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That’s right. It’s his fault. All of it is.
“I was out of air and I didn’t make a sound.”
“Well, I’m…”
Oh my God, what do I say? I only put my mouth on him out of sheer desperation. He was going to fucking drown. I wasn’t sure giving him my air would work but it always does in the movies, so I gave it a try. I mean, that’s what CPR is, right? Breathing life back into someone?
I never expected to feel like I was the one being revived. When Khaos turned it into a kiss, I let him. I let him because…
I could say it was easier than fighting him. We were underwater and it was terrifying—the thought that he could overpower me and drown me along with him—but that wouldn’t be the whole truth, only a sliver of it.
The truth is it did feel good. Not just the kiss but the danger of it. Not only were we in a life-or-death situation, we could’ve been caught. I did the unthinkable right under Guy’s nose, right under everyone’s noses. And I liked that as much as, if not more than, the kiss itself.
Kind of like this. We’re not even doing anything, technically, and I feel as if I’m buzzing, my nerve endings alive in a way they’ve never been before.
That doesn’t make it right. It was wrong. It is wrong. This is all so, so wrong.
“I told you, I’m ovulating.”
“Yet Guy’s under the impression you’re on your period. So which is it?”
All I can do is swallow, the shelf in front of my face disappearing as I squeeze my eyes shut, remembering that humiliating interaction. “Shark week,” Khaos had called it. My “issue,” he’d said.
Why did Guy tell him that again?
“I could always find out for myself.”
Khao’s hands frame my hips, almost earning another moan from me.
If this is wrong, why does it feel…kind of…right?
“Don’t,” comes out a plea.
“I’m not scared of what I’ll find,” he whispers near my ear.
“My boyfriend—”
“Is about to lose his girl.”
The pulsing in my pussy increases, pounding, pounding, pounding, until it spreads up the rest of my body.
“You can’t—”
“If I wanted to take you from him, you’d already be mine.”
Those words sting more than they should. Khaos is just playing with me. That’s probably all he sees me as—a toy.
“That pussy will lose you all on his own. He let me walk away after I destroyed you in front of everyone.”
“You didn’t destroy me,” I argue. “You don’t have that kind of power over me.”
The air around us stills as my stepbrother presses closer, a gasp leaving my mouth, nothing less, nothing more.
“If you were mine, I would’ve broken my jaw for talking to you like that, then my hand for touching you. He let that blonde talk shit on you, too. But I wasn’t about to let that bitch off the hook so easily.”
“Lisann?”
“Uh-huh.”
