Page 22 of Sweet Clementine


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But they’re withholding and cruel.

And that’swithoutunboxing the fact that just a week after I became a legal adult, the three of them had Mari sent back to France.

She told me that was the deal all along. But still, it felt like fucking woman’s suffrage, having absolutely zero say in anything in my own life. From the time my mom died until now.

ExceptPizza Castle. They let me havePizza Castle.

“We want you at the firm, Cherry, so you’ll be there.” Max smiles as he and Conrad rise in unison.

“And if I don’t show up?” I study my cuticles and then the ends of my hair, my sundress undeniably suctioned to my body that is now coated in sweat from having their hands on me. Andlikingit.

I stand, not wanting them to have any advantages over me… as if they don’t already.

Conrad steps toward me, resting his hand on my hip, thumb stroking me. My heart does a heavy double thud, making my eyes flash darkness as I calibrate that my step-brothers just rubbed my legs, and now, one of them is touching my hip… intimately.

“I can wake you up every morning if you need me to.” Conrad leans in, his breath hot on my neck, the subtle smell of testosterone burning my nose. Burningbetween my legs. “I can wake you up with a brotherly kiss.”

The fuck?My heart slams against my ribs as they simply turn around and filter out of my room as if all of that were normal… or nothing, even.

I fall to my butt on my bed, head spinning.

What the fuck was that?

And why do I have to be the fucked up little darling who loved it?

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