Page 10 of Stepbrother's Obsession
“I’m a bad man,” I grunt as I stand. “This has to be it. Thelast time.”
I scowl at myself in the mirror, wiping my cum with a towel. She’s my goddamn stepsister. What the hell is wrong with me?
Tomorrow I’ll make Lily realize she can’t want me, that us being together is wrong. She’ll stop teasing me, tempting me, and I’ll purge her from my mind.
But as the thunder shakes the house and the rain splashes against the roof, I know I’m lying. Nothing will change tomorrow. The desire between us is all-consuming. We’re two planets that will either orbit each other in harmony or cash together and destroy everything.
When I close my eyes, all I see is Lily’s half-naked body, those gorgeous green eyes sparkling with the golden light of the candle, fearless in her desire for me.
Tomorrow…
I’ll either find a way to fix this orshewill consume me. And I’m not sure which.
5
LILY
It’sbright the next morning, and the storm is gone. I didn’t sleep a wink—not after what happened in my room. Not after standing there topless, exposed before my stepbrother, watching Colt wage a war within himself before turning his back on me and walking out.
The rejection still burns in my chest worse than the desire. Shame settles into my bones like heavy weights bringing me down. Sitting outside on the porch swing, I pull my knees to my chest and watch the mist rise from the lake, trying to figure out what to do next.
He wants me. I know he does. It’s obvious from the way he looks at me, the way he talks to me, the way he held me down at the dock. Howhardhe was. So why does he keep pulling away? Does he think I’ll stop?
Could it be that I misread everything? Maybe he doesn’t want me. Maybe he’s disgusted by me, and being here at the lake house with no one else around is driving him crazy. Maybe he was hard because guys get hard from time to time. How the hell would I know? Not like I have any experience with them.
Or maybe when he said I deserve better, what he really means ishedeserves better—better than some virgin girl throwing herself at him like an idiot.
God, the humiliation is suffocating. I can barely breathe as I press my face into my knees and start to cry. Tears burn from my eyelids. What a fool I’ve been, begging him to touch me while he just puts distance between us.
I cringe at the thought. The way I pressed myself against him, exposed myself to him, acted like I knew what I was doing when in reality, I had no idea.
“Lily?”
Colt’s voice nearly causes me to jump out of my skin. I can’t look over at him. Can’t face those brutal eyes after last night’s rejection.
“Go away,” I tell him.
The porch creaks under his weight as he comes over and sits beside me, close enough that I can feel his warmth but not close enough that he’s touching me.
“Look at me, Lily.”
“No.” I shake my head.
“Come on.” There’s something in his voice—a rawness that somehow causes me to raise up and look at him, like he has some power over me.
He looks wrecked too, like he hasn’t slept either. His hair’s disheveled, and his jaw is shadowed with stubble. His hands grip his thighs, and his forearms are trembling slightly.
“I—I’m sorry,” I manage to whimper. “I’ve been so pathetic the way I’ve been throwing myself at you. You clearly don’t want me, and—”
“Stop.” His command is sharp and enough to cut off my rambling. “Lily, you seriously think I don’t want you?”
“Well…you keep leaving…”
He laughs, but there’s no humor. It’s dry, almost like he can’t believe what I’m saying. “Leaving is all I can do, Lily. Before I do something I can’t take back.”
I wipe the tears from my eyes, blinking away the blur as I stare back at him. “What if I want you to?”
Colt’s jaw locks. “You have no idea what you’re asking for.” His eyes pin me. My breath catches. “I’m too much, Lily—possessive, jealous. If I taste you once, I’ll need all of you. No man touches what’s mine.”
