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Caleb and Nick froze, then slowly looked from me to dad as the bastard had the gall to blanch, then swallowedhard.
“You know…” I continued, holding his gaze. “Before she died.”
“Tobe...” Nick started.
“Suddenly, I’m not feeling fucking hungry.” I shoved up from the table and turned away, catching the little bitch’s gaze as I left.
But it wasn’t a sick smear of sympathy I saw in her eyes. No, it was something more like sadness…like she almostunderstood my pain.Which was a damn lie. She didn’t know a goddamn thing about me.
I strode from the dining room, leaving a void behind me. I'd sucked the joy from dad's moment and the blossoming friendship that fucking woman wanted to have with us, then took the stairs two at a time, leaving them behind.
“I’m sorry about that…” dad murmured, his words barely reaching me.
“There’s no need,” Elle Castlemaine answered. “None at all.”
I slammed my boots against the stairs until I reached my floor, glancing at her room.Her fucking room.I glanced over my shoulder and headed toward it, throwing open the door. Christ, it even smelled different. Gone was the biting scent of hospital antiseptic and the faint smell of death I couldn’t fucking shake, no matter how deeply I exhaled.
It smelled like…vanilla.
Fucking vanilla.
I glanced at the small bottle of perfume on the dresser.Pure,the gold label stated. I swallowed hard as heat raced to my cock.Pure?Fuck, I wanted to smell it…wanted to search her bed for those panties and spray the shit on them, too. I stepped closer, pawing through the mess of her clothes, ones she'd torn the tags from, and found her underwear hidden beneath ripped black jeans.
I crossed the room, grabbed the perfume bottle, and lifted it to my nose. Anger drove me to pump the mist across her underwear before placing the bottle back. I balled the panties in my hand, then shoved them into my pocket before striding from the room.
The door closed quietly behind me, leaving the heady scent of that perfume behind. I didn’t know why I'd done it, why I hated her. Her white cotton fucking panties and the bottle ofPureburning into my mind. But I took them…I took them like she'd taken from me.
“Get the fuck out of my house,” I muttered as I stepped inside my room and closed the door.
Darkness swallowed me. The blackout blinds were drawn, the walls were painted dark steel gray. I didn’t want light in my world. I pulled the panties free. I didn’t want women, or vanilla…and I sure as hell didn’t want her.
I closed my eyes and lifted them, inhaling deep.
The scent invaded me.
In my head, I saw her naked, those tight little peaks of her breasts puckered tight. I swallowed as I grew hard. I wanted to lick them, wanted to open her legs and see just how pure she was. She couldn’t be too pure, no eighteen-year-old stayed a virgin for long.
But that ugly fucking mark on her cheek said she probably was. I bet it drove her to run and hide anytime a guy looked her way. I bet because of it, she’d never been kissed…or touched.
Fuck. Me.
I reached down, unzipped my jeans and took out my cock. An ache pulsed deep as I took myself in my hand and looked down. The head was red, flushed and hungry. I hadn’t been this hard in…
Forever.
I squeezed my fist and pressed the white cotton to my face and in my head, she squirmed under my hold.
You a fucking mouse?I roared at her.
In my fantasy, those little tits bounced and trembled as she bucked her hips under me. Her dusky pink nipples grew even tighter as she fought.
You a fucking mouse in my goddamn house, bitch?
Get off me!she screamed, those washed-out gray eyes glaring into mine.Sadness. Sadness and fucking desperation.That’s what I'd seen downstairs. That’s how she'd fucking looked at me, like she gave a shit. Like shecared!
I gave a low, harsh grunt, coming hard in my fucking hand. My cock twitched, the vein underneath pulsing as I drew in deep gasps and croaked, “What the fuck was that?”
I lowered her panties as a tremor of disgust rolled through me.
