My inner filter's officially crumbled. Gone.
I don't dare look at him as he shoots me one last death glare. For a second, I'm half scared he'll reach over and suffocate me with those monstrous hands.
Then my brain does it for me, turning against me, forcing me to imagine what those rough, huge paws would feel like all over my body.
Great. Being around Prince Asshole Sterner collides with my virgin insecurities.
It's sick. Taboo. Wrong.
It's also lodged in my head like a bad song on loop. All I can think about for the rest of the drive is how good it would feel to hate-fuck this savage sonofabitch, blowing off the smothering tension between us, and probably a lot more too.
So much for ever having a normal sex life.
I don't realize how hot my blood's pumping until we're past the guardhouse, heading for the garage. The oversized opener attached to my visor isn't working for some reason. The car idles as I awkwardly tap the big button several times.
Ty's arm jerks past. He pushes my hand down with a growl, rips the black box off my visor, and then punches a neon green square next to the big button.
“That one opens the garage. You're hitting the fucking panic button for the guards.”
Hot, brutal red stains my cheeks. I'm too embarrassed to make another sarcastic comment. By the time I pull in and get ready to snap back, my door pops open, and Ty leaps out of my car.
He doesn't even stop to look back as he jogs to the house door, rips it open, and disappears inside.
I don't move for at least a solid half hour. I'll fucking die on the spot if I run into the prick in the halls. My entire body can't stop shaking, and the tears come, furious and blinding hot after their delay.#p#分页标题#e#
Is this what a panic attack feels like?
I'm clueless. The storm sweeps over me for the next ten minutes while my brain flashes through my parents, their sudden wedding, and this new home that'll never feel anything like home should.
This place is a fucking prison, no matter how many luxurious acres it is. And Ty's just another inmate here to taunt me, to toy with me right down to base biology. Why, why, why does my fucked up brain want to kiss the lips that won't stop telling me I'm worthless?
You know that old cliche about uptight good girls melting their panties and losing their minds for the worst badasses around? Yeah, I'm living it.
“Shut up! You better open those legs a fuck of a lot wider if you want what I've got pounding your pussy, babe. Don't you fucking scream 'til I say you can.”
It's his voice.
At first, I think I'm having a sex dream. Not just any sex dream, but an honest-to-God pussy creaming wet dream about my evil step-brother.
“Oh, Ty!” A woman's voice bubbles through the darkness. “Oh, my. Fuck, that feels so –“
She gasps. I open my eyes, listening to Ty's rough growl. I can practically hear him throwing her skirt up and burying his face against her skin.
I sit up in my bed. He's not in my room, but the voices are so close it sounds like it. More shifting, movement just outside my door. It takes me a few seconds to realize he's outside in the hallway with some random slut, and she's pressed up against my door.
Oh, hell no. This can't be happening.
The clock next to me glows 2:00 AM. Normally, I'd be furious to have someone wake me up in the middle of the night. I used to give my roomies hell about it back at the dorms.
But I turned in so early after our fight on the beach that I feel like I've slept for eight or nine hours.
“Ty, Ty!” her infuriating voice chirps again, hot and heavy, moaning his name like she's worshiping him.
Maybe she is. The wet smack of lips pressing and hands roaming around forbidden places tells me he's got another poor girl wrapped around his wicked finger.
I'm about to jump out of bed, fling the door open, and throw my slipper at him when the girl giggles. She sounds a little further away now. A second later, the door to Ty's room next door opens, and then clicks shut.
That's right. This house is bigger than half the hotels I've ever stayed at, and yet we're locked in close quarters like rats. Don't get me wrong – the rooms are huge, spacious, and totally private. But I'm still next to him – him!
I'd rather be sleeping next to Mom and her new billionaire boy toy, or whatever the hell he actually means to her. Hearing them fuck through the walls wouldn't be half as gross as what's about to happen.
A body slams against the wall behind mine. The woman keeps laughing and laughing, hissing pure pleasure through her teeth. An image of Ty holding her plush against the wall flashes in my mind, the perfect position for shoving his face between her legs.
I have an eerily good idea what they're doing. But what the hell's up with me?
I don't realize I'm against the wall on the other side, pressing my ear to it, until hot blood rushes through my temples. The stranger's high, soft feminine gasps are coming faster now. If I lean really close, I can hear the wet, steady slap of his mouth on her flesh, his growl stabbing through it every so often like he's starving for this.