“Stay,” he told me after flipping me onto my back.
I watched him carefully as he disappeared through a door—which I assumed was a closet—and reappeared holding bundles of rope and a vibrator.
My heart thumped loudly. My thighs clenched together.
“I’m so glad I was prepared to have you over,” he said with a wink, setting down the items on the bed beside me before leaning close. “How does that make you feel, Av? Knowing I’d already decided you would be here, in my apartment, with me?”
I licked my lips. “Makes me wonder why you’re so goddamn cocky.”
He laughed at my remark, leaning closer until his breath tickled the shell of my ear. “We’ll see if that attitude is still here when I have you tied up and helpless, begging for a release I might not grant you.”
I shivered, knowing he meant every word of his threat.
He pulled back and grabbed the rope before reaching for my wrists. I didn’t resist. I had so much to prove to him, to myself. There was power in giving in to him. Now was my chance to show him I was exactly where I wanted to be—tied up, spread, claimed, and utterly his.
He worked quickly, like a man on a mission, a man whoneededthis. Before I knew it, my hands were tied together, and he was securing the rope to the metal loop in the middle of his headboard.
Fucking psycho.
“What’s so funny?” he asked, catching my grin.
“Just can’t believe you have a loop on your bed to tie me to.”
His grin widened, and it made my stomach fill with butterflies. “I’ve had lots of time to think of where and how I’d be fucking my sweet little stepsister once I lured her here.”
Oh shit.
He reached into his boot and pulled out his knife. His hands were steady as he sliced through my clothes, leaving me in a pile of tattered fabric.
“Rowen!” I laughed.
He wasn’t smiling back, though, his attention elsewhere. His fingers grazed my ribs, warm and firm, just below the bandage.
There was only a slight ache left, but now that he was staring at it, it might as well have been on fire. His fingers pulled at the tape until he revealed his initials.
'RBT'
Rowen.
Blake.
Thompson.
The stepbrother I was meant to hate yet found myself madly in love with instead.
“Perfect,” he muttered, mostly to himself.
Then, he reached for the vibrator.
I shivered, my body remembering just how well this man wielded this particular weapon, how it nearly took me out the last time.
“I want you begging,” he said as the low buzz of the vibrator filled my ears, sending a tremor through me. “I want you begging me to stop. I want you to cry and scream and offer me anything I want to stop torturing your little clit.” He pushed the vibrator against my inner thigh, making me jump. “And I want to say no.”
I whimpered.
He slid the vibrator between my thighs—not inside me, but just enough to tease. My hips arched instantly, and he smiled victoriously.
“You’re already close, aren’t you?” He trailed the vibrator up and down my slit, ensuring I was kept on the edge. “You’re such a slut for me, Av. Look at you, dripping on your stepbrother’s bed.”
