She giggled harder. If it hadn’t been for her brother’s steps running up here, my mouth would have been devouring hers, and my cock would have been dry fucking her in that room she didn’t like so much.
Dasher emerged. “Let me guess, you finally realized you can’t live here and want me to find you a new place?” He eyed her, but she was still looking at me, her back to him.
I shoved my hands in my pockets and grimaced at him. She couldn’t leave. I wouldn’t let her. “The room is a little messy that’s all. We’ll fucking clean it up for you. Don’t be such a princess.”
“As I said, it’s not only a matter of cleanliness, Mister Slasher.”
“Then give me a fucking picture of your old room. I’ll restore it for you.” I couldn’t believe I’d just said that.
“You’ll do what now?” Dasher exclaimed.
She turned, glancing back and forth at the two of us, considering my desperate offer. “If that’s the case, I guess I can take Malcolm’s room till then.”
“Yes,” I grumbled, hiding a grin.
“Fuck.” Dasher glared at me, blaming me.
I shrugged. “What? You know this is the safest place for your sister to be.”
“Give me that.” Dasher yanked the suitcase out of her hand and started down the stairs.
Her head tilted in my direction. “You will really do that for me?”
“Yes. I’ll do it myself if I have to. You have my word.”
“Thank you.”
Fuck. She was killing me right now, being polite and cute and so fucking hot.
“There’s something you need to know, though.” She stretched on her toes, reaching my ear.
I bent my head down to make it easier, holding my breath. Her smell was hitting hard where it shouldn’t. I hadn’t had enough time to recover from her past move. I did my best not to stare at the pulsing veins in her neck or the generous cleavage I could see from where I stood. “What is it?”
“I was never going to leave.” She retreated and strutted backwards to the stairs, a huge grin on her face.
Fuck. “You fucking tricked me, kitten. I don’t like to be tricked.”
“Thank you for restoring and cleaning my room, Mister Slasher.”
CHAPTER 10
VIXEN
Our house was on the end of a sleepy street by the woods, secluded from the world with big gates. I could see the appeal of it to someone like Slasher and why he’d fight so hard to keep it.
What I could never fathom was why my brother had sold his soul to the devil and became a part of this obscenity.
“What does he have on you?” I asked as I practically tossed my suitcase inside his room.
He pushed open the windows overlooking the backyard and pool. The old stone path that led up the steps to the second story and the huge porch wrapping around it were still there. “Who?”
As thankful as I was for the air freshening the smell of weed and sex, my heart ached for the state of deterioration the back area had reached; the pool was empty; the backyard was an untamed forest. “You know who. There’s no way you’re friends with that…Slasher, changing your entire life, giving him everything you own like that by choice.”
He snorted. “I can’t believe you. Just because someone is not as highly educated as you are or doesn’t have the same prestige or class of yours, doesn’t mean they’re bad people or shouldn’t be hanging with you unless they’re threatening you.”
Defensive and reversing blame. Now, I was worried even more.
“What does he have on you, Malcolm?” I repeated.
