Page 10 of Claimed By my Stepbrother
Instead, I send her a text telling her I’m putting my new stepbrother in his place, and I’ll be over soon. I also ask her to send a text to Ivy, so she knows everything is alright.
I hand Knox his phone, grinning, hoping he’ll read my message. I left the phone on, so it should be the first thing he sees. I watch him as his eyes scan the screen, a wide smirk making his lips look positively kissable.
“So, when are you going to start putting me in my place?” he asks, a lift of his brow issuing a challenge while he inches closer to me.
I take a few steps back, hitting the closed front door. Knox puts his hands on both sides of my head, trapping me. Surprisingly, though, I don’t feel uncomfortable with the proximity.
Knowing this isn’t an appropriate situation for step-siblings, I try to retreat as he dips his head down to my ear. Chills run up my spine, though I’m not sure if they’re from shock or excitement.
A gasp escapes me when I feel his lips brushing the shell of my ear, moving down my neck. He presses his body flush against mine, rubbing sensually, a fierce determination to convince me to give in to him. I can feel everything he has to offer, and it’s growing increasingly difficult to resist him.
He leans his head back, his smoldering eyes trailing over my face slowly, finally coming to rest on my lips. When he doesn’t move, I suck in a breath, tasting his addictive scent with the sensual torture of our proximity.
What is he doing? Is he going to kiss me?Surely he won’t. But just as I dismiss the possibility, he’s pressing even closer. I shake my head, attempting to clear my thoughts and force myself back to reason. I have to put a stop to this, whatever it is. I clear my throat and stand straighter against the door to force a few inches of space between our heated bodies. “Knox,” I sigh, unsteadily. “We shouldn’t do this. It’s not right. I-I think I should go.”
He moves closer, pinning me to the door with his hips. “Oh, but wearedoing this, babygirl. Stay, and let me welcome you home properly.” His head dips, and I feel his lips skimming along my neck, exciting my sensitive skin.
Home? What is this sexy lunatic going on about now?
I try harder to escape him, putting all my strength into pushing against him, but it’s useless, he’s just too strong. “Knox, no,” I speak clearly, and he immediately moves back just enough to ease my tension. Surprisingly, I immediately miss the weight of him. Knowing he respects consent enough to back away gives me peace.
“Knox, you can’t just keep me here,” I protest, my hands planted on my hips.
He scrubs a large hand over his beard. “I can’t? See, I think I can. And, make no mistake—I’m going to. It’s for your own good. I need to protect you,” he informs me bluntly, giving me a stern look.
I whip my head up, meeting his hazelnut eyes with a heated glare. “Protect me? From who?” I ask him, rolling my eyes at his ridiculous claim.
He pushes back his rich, umber hair as his muscles tense. “Everyone. But, mostly Rowan. I can’t allow you to stay under his roof. You don’t know what he’s capable of,” he says ominously, refusing to elaborate.
Chapter six
Shall We Dance
Sirena
Ipokeafingerinto Knox’s firm chest, instantly regretting it as pain radiates up through my hand. Knox doesn’t even flinch.Bastard.
“You—you can’tallowme? Knox, do you even hear yourself right now?” I’m fuming but trying hard to control myself, knowing he enjoys the fight and refusing to give it to him.
I take a deep breath, giving myself a moment to collect my thoughts. Before I speak again, I make the mistake of looking up into his eyes. The devious glint shining back at me releases the fire inside me, and I can’t rein it back in.
“I’m not a damsel in distress, you over-muscled…” I sputter, trying to think of an insult worthy of his caveman routine. “Buffoon!”Yeah, that’s real witty.I cringe, forcing myself to continue despite my less than clever comeback. “I’ve been taking care of myself for years, Knox. I didn’t ask for your help, so just back off,” I hiss, pushing against him again, secretly appreciating his muscular pecs and the stiff nipples under my palms.
Instead of backing up, Knox pushes against my palms, his delicious heat disconcerting, weakening my resolve.
His lips find a spot right behind my ear, and immediately, a fire lights in my core. Suddenly, I don’t want to resist him. But logically, I know I don’t have a choice.
“Or what?” he growls, nipping my skin between his straight, white teeth. “What are you going to do to me, babygirl?”
I shiver, desperate for more of him, desperate for distance.
“Push me too far, Knox, and I’ll introduce your face to a frying pan,” I threaten weakly, knowing I’ll never get to one in time.
His lips ghost the shell of my ear, and his hot breath sends a jolt of electricity straight to my core. “I’d rather introduce my face to your pussy, babygirl,” he whispers salaciously, turning my knees to Jell-o. I gasp. No one has ever spoken to me like this.We both know he’s not into me, so what’s his game?
He leans back just enough to give me a wide, charismatic grin. I gulp, realizing my hands still rest on his hard chest. He’s pressed so close against me that I can feel his abs contract as my fingers involuntarily explore his muscles. “Knox, you’re—”
My words are abruptly cut off as Knox presses his searing lips to mine, his tongue licking the seam, commanding me to open my mouth to him. It takes me a moment to realize that Knox is kissing me.Knox.Sweet baby Jesus.
