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Wherever step-monster is, she must also know to leave my dad to whatever the hell he does behind closed doors at night. Probably plotting ways to continue corrupting the world to further his wealth.
I shake my head, ridding thoughts of my dad. That’s for another day. Tonight, my mind is stuck on one thing, and I really need some damn answers.
I take two steps at a time, making my way up the curved staircase and to the second level. The sound of water running through the old pipes hits me, and I cut left, heading straight to the bathroom. My dick twitches in my jeans, and I ignore it as I barge in.
I can barely see her around the corner of the shower, but her shoulder twitches.
She knows I'm here.
I walk up to her, staring into her eyes. Her dark makeup runs down her face, making her look like a raccoon.
"What happened today?" I ask her.
She gives me her back. I look over her thin frame, noticing three deep gashes in the middle of her back. Her ass is plump, on display and so fucking close I could reach out and grab a handful. But the wound grabs my attention.
It looks gnarly, and I can see the pain in the way her skin separates from the scrapes, the raw inside of her flesh is exposed and bright red.
I reach out, brushing my fingers along the open wound. "What happened?" I ask again.
She flinches away from me, stepping farther into the shower. "Why do you care?" She doesn't even look over her shoulder at me, just continues rinsing the shampoo from her hair.
I do grab her ass this time, squeezing tight and pulling her against me. Her soaking wet back dampens my uniform shirt and the front of my pants. I don't care.
I snake my hand around her waist, hovering right over her soapy sex. Knowing I could dip a finger in, and she wouldn't even protest. "Tell me. What the fuck happened?"
She elbows me in the side, and I step away with a growl.
"You mean, besides how you fucking tortured me in the woods?” she snaps, her exhaustion long gone as her anger roars to the surface. “When you guys fucked with me like some prey. Do you have any idea what it felt like to run through the woods, like a tracked deer? I felt like the hunted.” She looks up at me, and there is such an overwhelming rush of venom in her gaze it nearly makes me stumble back. “And you guys were the hunters.”
I squeeze her ass, and she scowls at me. “What I did was nothing.Nothing. Do you not realize what I’m capable of? Do you not realize the danger you’re in from just standing in my house?”
She keeps her back to me, and the hideous scrapes on her stay at the forefront of my mind. “You want me to be scared of you. Like you’re a big, bad wolf. You think I should tremble at your feet? Bend to my knees and worship you like a god? You like games. I could see the eagerness in your eyes as you lifted me from my bed and tossed me in your car. It makes you hard to play with me like I’m some weak, mindless toy. You want me to be pliant, folding and listening to your every word.” She steps out of my hold, farther into the spray and deeper into the darkness of the shower. “I don’t fold for anyone, Malik. Least of all you. At the end of the day, you’ll find your head bowed in front of me. You’ll realize it’s me you worship with your fingers steepled in front of your chest, not the devil I know you love.”
Anger pounds against my chest, and I step into the shower, my shirt soaking through as I grip her neck, squeezing the skin. “I’m done with your filthy words. Tell me what happened to you in the room now, or else I’ll make sure you spend the rest of your life between those four walls.”
She rips herself out of my hold, a snarl on her face as she glances at me over my shoulder. “I was sent to The Room of Atonement, okay? The room I only heard about today, where peoplenever survive. I was there. Now, if you don't fucking mind, I want to take my shower and forget about this entire horrible day."
I snap a hand out, wrapping my fingers in her wet locks. Her head bows back, her eyes meeting mine upside down. "Tell me about it," I mumble.
Surprisingly, her eyes glaze. Only slightly, and she looks pissed off that it happens. "It's horrible." Her hand reaches up, squeezing my fingers until I release her hair. "Not something I would wish on my worst enemy. Even you." She looks me in the eyes at this, wringing her hair out. She turns around, her arms folded and pressed against her breasts. They squish together, covering every bit of her tits. Are they ugly? Why does she hide them? It’s not like she’s self-conscious. Her cunt and ass sit on display and her hands don’t even flinch to cover herself.
Her body is fucking sinful, even though I want to break her into dust.
I lied to Thea earlier. Vera's ass is way nicer than hers.
My eyes trail down, watching the water as it trails down her stomach, rolling into her belly button before tumbling out, rushing between her sex. She's bare, not an inch of hair covering her cunt. I didn't look the last time, too pissed off about her being in my house to notice her banging body.
But it is. It's the sexiest thing I've ever seen. Too bad I hate her with everything in me. I'd rather hear her scream my name in fear than in pleasure.
My hand wraps around her body, and I press into her cut, one that isn't from scraping against something. No, it almost looks like…
Someone scratched her.
"Where'd you get this?" I ask, leaning forward until my cheek presses against hers. Water drips from her hair onto her ear, rolling down until it slips off, landing on my lips. I lick it clean, feeling the gash on her skin. Pressing into it until she whimpers. "Who gave this to you?"
Her hands go up, and she presses her palms against my chest, pushing me away from her. "Go. Get the fuck out of here. It's not like you care. You’re evil, Malik. This morning you left me, this afternoon you left me. This evening you fucking tortured me. You wouldn't care if I rotted away in that room, with all the other dark spirits. You probably wish I did. Fucking bastard." She brings her hand up, flicking water in my face. "Fuck off, big brother. I don't want to talk to you."
Her arm covers her chest, like that's going to lend her any amount of decency.
