I barely have time to react when my back collides with the cold wall of my room. Gray’s hands slams against the wall on either side of my head, caging me in. his chest rises and falls. “You’re a coward,” he breathes his voice raspy. I swallow hard. “And you’re an asshole.” He smirks, but there’s no humor in it. “Maybe, but at least I don’t run from what I want.” I try to shove him away but with one hand he catches my wrists, pinning against the wall above my head. My breath hitches. His grip isn't painful, just firm and possessive. “You keep looking at me like that,” he murmurs as his lips brush against my jaw causing me to tilt my head, “but then you pretend you don’t want this.” “I don’t,” I whisper and even I don’t believe myself. Gray’s lips twitch, as if he’s amused. Then before I can stop him, his lips crash against mine. I gasp and that’s all it takes for him to deepen the kiss, his free hand sliding to my waist, pulling me against him. heat pulls in my stomach and moves between my legs. I should push him. I should slap him, make him stop… But I don’t. Because the moment his tongue brushes against mine, I’m gone. ……………………………………………………………………………………………………… He is my tormentor, my stepbrother, my worst nightmare. Yet somehow in the dark, when the world isn't watching, he becomes something else, something forbidden. We're never meant to fall. Never meant to crave. But here we are, heading straight for disaster.
View MoreRaelynn
“Pack your bags we’re moving.” My mother’s words echo in my mind as I shove my clothes angrily into my box.
This week has been hell, scratch that, way worse than hell. Yesterday, I walked in on the one person I called my best friend, Chloe, and my boyfriend Peter making out.
Peter and I were to hang out at his place but he couldn’t because he suddenly caught the flu, being the sweet and naive girlfriend I was, I decided to go over and check on him. Bring him some soup and tissues.
I Didn’t need to knock because I know his passcode...one two three four five six, yes, he’s an id*ot.
Turns out I should have just minded my business and stayed at home then maybe I wouldn’t have had to walk on both of them right there on his couch, her black hair tangled in his fingers.
Worst thing they didn’t even feel bad about it, Chloe just smirked and peter’s excuse? “You’ve been depressed lately, we needed to rely on each other.”
I throw another shirt into my suitcase. Depressed? I was only depressed because I was stuck with losers like you two.
I groan slamming my box shut and take a deep breath trying to get them both out of my mind.
“Raelynn, get down right this instant” my mum screams from downstairs.
“I’m coming mother!” I yell back yanking the suitcase off my bed.
As if last night wasn’t hard enough, I came back to hear my mum say we’re moving all the way to Tribeca and we stay in Queens Village meaning an hour and sixteen minutes drive and she won't even tell me the reason.
I give one more glance at my now empty bedroom, to some extent I’m going to miss this place.
A sigh escapes my lips as I drag my luggage’s down the stairs with a grunt. When my mum sees me, she crosses her arms and frowns.
“I told you to get ready last night. Now you are going to make us late and it’s your fault.”
“Yeah, well, maybe you should have given me a little more notice,” I snap. “Or better yet, maybe I’ll just go live with dad.”
The moment the words leave my mouth I instantly regret them. The world seems to freeze for a moment and I can actually see my mother’s hand tremble.
“Raelynn…” her voice is softer now but the pin behind it is enough to make my stomach twist into knots with regret. I should know better than to bring him up.
She’s still scared. After everything he did to us...almost did to me, she’d have to be.
I clear my throat awkwardly and she shakes her head to snap out of it.
“Take your things out and make sure not to forget anything.”
I nod and does what she asked then head to the mail box. Won't need the new people moving in going through our mails…especially them.
“To Sarah.”
No senders address…again.
I stare at the five mails in my hands, a shiver runs down my spine. Quickly I stuff them into my bag so mum doesn’t see them, hopefully when we get to our new place, I’ll find a place to hide them from her, the way I did here.
“Let’s go.”
Mum shouts and I quickly tuck the letters away and rush to the car.
