Total pages in book: 89
Estimated words: 81390 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 407(@200wpm)___ 326(@250wpm)___ 271(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 81390 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 407(@200wpm)___ 326(@250wpm)___ 271(@300wpm)
“Let…go.” She tried wrestling her arm away from me, but I tightened my hold and pushed her up against the wall caging her in with both hands held above her head.
“Stop fighting me; I’m not in the mood for any more of your shit. And while we’re on the subject, the next time I catch you flirting, you’re gonna get it, and I’m not playing so you can wipe that look off your face.” She rolled her eyes and looked right through me.
“Did you hear me? You’re not allowed to look at other men. You’re not allowed to flirt and almost get yourself… Shit, fuck…”
I did not mean to say that shit. I was only interested in putting fear in her so that she never pulled a stunt like this again, but I guess I was more upset about the flirting, at least on her part. Kevin, I’ll deal with later, when there’re not that many witnesses around.
I took a few deep breaths to calm myself down, but that shit wasn’t working. It seems I’m angrier than I thought. I couldn’t get the image of that cup in her hand out of my head, and when I think of what could’ve happened had I not been here to watch over her, my blood runs cold.
“Let’s go; I’m taking you home. And you’re not leaving the fucking house except to go to school.” I’ve never sworn at her before. Tonight I’ve done it at least three times in the space of ten minutes. Couldn’t help it, she’d scared the hell out of me.
Even though I was there watching that shit in real-time and was able to step in before anything more happened, the fear in my gut was the same as if Kevin had succeeded. Now every time she leaves my sight, that shit’s going to be on my mind.
“You can’t tell me what to do. You didn’t want me remember? So I can flirt with whomever I like.” This little… “Now, let…GO.” I could choke the shit out of her, but that wouldn’t do me any good. She’d still stare up at me defiantly. No fear. Her words registered and made my gut hurt. Don’t want her? Shit, I’ve barely been able to function these past few days for want of her… but…
“Lora, how many times do I have to tell you…?”
“I don’t want to hear it.” She tried covering her ears with both hands, pulling mine along with hers.
“Listen to me, you little brat. Do you know what you’re asking me to do? You’re asking me to fuck my own stepsister.” Maybe if I shock her, she’d get the message.
“But we’re not blood related so what’s the big deal?” She makes it sound so easy that sometimes I just want to give in to her. But one of us has to keep our senses, and then there’s dad and his dream of adopting her. That argument is fast losing strength, though, but I’m gonna give it my all for him because he’s given so much of himself to me.
But her thinking that I didn’t want her didn’t exactly leave a good taste in my mouth. This is all so confusing. Why couldn’t I have fallen in love with someone else? Why did it have to be her? And why did it take me so long to realize my true feelings? Those eyes that spat defiance and fear were now tinged with hurt.
I stupidly ran my thumb along the corner of her mouth before catching myself and pulling back. Just that quick, there was a flash of fire in her eyes, and she turned her face into my palm. Just for a few seconds, there’s no harm in touching her like this, no matter how it makes my heart race.
If she looked down, she would see how hard this was for me. How hard it was to restrain myself, but I have to. I was begging her for understanding with my eyes even though I myself was starting to not understand this shit. And then she kissed my palm—the softest of touches like a butterfly’s wing.
“Lora, dammit!” I rested my forehead against hers and dropped her hand to wrap my arm around her waist, pulling her into me. My body shook with need, and I felt the answering quiver in her as I nuzzled her cheek before finding her lips with mine.
We both sighed into the other’s mouth as I pulled her even tighter against me, letting her feel my need. Even if this were all, I could give her, at least she wouldn’t go on thinking that I didn’t desire her, that she wasn’t wanted.
She melted into me, and I held her up when her knees grew weak, barely keeping myself upright. I heard voices as kids left the house to mill around outside, but I wasn’t ready to let her go. I’m not sure I ever will be. In my head, it seemed like the easiest thing to just give in; just go where she wanted to take us, but there was still that last vestige of control left.