Billionaire Stepbrother (A Dark Erotic Romance)(5)

“Well, little one, it’s just me and you in this house and I certainly didn’t take them.” He gestured to the living room, spreading his arms wide. “Why, I’ve been sat right here, all this time.”

He stood and advanced towards me, letting his eyes skim over every inch of my bare flesh. I held the towel tighter as he approached. My breasts struggled against the soft fibres as my breathing increased to a rapid pace.

I stepped away.

“That’s a nice perfume, Aimee. Au naturel?” he whispered.

My eyes went wide. Oh god, I thought. The sweet smell drifted up from between my legs, mingled in the air and floated around our heads. His words were like an aphrodisiac to me and all I wanted him to do was straddle his face and overpower him with my scent.

I swallowed a thick guilty glob of wickedness. I couldn’t think like this. I wouldn’t. I took a deep breath and attempted to control my voice. Stay on course, I thought. “The water’s not running in my bedroom either. Do you know anything about it?”

He raised a perfectly sculpted eyebrow. “No, I don’t. But, for you, I can check the controls. The system has been a little glitchy since it was installed. The question is: what do I get in return if I fix the problem?”

“Er…” I stuttered.

“That’s OK, Aimee. I’m sure I’ll think of something.”

He wandered over to the far wall opposite the fire to an obscure and partially hidden electronics panel.

“I can control most anything from here,” he explained.

The lights suddenly dimmed, leaving only the firelight as the sole illumination in the room. Shadows danced across his turned back as he continued to stand interacting with the panel. I watched the golden light play over his back and frowned as my eyes took in a small sliver of fabric wedged in his back pocket. I moved closer, and squinted my eyes to see better; I recognised the lacy material at once. My knickers! It had been him, as if there’d been any doubt in my mind!

A loud series of clicks sounded all round the apartment; reverberating off every wall and echoing around my ears. The sound of locks slamming shut.

“I can even seal us in. You know, in case the world outside goes mad.”

He spun around, his fierce determined eyes fixed upon me. He reached out, missing me by a hair, just as I passed him, trying desperately to make it to my room. His eyes were wild, ready to devour me. I tried hard to suppress the hidden longing deep inside me as I reached my bedroom door. The knob turned but the door didn’t open. I looked over my shoulder; he wasn’t there. He hadn’t followed.

“There’s nowhere to go, Aimee,” he called from the living room. “I told you; it’s just you and me in here.”

What could I do? He was right; I had nowhere to run, nowhere to hide. The only choice I had was to stand up to him; to face him.

I stood tall and walked back into the open living room. He stood leaning against the mantelpiece above the fire.

“Decided to join me?” He turned to watch me.

I took hold of the edges of towel and whisked them away from my body and flashed him, letting him get a good look.

“Is this what you want?” I yelled. Two can play this game.

He paused, his glass halfway to his mouth and peered at me with those stony eyes. A formidable bulge appeared at his groin. His cock struggling beneath the material of his suit pants.

Before he could answer, I closed the curtains on his view and said, “Well, you’ll never get it!”

Lex’s mouth twitched and the sides of his jaw clenched and unclenched as he looked at me in silence. He didn’t need to tell me I was wrong; he was amused by my defiance.

He reached an arm behind his back and pulled on the material in his pocket and brought my panties, bunched up in his hand, to his face. My pupils dilated as his nose buried deep amongst the moist fabric. He breathed a huge audible sniff. The deep walls between my legs contracted sending a wave of pleasurable pulsations flowing into my every cell. Why did that have to turn me on so much?

I knew right then my fate was sealed. I wanted him to have me. Right here on the rug. But I couldn’t give in; I was too stubborn.

I raised my chin at him, trying my best to look bored.

“Suck it up, Lex. Keep my knickers as a souvenir. Oh and by the way, I also know you took my phone.”

“You won’t need your phone,” he replied, as if the fact he stole it from me, went into my private room, meant nothing.

We stood a healthy distance apart but I could feel the pull towards him, as if he were like a fisherman slowly reeling me in. We were at a stalemate; at least I thought we were.

He flung his crystal tumbler into the crackling fire; shards of glass shattered against the back bricked–wall and the air sizzled with the evaporating peaty liquid. He was done being nice… if Lex could ever be considered nice.