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On my next shove, Rey grabs my wrists and pulls them behind my back effortlessly, as though he’s done this hundreds of times. My thighs clinch at how dominant he is, but I bite my tongue and try to wriggle my hands free.
“What the fuck are you doing, Rey? Let me go!”
With his body, Rey pushes me back suddenly until the back of my legs hit the frame of my bed. He grips both of my wrists with one hand and uses his free hand to slide around my front, along the sliver of skin between the hem of my tank and the waistband of my panties, my breath catching in my throat as a trail of fire follows his touch.
“I do whatever I please, but if you continue to refer to me asbrother…” He pushes against my lower stomach, making me sit on my mattress so he can lean into me. He runs his nose from my lips to my ear, lightly biting my earlobe and eliciting a gasp from me that I was too slow to stop.
His chuckle is dark and low, “Let’s just say, the things I’m going to do to you no brother would do to his sister.”
I gulp slowly, fighting the urge to both moan his name and curse him to hell. I’ve been called a lot of things in life, teenagers are probably the biggest assholes on the planet, and middle school left me with emotional battle scars. But in all the names I’ve dealt with, no one was ever able to label me a coward. In the face of any adversary, I will not back down, even if it means I fail miserably in the process. I may end up in a puddle of blood or tears - one that is of my own making - but you won’t walk away unscathed, that’s for damn sure. You’ll know exactly who you fucked with.
Quickly, I lay back against the mattress and put all my weight on Rey’s firm grip on my wrists, trapping his hand long enough to wrap my legs around his waist and hook my heels. His eyes flare with lust that instantly has my core clenching with need, but I ignore it. Getting off is not exactly what I have planned in this moment, but teasing myself will be the best fuel to the flames my stepbrother induces in me.
“Don’t play a game with me because I like to play filthy,” using my legs, I pull him forward, his hard length roughly hitting my panty clad pussy. I roll my hips against him, allowing myself a moment to feel like a different girl in a different place under different circumstances.
I watch Rey gleefully as he visibly swallows and forces himself to stay unaffected, but that glazed hunger in his eye is not so easy to hide.
I toss my head back I continue to torture both of us, rolling my hips up and down while his breaths become heavier and faster.
“Rey…” I whimper his name biting my lip when he growls and drops his lips to my neck, while his other hand grips my hips but not stopping my movements. I love that I can do this to him, make him lose his cool and aloof attitude. It gives me a sense of power I’ve yet to feel with another guy.
Immediately, my mind wanders to Noah. Would he react in the same way if I were to try? Obviously, he has no interest in me, but I don’t think I’ll ever stop fantasizing the possibilities.
Forcing my thoughts to clear, I arch my neck to give Rey’s greedy lips more access while my own kick up into a grin.
Time to show him how I like to play.
I unhook my ankles and pull my knees toward me, planting my feet on his waist while he’s otherwise distracted by my sexual spell, and push him back so unexpectedly that he slams against the dresser.
I reach under my pillow while standing straight with all of my full five feet four inches. I pop out the blade on my knife and point it at him.
“If you insist on fucking with me, I can and will play dirty, Rey. By the time I’m done with you, I’ll be your new goddess, but you’ll never have a taste of my heaven. Now get the fuck out before I change my mind and make you bleed.”
We have a stare down for a few silent moments, neither of us willing to break eye contact…that is until he throws his head back and lets loose a thunderous laugh. The sound is mocking and is like a bucket of cold water on my heated skin.
He snaps his hand forward and grabs my wrist, squeezing hard enough that my fingers loosen on the handle of my switchblade. The sound of it clattering against the floor is like a death knell to my ears.
Rey cups the back of my head in such a tender way that if he were anyone else, I’d melt, but the blackness in his eyes does nothing but put a tremble of fear in my blood. The light in his eyes goes out and all that’s left is a cold and lethal man standing in his place. Detached, emotionless, a man capable of killing without remorse. He is unhinged, depraved and ruthless…I fucking thirst for it.
Why? Because there’s nothing quite like the feel of fear pumping through your system to get you on your toes and this motherfucker has me like a ballerina. It’s fight or fuck time. I don’t know if my next intake of breath is my last, and there’s something about that that has my panties wetter now than when I was rubbing against his dick.
“You’ve just started a dangerous game, sweet girl, and I’m going to enjoy your begging.Dios no te salvará ahora.”
He smashes his lips to mine in a brutal kiss, sucking my lip into his mouth before biting hard enough to make me bleed. With a gasp he shoves away from me, my blood on his lip before he walks out of the room, leaving me standing there feeling hot, embarrassed and so fucking needy.
I don’t know what I’ve gotten myself into with Rey and this whole fucked up town, but if he thought that little show of psychotic dominance was going to scare me into submission, he’ll find that I’m just as dark as he is.
Walking over to my door, I slam it shut and spin on my heel. I rummage through my blankets and find my phone. I have a few missed calls from my mom, so I shoot her off a text letting her know I’m good and nothing more. My anger at her has dimmed a little, especially with how my father was this morning; I’m sure she was just following him hoping he was the man we knew, but Roberto proved to be quite the fucking opposite. I’m not sure if I can really blame her for being a loyal wife, she could have been fooled just like me.
After I send the text, I click over to my playlist and let the words and beat of BertieBanz wash over my mood. I pull off an outfit from the hanger in my closet, opting to go with revenge rather than comfort for this bitch ass party tonight, and get started on my hair.
I go with a slicked high pony, taking one lock of my hair and wrapping it around the band of my hair tie before curling the small strands of my sideburns and hair spraying them against my skin.
Next, I pull out my makeup bag and small round stand-up mirror from my bag and get comfortable on my bed. I apply a little concealer, but not too much because I absolutely loathe the feel of it on my skin - and I have a habit of scrubbing my hands down my face when people get on my nerves, which is often - then start on my smokey eyes.
The clock reads seven o’clock and Nimona said she’d be here at eight, so I quickly add some blush before topping it all off with mascara and dark purple lipstick.
I don’t know how Coventry parties, but I know from experience that I’ll need to eat beforehand, or I’ll be sick before the night is even over, so with one last glance at the clock, I undress and pull on my outfit.
