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His finger descended on my shoulder, trailing a path over my collarbone and ending up right under my ear. My pulse had quickened with every inch he explored.

“Or does it turn you on? Me watching you, helpless and trembling.” His gaze descended on my mouth, and he wetted his lips as if he was going to kiss me.

He balled his hand, tracing a knuckle over the swell of my left breast, and replacing it with his palm.

“It does fascinate me.” He jerked his eyes back to mine, and his gaze more intense than the way he’d touched me. “Your heart is beating out of your chest.”

The black, guarded soul he was softened for a second. But that glimpse was all I got.

“It pulses, pulses, pulses.” He breathed, almost sounding poetic about it. But then ripped my hand from shielding myself to splay it onto the front of his jeans. “Just like my cock.”

I gasped, pulling my hand back and banding my arms around my knees, keeping myself together while he grinned like a maniac.

What were the odds I’d be running away from the bullies at home, and now this? I couldn’t believe it.

“Did anyone tell you—you’re not right in the head? You enjoy harassing women?”

Something like doubt flashed through his eyes before his mouth pursed into a sneer. He concluded, “Yeah, you’re a fucking prude. But I can fix that.”

“Get out, Rio,” I whispered, quiet but strong, fighting for air but not backing down. Those darkened eyes were lethal, breaking me down already even though I hadn’t set foot in this house before this afternoon. “You promised me no one would come in.”

“I don’t promise shit!” he barked and abruptly stood upright to pull my head back by my bun into a straining position. “Maybe next time, lock the door. Or better yet, don’t come into my bathroom.”

If I had the courage, I wouldn’t have been here at all.

I didn’t say that, I was already treading on light foot here. And since I couldn’t afford my own apartment, I was kind of stuck.

Heaving, I tried to acknowledge the twinkle in his eyes I’d seen when we first met, but I couldn’t find it.

“Stay the hell away from our floor, prude,” he calmly warned me, which creeped me out even more as he brushed his nose against mine. Such a sweet gesture that only tainted this encounter with his actions.

“Don’t call me that,” I shakily responded.

I hated it. He had no idea why I’d followed my mother at the age of twenty-five instead of having my own space. Or why I was so adamant about living nearby. But I was already doubting my decision.

“And don’t you ever, ever, call me Rio again.”

My eyes popped wide. “Ares?”

Damn twins.

He closed his eyes, as if he soaked up the letters I just sprouted. “Hm, good girl.” Looking at me through lazy slits, he provoked,” You know when my name would sound even better?”

I shook my head. I probably didn’t want to know either.

Ares continued while letting go of my hair. Instead, he enveloped my neck with his large hand, squeezing it lightly. “When you sit on my dick later and scream it. When I choke you just like this and feed you my cock, feeling it slide in under my palm. And you can’t beg me to quit even though you want to because you’d rather have me ruin you than stop me from blowing my load and have you swallow it.”

I looked up into his demonic eyes, licks of fire burning in those dark irises. Feeling bile rise, I ripped his hand from my throat right before he dodged a slap in his face. “One more time, asshole. Get out!”

He swung his head back, laughing like a lunatic that clearly enjoyed my uncomfortableness. “Fine, fine. But, uh…” he nodded at my unshielded chest. “Nice tits… prude.”

He then leaned over to blow a wave of wind onto one of my breasts, spreading the clouds of foam on there before I had the chance to cover myself up again with my arms. Horrified, I was cemented to the tub, covering myself with my small hands.

“Work on those reflexes,” he commented, lingering around me before taking a step back. His eyes glistened with satisfaction as his smile widened. “Or not. Because now I can jerk off in peace while I imagine motorboating you. Thanks, sis!”

He broke into a cackle, jumped up, and slammed the door shut while I sank under water and tried to drown myself.

The wedding of our parents this week be damned.

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