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What the actual fuck? This wasn’t me. I wasn’t this submissive, raging jackass. I had a temper and I sometimes said shit I wished I could take back, but I didn’t goad people and keep at them. And he was right. I’d touched him first, and Ineverput hands on anyone.
Then again, no one had ever stood up to me when I got like this. They either gave in and shut up, or they walked away.
Caleb hadn’t done either. He’d met my anger with his infuriating calm and that fucking smirk I wanted to bite off his stupid mouth.
No. I shoved that thought out of my head. Fuck no.
“Keep telling yourself it’s not,” I shot back, hating how off-kilter I felt while my dickhole stepbrother played me like a goddamn fiddle.
“What about this?” He circled his hips.
Pleasure exploded deep in my body at the friction. I gasped pathetically as stars danced in front of my eyes.
“That’s what I thought.” He chuckled, the sound devoid of all mirth.
“Fuck. You.”
“You want that, don’t you?” He adjusted his grip and used the thigh he still had jammed between my legs to shift me up the wall until my heels were off the ground.
Another explosion of pleasure detonated inside me, leaving a ripple of calm energy in its wake.
What the hell?
No. No fucking way. Ineverlet anyone manhandle me like this.
“I hate you,” I snarled.
“Yeah, well I hate you too. But you want me.”
“Never.”
“Really?” He rubbed his thigh between my legs. The pressure was almost too much, too hard. At the same time not enough. “You don’t want this?”
He shifted his hips. His massive cock dragged over mine. Christ he was huge.
A low moan escaped my throat as my eyes rolled back. Why did that turn me on? I actively avoided bigger guys, even though they were my type.
“Yeah, you do.”
“I don’t?” I said weakly, my body limp, my mind spinning.
What was happening to me?
“All you need to do is tell me to stop,” he baited.
“Don’t…”
“Don’t what? Don’t do this? Don’t stop? I’m not a mind reader, Goldilocks.” Hot breath ghosted over my cheek as he leaned closer and put his lips by my ear. “Tell me to stop.”
I opened my mouth, the word right there on the tip of my tongue.
Why couldn’t I say it? I was just letting him do this.
“I hate you.”
“I know. And it’s mutual.” He chuckled, the sound throaty and deep. “But we don’t have to like each other to get off.”
“You’re not my type,” I lied.
