But since she found out that I had cameras and could keep tabs on her, and that I actually used them often, she’d been pissed. I could see the frown on her face as she slammed the door and dropped her plate of cheese chunks, apple slices, and peanut butter on her desk in front of her window.
Her gaze roamed the room, bouncing around every shelf and corner, scrutinizing the area. Her eyes narrowed.
Shit.She was trying to find all the cameras.
And I’d left a few out that were obvious in case this situation occurred, but the truth was that I had twelve different options inside that showed me multiple angles from every room. If she found and removed some of them, there were more she’d never find.
I thought back to the conversation we had yesterday after she barged into my domain in the basement and found all the video feeds, which seemed eager to reveal how nearly every inch of the house was visible from where I sat. She didn’t usually come down here. It was an unspoken rule.
Shocked, Becca’s dark blue eyes took it all in as she clenched her fists, blinked, and then let me have it in true Becca style.
“What the fuck, Void! Why do you have all these cameras in the house?”
“I’m a hacker, Blackbird. Remember?” I’d been calling her by that name since we met. She had black hair and those sultry dark blue eyes, but ruffle her feathers even a little, and she let you have it, pecking until you wanted to silence her with your cock as you rammed it down her throat.
Shit. I had to stop that mental image from taking root in my head.
Becca pointed at the monitors. “Tell me why you have cameras in my room, Void.”
“Protection.” I shrugged. She didn’t need to know more. Not yet. She wasn’t ready.
“Protection?” She said the word like it was a bad taste in her mouth. “Is that all?”
“What other reason would I have?” I asked, not wanting to get dragged into a discussion about how I felt about my stepsister or how frequently my thoughts skewed in her direction, or how inappropriate they had become in recent months. In truth, years.
A part of me was sick of this game we were playing, where we pretended our attraction didn’t exist. We weren’t related by blood. We were never brother and sister.
Our parents hooked up and then decided to move in together after a wild night at the clubhouse. After that, we all lived together. I fucking wanted Becca from the moment we met, but I convinced myself that my feelings were wrong because she was so fucking young. Just sixteen.
She scoffed, staring me down. “Tell me the truth.”
“What do you want me to say?” I folded my arms across my chest because if I didn’t, I would end up hauling her against me and kissing her the way she needed to be kissed.
She huffed and tapped her foot, too agitated to give me the real reason.
“Go upstairs,” I ordered, turning my back on her.
“Void!”
I hopped up so fast my chair slammed into the edge of the desk and stalked my way forward. I pinned her against the nearest wall, her back pressed to the concrete blocks as I placed my palms on either side of her head. “I gave you an order.”
“I don’t answer to you,” she snapped, pausing to lick her lips, “so fuck off with that. You’re my brother, not my goddamn club president.”
Her fucking defiance gave me a stiffy.
“I’m not your brother either,” I growled, hating that word because it implied something forbidden, inconceivable,and morally wrong. “And you’re not a member of the club, Blackbird. So come up with a better response.”
“Ugh!” She shoved at my chest, and I backed up, letting her think she won. “Turn off all the cameras in my room, Void. I want them out. Now!”
Just to piss her off, I shrugged. “When I get around to it.”
She shrieked and stomped up the stairs, slamming the basement door. My hand lowered and pressed against my erection. Fighting with Becca always turned me on.
At no point did I hide the bulge pressing against her lower stomach. I think she felt it.
“Void.”
I blinked, focusing on Becca’s voice.