The car is quiet for a moment but something feels weird. I mean why are we moving and where did we even get the money to move to Tribeca that’s a place for rich people and mum and I are worse than broke.
“Where are we going?” I finally decide to ask.
But mum just shrugs. “You’ll see.”
I groan rolling my eyes. My thoughts drift back to Chloe and peter. I hate that we’re moving. I hate that it makes me feel like I’m running away and giving them room to play happy couple after what they have done to me.
Eventually I get tired and I don’t even realize when I drift off to sleep.
Hours later mum wakes me up and my eyes widen sleep immediately vanishing as I stare at the mansion in front of me. The car slows in front of a massive iron gate, which swings open as if on cue. Beyond it is a mansion straight out of a movie...white pillars, magacificent gardens, a fountain in the driveway.
“Holy cr*p,” I mutter, sitting up straighter. “Did you win the lottery? Or take out some insanely huge loan that we’ll never pay off?”
Mom rolls her eyes. “Neither. Now stop gawking and help with the bags.”
She parks, and I step out, still staring at the house like it might disappear if I blink too hard.
Once she parks a man approaches her and with a big smile on her face she steps out and hugs him.
“You are?”
They pull apart and the man turns to me extending a hand. “You must be Raelynn I've heard so much about you. I’m Edward”
I scowl at his hand. “And how do you know my mother?”
Mum sighs and turns to me. “Rae this is Edward, my fiancé.”
The words his me like a brick in the face.
Fiancé? Since when? How? Why?
“You’re joking.” I say flatly crossing my arms.
Edward chuckles awkwardly shoving his hand into his pocket. “I know this is a lot to take in...”
“Yeah, no kidding.”
“Raelynn that’s enough.” Mum snaps. “Edward has been kind to take us in, so I suggest you show some respect.”
I bite back a retort, but my glare speaks for itself.
Edward clears his throat. “Why don’t I show you your room. I had it set up this morning.”
I don’t bother responding. Instead, I grab my suitcase and stomp past him, ignoring the man I assume is a butler reaching out for it.
The inside of the house makes me let out a gasp. Everything about it is overwhelming. From the high ceilings with golden chandeliers to the sparkling marble floors and furniture's that probably cost more than I can think of.
I’m so lost in awe I don’t notice someone standing behind me until their too close their presence too intense and suffocating.
Before I can turn around, two hands grip my shoulder firmly, keeping me in place.
“Enjoying the view?” the voice is smooth like a seductive whisper that makes you want to drown in it but the dangerous edge in it keeps you far away.
A shiver runs down my spine as his hot breath fans the back of my neck.
I try to turn around again but the grip on my shoulders tightens, not hard enough to hurt, but just enough to remind me how easily it could.
“You should enjoy it,” he murmurs, his tone mocking. “After all, you won't be here long.”
