Page 57 of Sparks of Insanity
“Ethan, seriously?”
“Oops. Guess it’s all gone. Never mind. I’m the only one allowed to drink anyway, right?” I made my way to the kitchen, feeling a little lighter on my feet, but not unsteady. I mean, it was less than half a bottle, and I’m pretty good at holding my alcohol. Practice does that.
“I’ll cook.”
“Screw that. You’re a liability in the kitchen if you’ve been drinking. Wow, you’re not the responsible guy I thought you were.”
I crowded her against the counter, as she tried to grab something from an overhead cupboard.
“Ethan!”
I ran my hands from her shoulders to her wrists, noting a slight flinch as I touched her skin.
“So pretty. So naked and pretty. Are you my meal, Em? Do you want me to press those sweet little legs wide, and feast on your pussy? Is that why you’re flaunting your body at me? I could definitely eat, if that’s the case.” I pulled her back against me, letting her feel my cock, because if she wanted to tease me, two can play that fucking game.
“Stop it. You’re just being an asshole because you blame me for you being here. Tough shit. Grow up and deal with it.”
I grabbed her damp hair, and pulled her back with me, turning her and pushing her back against the counter, trapping her with my body.
“Grow up? Ironic, coming from the teenager in the fucking house. I’m an asshole, am I? Why, because I refuse to play your stupid little fucking games? Get upstairs, and get some fucking clothes on, Ember. That’s an order.”
The side of her mouth quirked up in a smirk, and she shook her head.
“Can’t.”
“Don’t fuck me about. Do it now.” I dragged her away from the counter and shoved her into the hallway. “Get fucking dressed.”
She giggled this time. “I can’t, Ethan. I don’t have any clothes.” What the fuck was her game this time? There were clothes all over this damn place.
I pushed past her to her room, and grabbed her bag from the floor. Empty. What the hell? Where had she hidden her fuckingclothes? I figured there’d be sweatpants and t-shirts galore in the drawers, right? Nope. Gone.
Fucker. I ran to the room I’d chosen, and the same issue hit me. My clothes were gone too. And the generic shit the house appeared to have been supplied with. What the fuck had she done?
“DAMMIT Ember, where are the fucking clothes?”
She folded her arms, offering me a belligerent glare.
“You said you wouldn’t call me that again.”
“Well, that’s when I thought you’d try being more grown up. Where the fuck are the clothes?”
She shrugged. “They seem to have vanished. I don’t know. We’ll just have to manage naked.”
“Where’s my jumper I put on you?” She shrugged again, lifting her hands up like a magician.
“Wow, looks like it disappeared too.”
Fucking hell! I lifted my t-shirt off and tossed it at her, watching her catch it and stare at me, like she couldn’t understand why she had it.
“Put it on.Now. I’ve had enough of your fucking games.”
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Ember
Dad helped me kickthings up a notch. I mean, sure, he wasn’t necessarily excited about me wanting to seduce my teacher, but he enjoys creating mischief and manipulating people, so that led to him showing me somewhere to hide things, so that I can bend Ethan to my will.
There’s a hidey-hole in the floor of one of the bedrooms, apparently it was where a safe could be kept if needed. I tucked all the clothes in there, making sure to take everything but literally what Ethan was wearing. I hadn’t planned on him trying to share what he was wearing with me, but maybe I should have.
