His forest green eyes grew darker. “Not one bit.”
***
“Should I call her?” I asked him, staring at my phone like it would give me all the answers.
“And say what?” Rowen said as he ate his breakfast.
“Check on her? I don’t know. It’s driving me crazy not knowing what's going on over there.”
It had been a couple of days since we’d left in the middle of the night on his bike, and I hadn’t heard from my mom since. Rowensaid his dad hadn’t contacted him either, but he also said that wasn’t atypical.
There was a mischievous sparkle in his eyes before he mimicked typing on a phone. “‘Hey, Mom, I just wanted to see if you were okay after finding my stepbrother balls deep inside me after confessing his undying love. I know it’s hard to accept, but I need you to understand—I’m addicted to his cock.’”
“Rowen!” I exclaimed with a laugh.
I took his plate as his punishment, scarfing down a slice of bacon.
“You’re going to regret that,” he said, narrowing his eyes as he stood from the bar seating and stalked around the island to where I was. “Apologize.”
A smile spread on my face before I could stop it. “Awe. Is big brother upset his little sister stole his food?” I snatched another slice, cramming it into my mouth.
His eyes widened as his jaw dropped. “You, woman, are a fucking menace.” He was pointing at me, poised to pounce.
“Doesn’t feel too good when someone takes your food, does it?”
“Is that what this is about? Revenge?” He huffed a quiet laugh, but the way his eyes darkened was anything but funny. “I’ll teach you a thing or two about revenge, little kitty.”
The way he said my nickname, low and growly, made my body shiver. He smirked, knowing the effect he had on me.
“You get away from me,” I shrieked once he started coming after me. “I never did anything to you for you to avenge!”
I’d nearly made it to his couch in the ridiculously massive living room with huge open windows that showcased the balcony.
“Try years of painful erections I couldn’t relieve inside your slick, desperate cunt.”
Oh shit.
I liked knowing I’d been driving him crazy too, even if it was in a different way than he did me. I’d had time to think about the things he admitted to doing: the stalking, standing outside my window, sleeping in my bed. At first, I was shocked, violated, knowing he’d taken the liberty to do all of that without my knowledge. The longer I sat with it, though, the hotter I found it.
His deep obsession.
His need to be near me, even if I wasn’t physically present.
The fantasy he’d refused to let go, no matter how much time had passed or how mean I was to him.
He even let me look inside a box of my things he’d collected over the years—his trophy case. I shouldn’t have been shocked, considering the man had bottles of my soaps in his apartment before I ever set foot inside, because he missed smelling me. The box contained all sorts of things, like old panties, some lipstick, and even a pink baby doll gown I thought I’d lost.
He was expecting me to lose it, probably call him crazy again, but I offered to put it on instead.
We never made it that far, though, because I made the mistake of undressingin frontof him, and he pounced before I could put the dress on.
“What filthy thoughts are filling that pretty little head, kitten?” he whispered, slowing as he caught up with me in front of the fireplace.
I inched toward the balcony door. “How could you have possibly—”
“It’s written all over your face.” He was smug, eyeing me like a prize he’d already won. “You’re such a slut, I wouldn’t be surprised if all you thought about was my cock.” His footsteps were slow, measured.
I rolled my eyes at him. “You wish.”
