She didn’t. She was right; I didn’t deserve this.
She looked over her shoulder. “You want forgiveness?”
I was too in awe of her to speak. I nodded.
“You have to earn it.”
I didn’t dare speak. I just gripped her hips and started sliding into her, inch byinch.
She was wet.Tight.And still so fucking angry I could feel it in every muscle of her body.
But she let me in.
She liked it rough. I drilled into her, my grip tight, my spanks harsh. Her high-pitched whines, the way she pushed against my thrusts, were all the encouragement I needed. She was letting me so far inside of her, wanting me with the same desperation.
“Tell me you hate me,” I dared her, sweat starting to drip down my chest in the humid air.
“I do,” she rasped, voice muffled by the pillow she bit into.
“Say it.”
The only sound was her harsh breaths and the slapping of our bodies.
I spanked her again. “Say it.”
This time, she didn’t say it in Hungarian. She said it in English. “I hate you.”
The language she always went back to. The one that was a reflex. But not our language. The one she used to keep me out.
When I wrapped my arms around her, pressing my chest to her back, kissing her shoulder even as she cursed my name—
I knew she hadn’t locked the door because some part of her still wantedme.
Even if she never said it again.
10
Chapter 10
Fia
Fuck. Shitty-titty-fuck-wank-fuck.
I was a little hungover.
A little thirsty.
A little in love with my step-brother.
That wasn’t a problem, though. I fell in love all the time. With people, with moments, with settings. Maybe I shouldn’t label it as love, then. Maybe a very keen liking. An infatuation. A temporary one.
I’d fall out of it as quickly, suddenly, and subtly as it had grown.
I lay there, his soft snores behind me, his hands holding me tight to his body, feeling all of him behind me. I was aching.
As much as he was ready to go again, I was not.
I should go.I should throw myself across the room, put on some clothes, and disappear into Everly and Luca’s room.