Raelynn.I fly back like I've touched a live wire, my entire body buzzing with mortification. My cheeks feel like they're literally on fire, and I'm about two seconds away from throwing this antiseptic bottle at someone's face—preferably Brandon's.Grayson straightens immediately, every trace of softness vanishing as his jaw locks and his expression turns to stone. The boy who was about to kiss me thirty seconds ago has completely disappeared, replaced by this cold, untouchable stranger.Brandon just grins like the smug bastard he is. "Oh, don't stop on my account. I was just getting to the good part.""Get. Out." Grayson's voice is low and dangerous, the kind of tone that makes smart people run in the opposite direction.Brandon raises his hands in mock surrender, still leaning casually against the doorframe like he owns the place. "Relax, baby. I'll leave you two to your... whatever this is." He flashes me a wink that makes me want to disappear into the floor. "Nice nurse cosplay, b
Grayson.My grip on Charlie's throat tightens, and white-hot rage floods my veins like poison. The image of that ball sailing toward her head plays on repeat in my mind, each time making me more unhinged.‘What if she hadn't ducked in time? What if he'd fucking hurt her?’"What the hell was that earlier?" My voice comes out cold and lethal, each word dripping with barely-contained violence. I can feel my control fraying at the edges. "You know damn well you were aiming for her.""She dodged," Charlie says, like that makes it okay. Like that erases his intent. "What's the problem?"I shove him harder against the wall, his head hitting the concrete with a satisfying thud. "You could've broken something. Could've hurt her."Charlie has the audacity to chuckle. "Damn. What is she, your girl or something?"I don't answer. Can't answer. My jaw clenches so hard I might crack a molar.His smirk grows wider, more disgusting. "Didn't peg you for the type to get pussy-whipped. She good in bed or
Raelynn.The sound of a locker slamming shut yanks me back to reality."Are you ignoring me right now?" Briella's voice cuts through the room like nails on a chalkboard—grating, shrill, annoying.I blink, still halfway lost in thoughts I shouldn't be having. Thoughts that may or may not involve a certain brown-haired hockey captain and the way his jaw flexed while flipping the omelt the other night. The memory sends an unwelcome flutter through my chest that I immediately squash down.‘Get it together, Rae.’Oh. Right. We're in the middle of changing into our gym uniforms.Briella had sidled over earlier, said something irrelevant—probably something petty in the "Gray helped you once, and now you think you're important" category—and I'd tuned her out like white noise.She slams her palm against the locker beside mine, the sound echoing through the room. "You really think you're all that because Gray helped you one time, don't you?"Tsk. Called it.I tilt my head and smile sweetly. "No
Grayson.Her words echo in my mind over and over again, fuck my jaw is clenching so tight I won't be surprised if it suddenly cracks.I haven't been able to get the image of her bare body out of my mind. Fuck knows what happened in school today because despite the fact that I was there physically my mind was nowhere near present.And now—she’s asking me to fuck her.My whole body is tensed, coiled like a spring ready to snap. Every muscle is screaming at me to take what she's offering, to finally touch her the way I've been dying to.Before I can say anything—before I can think of all the reasons this is a terrible idea—she whispers, "Please."That one word destroys me. She looks so vulnerable, so innocent despite what she just asked for, and it's messing with my head in ways I don't understand. The Raelynn I know is all sharp edges and attitude, but this version of her is soft and breakable and begging me for something I've wanted to give her for months.Fuck it.My hands move to her
Grayson.Her words echo in my ears over and over, fuck my jaw is clenching so tight I won't be surprised if it suddenly cracks.I haven't been able to get the image of her bare body out of my mind. Fuck knows what happened in school today because despite the fact that I was there physically my mind was nowhere near present.And now—she asks me to…fuck her.My whole body is tensed, coiled like a spring ready to snap. Every muscle is screaming at me to take what she's offering, to finally touch her the way I've been dying to.Before I can say anything—before I can think of all the reasons this is a terrible idea—she whispers, "Please."That one word destroys me. She looks so vulnerable, so innocent despite what she just asked for, and it's messing with my head in ways I don't understand. The Raelynn I know is all sharp edges and attitude, but this version of her is soft and breakable and begging me for something I've wanted to give her for months.Fuck it.My hands move to her waist wit
Raelynn.I've been lying here for hours, staring past the ceiling into nothing, numbness wrapping around me like a second skin. Every time I close my eyes, his voice crawls back—that familiar rasp that once read me bedtime stories before everything rotted and died. ‘ "Well, well, girl. Thought you could disappear on your old man?" ’The unknown number should have been my first warning. I should have hung up the second I heard him breathe. But some stupid part of me hoped—God, I'm so fucking stupid—that maybe he'd changed. That maybe he cared.But of course, just like every time other time he made a fool of me. That maybe he'd learned what love was supposed to look like.Instead, he twisted the knife deeper.“I need money, girl. Twenty grand by the end of the month, or I'm coming to find you. And trust me, you don't want me digging around your new little life, do you?"Twenty thousand dollars. Money, I don't have. Money I'll never have.A door cracks open downstairs; it’s still early,
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