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“Tell me, Duchess,” I murmur, as I run my tongue over the shell of her earlobe. “If you’re not interested, then why are you so turned on right now?” Bea may glare at me, but she squirms, her thighs rubbing together as she seeks friction. “I give it a week before you’re begging for my cock.”
She scoffs, her fingers try but fail to pry me off. I’m not done with her yet.
“You’re a fucking psychopath,” she rasps. “I’ll never beg. Let me spell it out for you, Elias. You’re my stepbrother, and I’m not interested. You and I willneverhappen.”
She doesn’t learn, and the challenge only makes me want her more. I don’t budge, in fact, I crowd in even closer until we’re breathing the same air. Her chest heaves, causing her tits to rub against my chest with every breath she takes.
“I love a challenge,” I growl out as I lean in and run my nose across her jaw and up to her ear, trying to ignore her mouth-watering vanilla scent as I nip at the soft skin just below, but I manage, and she gasps and her body shudders underneath me, giving me the satisfaction I was after. She can fight it all she wants, but her body doesn’t lie.
Bea brings her hands up to my chest and shoves me off, but only her because I allow it. A deep chuckle rumbles through my chest as she hurries up the staircase. Game on. My new stepsister is a spitfire, but it makes this thing between us even more interesting.
I adjust myself with a groan, while trying not to think about how much I want to follow her up to her bedroom, tie her up, and gag her with my cock. I’ll teach her who’s in charge.
Chapter 11
Bea
AFTER HIS THREATS, Elias avoids me for the next couple of days. He is either locked in his room, music playing, or in the media room with the other members of Forever Summer. However, I’m still on edge, and I feel like it’s exactly what he wants. Every time I leave my bedroom, I feel hyperalert and I’m peering around corners to make sure he isn’t there. I can’t relax. Dad, Elena, and Attie are gone, and there is no one here to save me from the monster.
I’ve been home from Europe for three weeks, and I’m doing everything possible to avoid thinking about my classes which start next week.
The summer heat has continued into March and it’s our third day in a row of high-thirties weather. I’m watchingGossip Girlin the downstairs family room, and internally cursing the fact I’m stuck watching it on a 62-inch screen because my dad gave Elias the media room,when a high-pitched squealing noise comes from the ducted air-conditioning vent before it stops completely. I groan out loud.Seriously?! Fuck my life?
The house heats up almost instantly, it’s that hotoutside, and not even five minutes later, I hear the thumping of feet on the stairs and a collection of male voices. I sit up and straighten my tank top, denim shorts, and hair. I haven’t met the other band members of Forever Summer yet, and I don’t want to be sitting here looking like a slob when I do.
Elias passes the doorway first, and for a second, I think he won’t stop. But the television must catch his attention and he turns his head, his calculated gaze meets mine, and he pauses. Killian almost runs into the back of him, but he manages to pull up short at the last minute, and his gaze follows Elias’s.
Forever Summer’s drummer steps into the room with a charming smile. “You must be the new stepsister,” he drawls, as he strolls over and plops down on the couch next to me. His tongue plays with his lip ring as he runs his eyes appreciatively over my body. “Killian.” He holds out his hand, which I take, and I laugh as he brings it up to his lips. “But my friends call me Kill.”
My eyes widen when he’s wrenched away from me. I hadn’t noticed Elias enter the room until he’s standing in front of me, glaring at his bandmate.
Asher steps in between them with a shake of his head and he smiles down at me kindly. “Hey, I’m Asher.”
“Bea,” I say, finding my voice again. I shift so my legs are tucked underneath me, pulling a cushion into my chest, as if it can save me from the demons threatening to burst free from Elias’s black soul.
My eyes drift over to the doorway where Wyatt still stands, leaning up against the frame, tapping away on his phone.
“We’re going to use your pool,” Killian says with a wink, totally unphased by the murderous looks my stepbrother is sending in his direction. “You want to join us, Bea?”
He practically purrs my name, which does unspeakable things to my libido.
Fuck, Bea. Get a grip on yourself. You only just broke up with Hunter.
Hunter has tried calling, but I’ve taken to turning my phone off. I’m thankful he hasn’t shown up on my doorstep yet, but it’s only a matter of time. Hunter Cromwell doesn’t take no for an answer.
I can’t help but look at Elias, and I hate how small I feel sitting here while these three ridiculously hot men stand over me. He stares back, an unreadable expression in his grey eyes.
“What do you say?” Asher asks, his amusement clear in his voice as he glances between me and Elias.
I tear my gaze away, feeling my cheeks heat. “I’m good,” I say, waving my hand at the screen where Chuck and Blair are arguing. “Thanks, though.”
“You know where we’ll be if you change your mind,” he says with a shrug. He turns and pushes Killian toward the door, where Wyatt is still consumed with his phone.
Elias doesn’t move. “Come on, Duchess,” he murmurs, a hint of challenge glistening in those steel eyes. “It’s just a swim. What are you scared of, hmm?”
I narrow my eyes at him and ignore the erratic way my heart beats when he is near. There’s plenty to fear when it comes to the lead singer of Forever Summer, but I’m not giving him the satisfaction of truly knowing how he makes me feel. Elias Vasilios is dangerous, and I will not let him treat me like his little plaything. “I’m?—”
“Going to go get your swimsuit on like a good girl?”
