Chapter 7

“What does it look like Little Sister?” he replied, his tone almost lazy, like he was testing something. He cups my boobs, gentle at first, but then squeezes hard enough to make me suck in a surprised gasp through clenched teeth.

“Is this what you like?” he continued, watching me too closely. “You like it when it’s rough? When it’s a fight? That’s what gets you off?” Now his hand travels lower, grazing my stomach and making the muscles jump under my skin.

“What?” I whispered breathlessly. I had no idea what he was rumbling about but he continued anyway.

“That day,” he went on, his voice dropping lower, “you stood there watching. Don’t even try to deny it. You were turned on.”

My stomach twisted.

Not entirely in anger, which annoyed me even more. I couldn’t deny I was wondering how it would feel to have those rough hands gripping my hips tight as he—

What the fuck Jenna!

I grabbed his wrist and yanked his hand off me, pushing him back.

“Are you actually insane?” I snapped, my breathing uneven now for reasons I refused to think about. “Is that what you think this is about?”

He raised an eyebrow slightly, like he didn’t believe me. “If it’s not, then what is it?”

I stepped forward this time, closing the space between us again.

“You went into my room, you took my journal. You humiliated me. You insulted me. That’s what this is about.”

He stared at me for a second.

Then laughed.

“You almost got me killed over that?” he said, disbelief mixing with anger. “Because I saw you naked and took a book full of your crimes?”

“Yes,” I said without hesitation. “And I’ll do it again.”

“Fucking hell! Do you how much it will cost me to fix what you destroyed? Do you have any fucking idea what that bike means to me!”

“Yeah I do, that’s why I did it” I shrugged nonchalantly while I watched him shake with rage.

It felt good.

“You just declared war kitten, and I hope you can keep up. Because I swear, I’m gonna make you cry, in different ways, different locations and different styles. I will make you reminisce this day and you will wish you never did it. I promise you”

Something about the way he said it made a small, cold feeling settle in my chest.

Still, I held his gaze. “Try me.”

His jaw tightened.

Then he stepped back. “Think about what you did,” he said, turning toward the door. “When I come back, I expect an apology.”

Before I could respond, he walked out and locked the door behind him.

For a second, I just stood there before it hit me.

The walls.

The lack of space.

The air that suddenly felt too thin.

“No—” I rushed to the door, grabbing the handle, shaking it hard. “Alec—no—open the door!”

“Alec!” I banged against it, panic creeping in whether I wanted it or not. “I can’t breathe—open the damn door!”

ALEC’S POV

Goddamn fucking bitch.

“Try me.”

There had been fire in her eyes when she said that. Real fucking fire. The thought of it made my cock twitch in my pants.

That must be her kink, because there was no way I would believe she just chose to rage-bait me on purpose. The little bitch didn’t know who she was playing with.

I clenched my jaw as I strode toward the abandoned art lab where my friends and I usually met.

“Hey!” I grabbed a boy who was passing by me on the shoulder, making him halt.

“You know the small storage room at the end of this hall?” He nodded, clearly wondering why I was talking to him.

“Good. Go and open the door. Someone is inside.” I gave him a pat on the shoulder and walked away, knowing he didn’t have a choice but to do what I asked.

I noticed the little bitch might be claustrophobic. I wouldn’t want her dying and leaving me to face her stupid father’s wrath.

I pushed the door to the lab open and all eyes turned toward me. I spotted Kylie on my best friend’s lap—they were making out and didn’t notice me walking in.

“Yo, what happened?” Collen, one of my boys, walked toward me, examining my body.Roman’s attention shifted to me as he pushed Kylie off and stood up.

“What happened, dude?” His eyes raked over my body, then his face hardened as he balled his fist. “Who did it? Tell me his fucking name and I’ll have his head!”

“It’s nothing,” I replied as I pulled my shirt off.

“Ale—”

“I said I got it. I already dealt with the person!” I snapped, and everyone went quiet, but I knew Roman wasn’t going to let it go. He would ask me later.

My mind went back to that little vixen, and I balled my fist as blood rushed straight to my cock.

Shit.

Her fierceness was attractive as fuck. I had never experienced something like that in my life. I wanted to teach her a lesson so she would stop trying to mess with me, but at the same time, I wanted to see how much fire she had. How far she would go.

A little entertainment in this messed-up world of mine wouldn’t hurt, if you asked me. At least until I leave this town and her father’s house for good. I was already preparing for that, and in a few months, I should be good to go.

“Alec!” Kylie called, trying to grab the cloth I was using to clean my body.

“Don’t fucking touch me!” I snapped, and she flinched, surprised at my reaction.

I didn’t know why I reacted like that. I just knew I didn’t want to be touched at that moment. But she was like a pest—she wouldn’t leave even if you asked her to.

“What did I do? Are you mad at me?” she whined and I sighed. “No, Kylie. I just don’t want to be touched.”

“Why? Is it because of me and Roman?” My head snapped toward her with a scowl.

Is she fucking serious? “I don’t give a damn who you fuck, Kylie. And you fucking know it!”

She looked hurt, but that was on her. She was delusional, thinking something like a relationship could happen between us, which is why she never let me rest. And now she was trying to use Roman. And I knew Roman didn’t care either.

It was kind of my fault. I should have never touched her that day—the day Jenna stood rooted at my door watching me fuck another woman.

I had been surprised. And did I almost come when I saw that raw curiosity and desire on her face?

Hell yeah.

I had to resist the urge to walk to the door and drag her in. Just to show her how rewarding being a good girl could be. The thought of her under me instead of Kylie made me finish faster and harder than I ever had before.

I was getting rock hard again. I knew I had to leave before anyone noticed. I grabbed my black leather jacket and put it on.

“I’m out. I need to get my wounds fixed,” I said as I walked out, my hands in my pockets, adjusting my pants to hide my hard-on.

“Fuck,” I groaned the moment I stepped outside, reaching down to fix myself.

This was fucking embarrassing. Getting hard at the thought of your fucking stepsister, you had better control than this, Alec.

I took a few deep breaths, forcing myself to calm down before I started walking to the park.