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“You need a drink after that?”
I smile, thinking about Colin seeing me with this guy. “Yeah, a drink sounds perfect.”
Chapter 8
Colin
Knowing Mayson is locked upstairs in her room probably fuming and planning my death has me in a better mood than usual. The woman currently grinding herself against my lap has absolutely nothing to do with it, though she may think differently. Especially because she’s currently trying to fuck me through our pants, even though my dick isn’t even hard.
The only person my dick is capable of getting hard for right now is my stepsister. The fact that she hates me only helps.
I swear my mind must be playing tricks on me since I can’t stop thinking about her because I swear I see her entering the house from the backyard.
Grabbing the hip of the girl on my lap, I hold her down so she stops moving and obscuring my vision. Of course she thinks I’m doing it for other reasons and lets out a loud unnecessary moan, throwing her head back against my shoulder, turning so her lips graze my ear. “Want to go somewhere alone?”
My eyes are fixated on the woman across theroom who I know I’m not imagining when she turns to face some guy walking close behind her. I narrow my eyes, but she hasn’t even looked in my direction. Instead, she’ssmilingto the asshole who now has his hand on her hip.
That small touch has me seeing red. Without a word, I toss whatever her name is off my lap, completely ignoring her shriek of frustration. I storm over to Mayson who’s dancing with the guy who’s wearing the most self-satisfied smirk and I’m about to drive my fist into his face.
Which is exactly what I do. It’s a cheap shot, but I don’t care.
Mayson gasps, pushing at my chest, “You fucking asshole, what’s wrong with you?”
“Get out,” I tell the guy currently holding his nose as blood pours from it. I didn’t hit him hard enough to knock him to the ground, mostly because I don’t need to cause more of a scene.
Though, everyone in here is watching, they won’t say shit to Doc because they know it would only be worse if they snitched.
“Get out,” I tell him again. I don’t yell, I keep my voice deathly low because if he chooses not to listen, it’s only going to get worse. For him, not me. He couldn’t touch me.
“Colin, fuck off.” Mayson pushes at my chest again, but I don’t even spare a look at her. I’m watching the guy scramble and rush out of my house.
Once he’s gone, I look down at the seething woman, who’s beyond pissed at me, and I feel the same because she’s not supposed to be down here. I glare at her, and without a word, grab her arm and pull her upstairs. The party hasn’t paused for even a second, people are watching, but no one does anything to intervene, even as I roughly drag Mayson back up to her room while she tries to fight me off and screams. No one is coming to help her. They wouldn’t dare get in my way.
She’s trying to pry my fingers off her bicep as I unlock the door that’s somehow still locked, and pull her into her room. I spin her around, pinning her against the door, by gripping her throat. Her hands shoot up to my wrist, digging her nails in as she glares at me. I tighten my grip enough to have her mouth dropping open as she gasps for air.
“What did I tell you?”
She opens her mouth but I squeeze even harder, cutting off her air so all she can do is gasp.
“Doesn’t matter what I told you because you never fucking listen anyway.”
Even though she can’t take in a deep breath, her lip turns up in a small smirk, and I want to bite it away. I run my thumb up to pull her bottom lip down and she chases it with her teeth, barely nipping my skin.
I go back to squeezing her delicate little throat while she does her best to hide her gasps.
“Do you like driving me crazy?” I practically growl.
Her narrowed eyes are her only reply until I let up on my grip the smallest amount.
“I could say the same for you,” she rasps.
I lean forward, bringing our faces so close together our lips are just a breath away from each other. “I’m only getting started.”
I pull her mouth open with my thumb on her chin before bringing our mouths together, forcing my tongue past her lips while I seal my mouth over hers with a groan. She tries to fight me for just a second before letting her tongue tangle with mine as her hands fist my shirt.
It’s hardly a kiss, more like a battle, one that I’m going to win. Because when it comes to her, Iwillwin everything. Every battle, both for her body and in her life, is mine to fucking win. I tighten my grip around her throat again whiledeepening the kiss, and I feel the vibration of her moan against my palm.
I can’t help my smile against her mouth. Especially when I take her bottom lip between my teeth and bite hard enough she yelps in surprise. I let go, soothing the sting with my tongue. I delve back into her mouth, licking and tasting every inch of her mouth I possibly can. Since right now she’s actually letting me.
