Page 28 of Jealous Stepbrother
“Why… why are you doing this?”
His jaw ripples in the secretive gloom. “Because it occurs to me that your denial is what’s keeping me angry. You walk around with those wide eyes, protesting every time I call you mine. And yet those same eyes have followed me for years, checking me out, licking these lips you’re dying to kiss me with, jiggling that fat ass like you want to bounce it on my cock. You’re a fucking cock-teasing slut, and you’re fucking lucky I’m into you as much as I am or you would spend every second of every day with a raw, spanked-to-hell ass.”
A garbled sound escapes me before I can throttle it.
“Ah, I see even that turns you on, doesn’t it, horny girl?”
“No.” My protest is shockingly feeble and I see his teeth gleam in the dark. As if he knows the inferno raging inside me, shooting fiery arrows straight to my pussy.
In the last four years, I’ve slept with exactly three boys, college boys who bored me to tears and had zero chemistry. After my last one over a year ago, I got my first inkling of what the problem could be.
My stepbrother.
The man who utterly ruined me that night and forevermore.
“Yes,” he snarls now. “You’re going to tell me every detail. What you wore. What you were thinking. How you touched me. And exactly what it felt like when your brother took your ripe little cherry.”
Heat slams through me like a punch.
I shake my head, but the memory rises up anyway, like a film reel flickering to life in my mind. The late hour. The sound of summer rain on the roof. My bare feet crossing his carpet. His shadowed face and his tortured, fevered eyes when he looked.
“Asher—”
“Start talking, Scarlett. Now.”
And I do.
“I… I told you how I couldn’t sleep that night. I think I was a little upset because it was your birthday too but it looked like you didn’t want to be there. To be with your family.” I shrug, and I see his eyes drop down to my chest.
To the tits bared for his view by one very flimsy sleep tank showing my very erect nipples.
His eyes stay right there as hestrokes, strokes, strokes,his breathing turning a little rougher.
Then he slows down, his eyes returning to mine with a silent command to keep talking.
I clear my throat, shifting my hips when the ache grows unbearable. “I didn’t tell you, but… I heard you and your dad fighting.”
His nostrils flare at the reminder and I hurry to skip past that.
There was a time when I thought Asher resented his father for marrying again but I’ve seen him with my mom, know he bears no ill will toward her or their marriage.
But even after the revelation that he did resent his father for the crime of meeting my mother and me first, I still think a part of him resentsme.
And I’m not even fully sure why.
No, scratch that.
I think, maybe this savage attraction to me… is against his will and better judgment.
And that idea… it doesn’t horrify me as it should.
Which in itself is terrifying.
“I felt bad and I… I convinced myself I just wanted to apologize. I begged you to come home. And it was clear you were miserable.”
A half-snort ejects from his throat and I glare at him. He raises an eyebrow, all while his fist continues to pump his cock.
The cock now dripping with pre-cum.
