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I would give him that one. “Who did you kill? Was it self-defense, and that’s why you told daddy?”
“That’s between your dad and me.” He pushed off the counter and checked the time on his phone.
“Ugh. You’re infuriating! You act like you don’t give a shit about anyone except yourself.”
Cole approached me, grabbed my legs, and pulled me to the edge of my seat. “You’re not going to get the answers you want, Shae, so stop asking.” His attention traveled down to my breasts as his tongue darted over his lower lip. “Stay away from Ibrahim.”
My cheeks flushed with his proximity, and a newfound heat coursed through my body. I hated that he had this kind of effect on me. Where I lost my mind and wanted him to fuck me until I couldn’t walk. I definitely needed therapy. Something was very wrong with me.
“I’m grown, Cole. You don’t get to boss me around.” Crossing my arms and blocking his view of my boobs, I glared at him.
His fingers dug into my hips, shooting pain through me and mingling with the throbbing sensation in my knees. “Nothing is what it seems. Do what I tell you.” He sneered, a slight wobble to his voice.
Cole had never sounded unsure of himself, and my curiosity kicked up a notch. I glanced down at the small space that existed between our bodies. Excitement and fear battled for control within me as I focused on the bulge in his jeans. My gaze traveled to his, and goosebumps peppered my skin. “What do you want, Cole?” I whispered.
Cole fisted a handful of my hair and gave it a harsh tug, causing my chin to tilt up, our eyes locking. “You’re playing a dangerous game, Shae. I’m not fucking around with you. Stay away from Ibrahim.”
“Or what?” Apparently, the fact that I’d witnessed him kill a man wasn’t enough for me to back down. My hormones had shifted into full throttle. Cole could have bent me over the kitchen counter and fucked me senseless, and I wouldn’t have fought him.
He pressed himself against my core, and I whimpered. The tip of his nose brushed my neck and traveled up to my ear. I grabbed his bulging biceps in order to steady myself.
“Do you want to know, Princess?” His soft lips moved against my jaw.
Oh. My. God. What was he doing to me? “Yeah.”
Cole released my hair, then picked me up. I instinctively wrapped my legs around his waist, ignoring the “fuck you” my knees gave me.
He carried me to the other side of the house, then kicked a door open. Butterflies broke loose in my belly as I realized it was a bedroom. A king-sized bed with a navy comforter hugged the wall. Cole set me down near the pillows that were propped against the headboard. His eyes darkened with need as he stared at me. “Just remember that I know how you like it.” His voice was low, and I quivered next to him.
My nipples pushed painfully against my bra as I willed him to free them. The thought of his tongue on my body, licking and sucking.Oh, God. I was going to hell for wanting to fuck my stepbrother. Not even a priest could absolve me for the dirty thoughts I was having.
Cole grabbed my wrist and tugged it to the headboard. I sucked in an excited breath as he removed a pair of handcuffs from his nightstand, then secured me to the bedframe.Oh, shit, this was hot.
His fingertips glided over my arm, then down my side. I stopped breathing as he touched the bare skin of my stomach and lingered at the waist of my shorts.
Cole’s lips hovered over mine, and my pulse stuttered against my wrist as I willed myself to stay still and let him make the first move.
He straightened slowly. “That should occupy you for a bit, Princess.” With that, he turned on his heel and strolled out of the bedroom, shutting the door behind him.
My mouth dropped. It took a second for me to comprehend that Cole had played me. I tugged on the handcuff, the metal digging into my wrist. “You fucking pussy! Just admit you want me!”
An angry scream escaped me when he didn’t return or answer.
“Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!” I pulled harder on the cuffs, then frantically searched for a release button like the ones for sex play. Nothing. I leaned over, searching under his pillows for a key. My heart sank as I realized there wasn’t one nearby. Hopping off the mattress, I bent down and peered under the bed. Dammit. Not even a speck of dust existed beneath it.
I stood, my arm hanging in the air from being tied to his headboard. I berated myself for considering the idea that he was serious about messing around. Our parents would freak out if they suspected we wanted to fuck each other. Not that we did, but ... Ugh. How could I have been so stupid?
The rumble of motorcycles reached my ears, and I fell silent. Spindles of fear snaked through my stomach as the cold, harsh reality dawned on me.
My shoulders sagged, and I sank onto the edge of the bed. This whole time, I’d dared to hope he had a shred of humanity, but he only wanted to turn me over to the MC gang he was involved with. Cole had probably told them I witnessed the murder, and they were here to shut me up. Permanently. A sob escaped me, and I slapped my hand over my mouth. How in the hell I’d ended up here was beyond me. I was so excited about summer vacation and being home for a few months. Now, here I was about to be turned over to an MC to what ... rape me? Hold me for ransom? Kill me?
The sunlight filtered into the dark room as the sun shifted to my side of the house. I mentally told Daddy how sorry I was for getting myself into this mess. Also, I was sorry that he hadn’t listened to my warning. Cole was, in fact, a monster without a conscience.
I curled into a ball the best I could and gave into the hot tears that streamed down my cheeks. My life would never look the same. I would be used and abused or tossed into the river, never to be seen again, all because I’d witnessed a murder.
My cries finally settled down, and I curled up on Cole’s pillow. Deep, low voices traveled through the house, but I couldn’t tell what they were saying. Heavy footfalls sounded down the hall, and I froze. Fear seized me as I waited to see if they were coming for me.
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