“You’re not a man; you’re a monster.Get away from me,” I demand.
He crosses his arms over his chest and studies me from head to toe.My stomach bottoms out at the hunger in his gaze.
“No, baby doll, I don’t think I will.I’ve been looking for you for thirteen years.Now that I’ve found you, I’m going to stay very,veryclose,” he vows.
My vision narrows.I can’t breathe.
I need to get away from him.
Far, far away.
Now.
Chapter 2
Brennan Diamond
You’re not a man; you’re a monster.
Her words strike deeper than I care to admit, but the terror shining in her bright green eyes is worse.Her clenched fists and stilted breaths kill me while her trembling lips and full breasts beg me to taste and claim.
I don’t know what lies my father fed her to make her so scared of me, but I won’t let his machinations come between us anymore.Audrey was always mine.My sweet little sister.My daring baby doll.My unexpected protector.My secret obsession.
My father had thirteen years to turn her against me—which is five years longer than the time we had growing up together—but I don’t care how long it takes; I’ll win her back and make her mine.
Her expression hardens and defiance replaces her fear.
“Just leave me alone, Brennan.I don’t want you in my life,” she says.
With impressive ease, she spins on her high heel and glides back into the main hall.
Need pulses in my balls and my half-hard cock jerks against my trouser seams.
She’s pure perfection.Even as her words slice deep into my soul, her sweet lemony scent fills my mouth with saliva.
I’m still as obsessed with her as I was before, maybe even more so, except now I don’t have to hold back.
It broke me to leave her behind thirteen years ago, but at nineteen years old, I couldn’t handle my father’s oppression anymore, and watching my beloved twelve-year-old stepsister blossom into a woman I couldn’t have was too painful.
I’m not a hormone-crazed nineteen-year-old anymore, and she’s no longer a lanky little girl.She’s a striking goddess now.
The age gap between us is no longer an issue.We’re both adults.She’s twenty-five and I’m thirty-two.
We were never related by blood, and now we’re no longer bound by our parents’ marriage.
I want her.No one and nothing will stop me from taking what should have been mine the moment she turned eighteen.
Jealous rage colors my vision as she joins the bridal party and offers the two men from before a dazzling smile.My hackles rise at her audacity as she flirts with them knowing I’m only a few feet away, watching and lurking in the side hall like a creep.
I push my glasses higher on the bridge of my nose and adjust my suit before stalking toward them, but the wedding planner calls out and venue staff begin ushering attendees to the chapel.
Audrey glances at me as I pass her.With promises gleaming from my eyes, I hold her gaze until I turn out of sight.
I scan the crowd as I stride down the side aisle to my section near the front of the groom’s pews.Ice solidifies my veins as I meet my father’s eyes over his wife’s head, but I turn my gaze away and dismiss him as though I’ve never seen him before.
When I severed ties thirteen years ago, I vowed to never acknowledge him again.Only one person could ever make me break that vow, but I haven’t seen or heard of Audrey interacting with him since he began his political campaign for mayor of New York City over eight years ago with a new wife in tow.
Most attendees have deep pockets and strong ties to each other.I recognize everyone in the first ten rows on both sides of the aisle.
