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She puts her fingers on the dial for the volume on the radio and says, “Have you always been this fucking annoying?”
“You have a dirty mouth, Princess. Do you need my hand on your ass again?”
With that she cranks the volume up loud enough so she can’t hear me. Yeah, I’m the annoying one. Every once in a while, I glance at her while she sits there appearing dazed. When I pull into the hotel parking lot, she reaches over and turns the radio down, “Why are we at a hotel, Nash?”
“You can’t go home like this. A hotel is the only option, Princess.” I park and snap, “Come on.”
I’m pissed that she got herself in this situation and that I have to deal with it. I had really hoped after helping her detox, that would be it. I knew it probably wouldn’t be the end of it, though.While I’m not pleased, I can’t say I’m surprised.
We walk into the hotel and up to the front desk. “I need a room with two beds,” I inform the clerk.
He smiles as he types away on his keyboard but then says, “I have a king room. That’s it.”
“Fine,” I bite as I put the card down on the desk. This is the account that was established for me after my grandparents died. If my dad chooses to, he will see this transaction. I just hope he doesn’t. If he finds out I took his precious Ivy to a hotel, it will not be an easy conversation.
He hands me the room key, “Here you go Mr. Lexington. Your room is on the second floor, third door on the right.”
I grab Ivy’s hand and pull her to the elevator. We stand there, and she wobbles slightly, so I let go of her hand, placing my arm around her waist. I pull her in when the doors slide open.
“Liam’s going to kill you.”
I turn so I’m in front of her and ask, “For what exactly?”
She backs up into the wall, “For raping me like you tried to do to my Mercy.”
And there it fucking is. The one thing people will never get past. I’ll always be the kid that tried to rape his best friend. I can apologize. I can quit fucking using drugs. I can run. But I’ll never escape my past crimes. Like a shadow, your past follows you everywhere you go. I did my time. They set the release date. Opened the bars. Still, I’ll always be a prisoner of my horrible choices. I’ll never truly be set free.
I place my hands on either side of her head and lower my face to hers, “No Princess, I’m not going to rape you. I wouldn’t touch you if you fucking begged me to.”
The truth is, I haven’t had sex in nearly two decades. The last naked woman I saw in the flesh was Mercy. Ivy is fucking gorgeous. She has this perfect full ass that I saw in a red thong when I spanked her. It took everything in me not to drop to my knees and taste her. If she wasn’t my adopted sister, I’d be all over her. My cock in her pretty little throat would finally shut her up. She is my adopted sister, so that makes her off-limits. In my family, off-limits doesn’t seem to mean a whole hell of a lot. My dad got with his son's best friend. My dad’s best friend, Xander, got with dad’s sister, Elle. Max, not family but a friend of my dad’s, got with Xander’s sister, a nun. Yeah, a nun. Another story for another time. Forbidden is just what we do. But hooking up with your sister, adopted or otherwise, is a whole extra level of taboo that would never be tolerated. My dad might kill me for that. Still, that tiny little body is mouth-watering. I’ve never in my life wanted to redden an ass as much as I do hers. My face, this close to hers, I catch her scent. Intoxicating. Jasmine and lilies. Luckily the elevator dings, and the doors slide open, interrupting my self-torture. Placing my arm around her waist, I escort her into the hallway. We walk down to the third door on the right.
I unlock the door and motion for her to step inside, which she does. There’s only one bed, and I’m not exactly tired in the middle of the damn day. So, I take a seat on the oversized gray chair in the room. It’s a fairly basic room. A king bed sits in the middle of the room, and there’s a small cream-colored desk with only a lamp sitting on it. The chair is the only other furniture in this small room. But it’ll do. I want her to sober up before I take her home. Nothing more than sleep will happen here.
“Go lie down, Princess.”
I’m not sure how because it happens so quickly, but she stumbles, and before I know it, she’s in my lap, the last place she should be. On instinct, I wrap my arms around her to prevent her from falling to the floor. She sits up, straightening her back, her face only inches from mine, and whispers, “Nash.”
“Bed, Ivy. Get into fucking bed.”
She runs her fingers through my hair and moans, “I’m so wet, Rapist. Don’t you want to fuck this virgin pussy.”
Jesus Christ. She’s trying to kill me. Obviously, I want her virgin pussy, but it can’t happen. It won’t.
I rise out of the chair, and she wraps her arms and legs around me as I carry her to the bed. Forcefully, I peel her from me and lie her down.
I’ve done a lot of fucked up shit. If there’s some kind of list out there for my karma, I’d like this recorded. I haven’t had sex in so damn long. I’ve got a fucking stunning virgin offering herself to me. Walking away from this takes the patience of a goddamn saint.
CHAPTER NINE
IVY
If Nash thinks he’s going to come in and force me to bend to his will, he has another thing coming. Instead, he’ll be bending to mine. He’s been in prison for a long time. I know exactly what he wants. I’m going to give it to him, but there will be a price.
He stares at his phone while I shimmy out of my skirt and panties. When I remove my shirt and throw my clothes on the floor, he lifts his gaze to mine.
“What the fuck are you doing?”
I flash him an innocent smile, “I sleep naked.”
