My words remind both of us he is naked and currently pressed all up against me.
The change in Ares is as fast as flicking a switch. His rage recedes, replaced with something way more dangerous. Lust dilates his pupils as he stares at me with a familiar smug expression. His hand drops from my neck, lowering down my body until he clasps my wrist. My chest swells as we share intimate breathing space.
At this proximity, I see the alluring gold specks in his hazel eyes. They’re an intriguing sage-green color today and truly stunning. His angular jawline, strong nose, broad brow, high cheekbones, and full lips are perfectly symmetrical, and I hate how he steals all the breath from my lungs. Today, his hair is styled in a perfect faux hawk, the tips of his ink-black hair spray-painted a green that almost matches his eyes.
“Yeah, dollface. Just like that.” His words and the lust-fueled look on his face snap me out of my reverie.
I look down in horror to where he has my hand clasped around his hard dick as we both stroke his erection.
How the hell did that happen without me noticing? It seems Jase isn’t the only one capable of bamboozling me.
“I know you want me,” he purrs, moving my hand faster around his pierced dick. Leaning into my ear, he whispers, “I know you dream of my cock in your cunt.” His words send shivers cascading down my spine, and I visibly shudder. I can almost hear the smile in his voice as he says, “I know you finger yourself at night imagining me thrusting inside your tight, wet pussy, ruining you for all others.”
Lifting my leg, I knee him firmly in the balls, pushing him away when he shouts out a roar and bends over. “You know nothing, and if you touch me again without permission, I’ll slice your dick off and shove it so far down your throat you’ll be shitting it out for a week.”
Appetite vanquished, I flee the kitchen for the safe confines of my bedroom, only emerging when I think the coast is clear.
I’m cutting it close to reach campus in time for my first class, so when I hit the sidewalk and discover my brand-spanking-new Lexus has a flat tire, I instantly know he’s responsible. I turn around, ready to stomp back up the stairs to give him a piece of my mind when I crash into a hard body. Strong arms band around me as I sway on my feet, and I would most surely have fallen if Ares hadn’t caught me.
“You.” My nostrils flare as I stab my finger in his chest. “What the fuck did you do to my car?”
He peeks over my head at my SUV before rolling his eyes as if I’m being overly dramatic. “Don’t be ridiculous. It’s not my fault you got a flat.”
Attempting to wriggle out of his iron hold, I glare at him. “Bullshit! It’s a new car, and I haven’t driven it enough to get a flat. I know you did this.”
“You flatter me, but contrary to what you seem to think, you’re barely a blip on my radar. Why the fuck would I go to such trouble?”
“Because you’re a deranged lunatic,” I snap, squirming in his arms. “Let me go!” His wolfish grin irritates me to no end, and I yell in frustration as I beat my fists on his chest. The sooner I am fully trained, the better. I cannot wait to kick the shit out of my annoying stepbrother.
“Not until you calm down. Whatever would Mom and Dad say if they saw you throwing a temper tantrum like a toddler?”
I lift my leg to knee him again, but he clearly learned that lesson.
“Now, now, dollface. That’s not very ladylike.”
“I don’t fucking care,” I say, arching my neck before I headbutt him.
Pain rattles across my skull, and I have an instant headache. Fuck. The jerk has a real hard head, and that probably wasn’t the smartest idea, but it worked. His arms automatically release me, and I’m free.
Removing my cell, I pull up the Uber app, peering at the screen through blurry eyes. I rub my sore head and curse under my breath when I see there’s no car in the area for at least fifteen minutes.
A dark chuckle rings out, lifting all the fine airs on my arms. I jerk my head up. “Your violent streak seriously turns me the fuck on,” Ares says, rubbing his junk through his jeans.
“Why are you doing this?” I ask, tired of dealing with his annoying ass all the time. “Why can’t you just leave us alone?”
“Because it’s fun.” He thrusts a helmet at me before unlocking his bike. “Get on. I’ll give you a ride to school.”
“Hell to the no.” I pointedly fold my arms. “I bet that was your plan all along.”
“Believe what you want, but I didn’t touch your car.” He swings his leg over his motorcycle and turns the engine on. “Are you coming or not? It’s no skin off my back if you’re late to class.”
I’m on the verge of telling him to shove it, preferring to be late than get on Ares’s motorcycle when the door opens next door and Jase appears. “What’s wrong?” he asks, a scowl instantly appearing on his face when he spots the hostile expression on my face and the direction its facing. He takes the steps two at a time until he’s standing right in front of me.
“Mind your own business, dipshit,” Ares says, patting the space behind him. “Hop on, little slutster.”
“Fuck no.” Jase grabs my arm and pulls me back. “You’re not going with him. You can ride to campus with me.”
Ares just arches a brow.
