldn’t mind sneaking a peek. I guess I can wait. Flopping down onto her bed without taking my shoes off and I fold my arms behind my head, waiting so very impatiently for her. I monitor the bathroom door, anticipating the moment she’s going to step through it…hopefully naked.
When the shower finally turns off, I almost lose it from the possible image I’m about to see. The door opens a moment later and she steps into her room a towel wrapped around her slim body. Ahhh… shit.
“I'm disappointed in you. I was really hoping you would be naked.” My lips turn into a pout.
Ava’s eyes flick to mine in an instant and her plump pink lips let out a loud shriek. She clasps the towel to the front of her chest like it has the power to save her from me.
Funny, nothing can save her now. My gaze travels down her creamy bare legs, appreciating at least that small glimpse. It’s not her tits or her ass but I’ll take what I can get. Then again, I didn’t come here to check her out...I came here to keep her on her toes, to remind her who is in control.
“What the hell are you doing in here?” she yells at me, her chest rising and falling quickly, while drawing attention to the swell of her breasts.
“Just making sure you’re uncomfortable, stepsister.”
Her lips pucker like she’s eaten something sour. “Well, consider it done. Now get the hell out of my room!”
I rub at my jaw. “No, I think I would rather watch you change.”
Her green eyes widen, fear flickering in the depths. Yes. Give me your fear, your tears, your heartache.
“What is wrong with you? Get out. There is no way in hell I am changing in front of you.”
Again, somehow she manages to look seriously surprised by my actions. When is she going to stop playing the victim? Stop acting like she doesn’t know what she did or that she doesn’t deserve anything less than my hate. Her ignorance of the heaping pile of shit she put on my life sends me into a barely restrained fit of rage.
“Drop the towel,” I order, ignoring her question.
“No! There is seriously something wrong with you. Do you have a mental disorder or something? You might not be used to women saying no to you, so let me spell it out for you. Get. Out.” Her voice is shaky now.
She’s trying to appear strong, like a lighthouse standing tall against the coastline but what she doesn’t know is I’m so much more than I appear to be and right now I'm a fucking category five hurricane coming right for her.
Her knuckles turn white as her grip on the towel tightens. One single piece of fabric separates us, and I’ll be damned if I’m going to let her keep hold of it.
Swinging my legs off the bed, I shove into a standing position. At my sudden movement, she takes a step back, colliding with the wall behind her.
Run princess, run as fast as you can….
Prowling across the room, I close the distance between us until nothing but a few inches separates us. I’m inches away from her now and she’s pressing herself flat against the wall as if she’s hoping it will swallow her.