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Alright, I’m a horrible person. The glee I feel over knowing he’s gone is insane.So damn glad he’s gone.The horror he put my stepsister through was enough for me to be happy that the bastard didn’t keep the internship with me. Once I found out my sister supposedly killed herself, I took it upon myself to destroy everything Ricardo had his hand in.
“I can’t say I’m sorry to hear that.” I should have kept my mouth shut. The man, no, my step-nephew, slaps me and holds my face in his cruel grip.
“Did you kill him?”
Taking a moment, I look at him. He’s asking all the wrong questions. “No.” I spit back at him. “I would never use violence like him.” God, why doesn’t he understand I’d never be the bad guy? Or at least not intentionally.
Acting like all of this he’s laying on me is no big deal is harder than I’m letting on. It’s huge. This means everything Lucinda had under her name can go to her sons, and Ricardo can’t touch it.
“You destroyed my family.” He’s shaking as he growls at me.
Looking at him, a deep sorrow fills me, wondering what lies this young man has been told. “I’m not the bad guy in your equation.” God, I wish I had been closer to Lucinda. Then I’d know which of her sons I was talking to.
His hand on me gets tighter. It hurts, but I keep my mouth shut as he stares at me. I understand now why I thought he looked familiar.
My gut sinks at the thought that he’s like his father and mine. Although, I could say he’s worse because he’s killed my friends. No, my family. Emotions run high. Hate seems to have morphed into understanding. I should have reached out to the boys after Lucinda’s death, but the idea of seeing Ricardo kept me away. His snarl takes me out of my thoughts.
“The fuck you aren’t.”
Peeking at him, trying to gauge his thoughts, my own go haywire. Nervously, I lick my lips as he moves closer. Our lips are a hair breath apart as he whispers. “Lick your lips again, pebble.”
Why do those whispered words excite me?
He sounds almost entranced, and for some reason, my guard slips down. I want to know this man on better terms.
Is it because he’s family?
Fuck, everything is turning hazy, and this cannot happen. I have to resolve to not fall for the sense he’s going to be nicer to me. His breath tickles my lips, and he groans as I do as he asked.
Flickering my tongue across my lips, I smile at him. “What’s your name?” I need to know his name. When he doesn’t answer me, I resort to be a smart ass. “Cat got your tongue, nephew?”
Real smart, Crucinda.I admonish myself as my brain panics. Why do I have to goad him? Why can’t I accept that he’s in charge? Hell, maybe if I play along, he’ll let me go.
The way he looks at me, it’s the wrong thing to have asked him. I’m not sure which one of us moves and if I’m trying to get away from him or get closer. Things are becoming unclear as he slams his lips against mine. Hate explodes into a million pieces as we move our lips together. It’s the furthest thing I feel when he runs his hands through my hair and angles my face the way he wants it.
“Jason, and I’m your step-nephew.” For a moment, I let myself enjoy his touch.
“We need to stop, and you need to let me go.” Anguish flows through me as my emotions war against themselves. There’s no denying my feeling of want or my fear. How can I possibly forget he kidnapped me? I need to remember I’m not here on good terms and that he’s a murderer.
“I see you’ve forgotten your place. It’s going to get worse before it gets better.” He mumbles as he runs his thumb along my bottom lip.
“Please stop.” The words come out pleadingly. I’ve never begged for anything in my life, but I am right now. The lines can’t blur here. We are family, and we most certainly shouldn’t be kissing. It doesn’t matter how good it feels.
We have to stop.
“I tell you what, pebble. If you tell me why the idea that my father might have been coming scares you, I’ll untie you.”
Remembering the promise I made to myself to tell him what he wanted to know, I take a deep breath and shrug.
“Speaking ill of the dead is never wise, Jason. But he wasn’t a good man.”
A switch inside of him happens, and the angry version is back. He moves his hand down to my throat and growls at me. “How would you fucking know that?”
“Because we have a history, and it isn’t pretty.”
Jason shakes his head, and I feel the shakiness in his hand. He leans down and kisses me, forcing my lips apart. “The only thing I know is that when I touch you, everything goes quiet.” He presses those lips of his against my neck, and my eyes roll into the back of my head. “So, I’m going to kiss you. That way, I don’t have to hear your lies or my father’s voice in my head.”
He looks up at me, and for one fleeting moment, we are suspended in a truce, and I see his vulnerability. Licks and kisses leave a wet trail from my collarbone to my lips. The claim is clear, and I should fight. But my arms are tied down, and my skin is too raw to even attempt loosening the knots. Trickles of blood have already dried on my forearms from my previous attempts to get out of my bonds.
