“Fo fuck’s sake.” He stalked up to me, spun me around, and leaned in close. “Your tits are practically falling out.”
“So? Maybe I want someone to appreciate them.”
His jaw locked.
“And if you can watch me whenever you want without my permission, what’s the difference if I show them off at a party?”
His palms rested on the edge of the sink as his body rested flush against mine. “Feel that?”
I did. He was hard. For me.
It wasn’t the first time I felt it, but he never said a word until now.
“You’re mine to protect, Becca.”
“And what else?” I challenged, wanting to knock that smirk off his face. “Yours to watch? Masturbate to? Fuck?”
He dropped his head close to my ear, his words a deliciously dark whisper. “If you want.”
“But we’re brother and sister.”
He pulled back and placed a few inches between us. “No, we’re fucking not, Becca.”
“Since you don’t care about me or my privacy, it doesn’t matter.”
“Are you fucking serious?”
“Leave me alone, Void. You do your thing, I’ll do mine.” I poked a finger in his chest. “Stay out of my room. No cameras. No following me.”
“I can’t do that.”
I shoved him away from me, blinking back tears. He frustrated me because he could never just say what he meant. This push-and-pull between us had been going on for months. Just once, I wanted him to tell me how he felt. No bullshit. No hesitation.
“Revenant is picking me up. Move, Void.”
He sighed. “Fine. I’ll see you at the clubhouse.”
I didn’t answer as he stepped aside, scooping up my purse and slipping it crossbody style over my chest. The silver chain strap matched the buckles and details on my corset. Inside, I had my lip gloss, cash, debit card, license, and house key.
Someone rang the doorbell, and I knew it was Revenant. I rushed out of my room and down the stairs, wondering why Revenant didn’t just come into the house like he usually did. Opening the door, I found him holding a blood-red rose with a black ribbon.
He wore a dark gray shirt under his cut, the black leather matching the pants he wore. Shitkicker boots. A panty-melting grin. Dark ink covered most of his arms, chest, and shoulders. He loved to wear hats, but he’d skipped one tonight.
“Hey, B. B.” His pale green eyes roamed over me from head to toe, lingering on every curve before finally lifting. “Lookin’ damn good, baby.”
“Thank you.”
“Got you this, but I think it pales in comparison to you.” He handed me the rose. “Don’t worry. I removed the thorns.”
“That was thoughtful. Thanks.”
“You sure you want to go out? I could stay inside and find lots of things to occupy our time.”
Wow. Revenant was always so cool, almost detached. Calm. Focused. Seeing him like this, so confident and flirty, sent a sliver of anticipation along my spine.
“I do, but,” I hesitated, “I might take you up on that later.”
His grin turned almost lecherous.
