Page 29 of Tainted Love
“Now,” she says a few moments later. “Who are we talking about, and what have they done? Is it your insufferable bore of a boyfriend, or the incredibly sexy stepbrother?”
“Ex-boyfriend,” I say with a sigh. “And no, it’s not Hunter.”
“Well, thank god you finally came to your senses about that one. Bitch, you arewaytoo good for him, and now you’re free to go to pound town with Elias. So, spill the tea, what has the insanely hot rock god done?”
I pull my phone away from my ear and send through a link to the article which has me seeing red. “Check your messages. I sent you a link.”
“Hang on a sec.” I wait for her to share my outrage. “Uh, babe, whatever you sent me has been taken down.”
“What?” I put my phone on speaker and click on the link. Sure enough, the article is gone. My stomach sinks and I pray it was Elias who got it taken down and not my father—or worse, my granddad. “Hang on, I took screenshots. I’ll send them through.”
Her snort lets me know they have come through to her phone. “Why is it so satisfying seeing Hunter look like he’s constipated? There really is no comparison between him and Elias. That stepbrother of yours can tune my guitar any day of the week. Damn, a sexy dad and a sexy stepbrother—you lucky bitch! Not to mention, your look smoking hot! I told you that bikini would?—”
“Maya!” I snap, massaging my temple with my free hand. I love her, but damn she can go off course so quickly. “Focus and read the article.”
She’s quiet for a moment and I nibble on my bottom lip as she reads the article. “It doesn’t seem that bad to me, Bea. I mean, apart from the love triangle part because Hunter is just a no, but I don’t know what you’re so worked up about. It’s just a silly article in a gossip magazine.”
“For starters, it’s all a lie. There’s nothing going on between me and Elias.” Well, apart from him eating me out on the kitchen bench this morning and those three intense orgasms. “And two, my dad will flip if he catches wind of this, not to mention my granddad. Could you imagine? I’m luckythey didn’t mention me by name. Or Hunter. Our families would murder us, then bring us back to life only so they could murder us all over again for bringing shame on the family name. This is bad, Maya. Our parents cannot find out about this article.”
“Okay, first of all, it’s been taken down, so I think you’re safe. In saying that, maybe it wouldn’t be so bad if you told your dad?”
I choke. “What? Are you serious? Oh, hey Dad, so there was an article online which implied I’m sleeping with my stepbrother, it’s been taken down now, but things are heating up here. By the way, how’s the honeymoon going? Pfft. Yeah, right.”
Maya giggles. “Well, maybe don’t put it like that,” she wheezes. “I was thinking more along the lines of Daddy Kirk going all big bad lawyer on their arse and suing them for slander or defamation of character or something? I don’t know, I failed year ten legal studies.”
I sigh. “If I can help it, I really don’t want to get him involved. I just want it all to go away. This is not what I expected when I came home.”
“Aww, baby cakes, I wish I was there to give you a big squishmellow hug,” Maya says. “But, just out of interest, because I didn’t miss what you said about things heating up, what is going on with you and Mr Rockstar? The way he’s holding you in that photo hasallmy lady parts tingling, if you know what I mean.”
“Nothing’s going on,” I say a little too quickly.
She gasps. “You little hoe bag! You’re totally shagging him!”
“No, I’m not!”
“Thou doth protest too much,” she says in a terrible ye old accent. “On Daddy Kirk’s life, swear to me you haven’t got hot and heavy with that delicious specimen of a stepbrother.”
I groan. “No, it’s not like that. We just?—”
“Ha! I knew it!” she crows. “You can’t keep secrets from me. Is his big dick energy on stage equal to what he’s rocking downstairs? Fuck, I bet he knows what he’s doing with those fingers of his?—”
“Or his tongue,” I mutter and my cheeks flush as I recall the way it lavished my pussy.
Maya screams, and I pull the phone away from my ear before she bursts my eardrum. Poor Matteo, I doubt he’ll sleep through that. “Oh my fucking god, he went down on you? Tell me everything. Was it good? What was the clit to slit ratio? Did you ride his face or lay back and bask in the glory?”
“There may or may not have been ice cream involved,” I admit.
She squeals. “I love it, tell me more. Did he make you scream his name?”
“It was … satisfying,” I tell her. “But Maya, it’s wrong. Our parents are married. My dad would murder him for touching me.”
“Bea, you’re an adult, and it’s not like you’re actually blood related.”
“No,” I say, shaking my head. “But he is such a cocky arsehole. Not to mention degrading. He keeps calling me his plaything and telling me how he’s going to make me beg him to fuck me. It’s insulting. I need to get him to back off and leave me alone, before this goes too far.”
It’s her turn to sigh. “You’re killing me. He’s like the literal definition of a morally grey antihero. Almost every woman who reads dark romance’s has that as a fantasy. And you have him practically worshipping at your feet, or at least ready to fuck you five ways to Sunday. Not to mention, that man is next level fine.”
I wince. Damn right he is, and she’snot the one who shares a bathroom with him. His abs could cut glass, and that ink … Fuck, this is torture!
