“No!” she insists, eyes wide. “There was a real connection. I didn’t expect that when I came on Friday. I wanted to see you, I wanted to do what we did-”
“Look, Amelie…” I hastily interrupt. “It goes without saying that you can’t text me anymore. You have to delete my number,” I tell her calmly even though my heart is racing and I can barely stand.
“No.”
“No? What do you mean no?” I frown. Did she misunderstand me?
“I’m not deleting your number. And it wasyouwho started textingme,” she tells me with a defiant tilt of her chin. “It wasyouwho wanted to get a room.” I feel sick when she reminds me.
“Amelie, look-” I begin, trying to reason with her.
“Trying to have sex with a minor is not good for you. And I have all your sexy little messages - and pictures - on my phone. So you’re going to be doing exactly what I say from now on.”
“Yeah well, luckily for me, I think you’ll find the age of consent over here is sixteen,noteighteen,” I tell her firmly. No way am I about to be blackmailed over an innocent mistake.
I pull out my phone, bring up her details, and holding the phone right up to her face so she can see, I hit delete. As I turn to leave, she stops me in my tracks.
“And sleeping with a student? Is that allowed in this country? Cause it’s kinda frowned upon where I come from.”
My heart stops.
“I didn’t sleep with you,” I force out slowly from between my gritted teeth. I can feel my temper rising, my control slipping.
“I would beg to differ after last night. I do have the picture of us in bed together,” she challenges. She approaches me slowly, a real swing to her hips and if I wasn’t so mad, and so scared of the power she has over me, I’d be turned on.
She has me backed against the door, chest touching mine, breathing hard. It’s a role reversal of Friday night. The memories flash into my mind, unwelcome, and Christ help me, my dick stirs to life. Fuck, fuck, fuck!
When she reaches up on tip toes and presses against me, I’m certain that she’s going to kiss me. But she doesn’t. She whispers “but you wanted to” in a low sultry voice that makes my dick rock hard. It takes me a moment to realise that she’s talking about me wanting to sleep with her, as in, go all the way. I’m fairly certain we would have had sex, multiple times, if it wasn’t for the SOS call from Kalen.
When the haze of lust clears, I’m angry. Enraged. I’ve worked too hard to throw it all away on jailbait. I grab Amelie by the hips and swing her round so that our positions are reversed. I’m so angry I can’t see straight. I’m not thinking. It’s auto-pilot when my hand shoots out and fastens itself around her neck.
Her eyes widen, but I don’t think it’s in terror. My fingers flex, tighten, apply a little pressure.
“You’re not blackmailing me, Amelie,” I growl.
She gasps softly and I use everything I have in me to hold on to my anger. I can’t kiss her. I can’t do this. She’s my dad’s girlfriend’s… fuck it. She’s my step-sister. She’s my student. I can’t.
I shouldn’t even want to.
But I do.
I drag my eyes down her face and I stumble when I see she’s biting her lip. She gives a tiny little moan and trembles under my touch. Oh God. Is she turned on by this? Did she just…?
She can’t have. No way. I did not just make my step-sister - pupil - fucking come by choking her in my father’s kitchen. No. No way.
I drop her faster than it takes me to blink and race to the other side of the kitchen, breathing hard. I need space, air and distance from this temptress.
For a second, Amelie doesn’t move. She’s leaning against the door, panting as hard as I am. I can see her erect nipples pushing through her school shirt. Why the fuck is she wearingher uniform to her birthday dinner? And when did school skirts get so short?
“Thanks for the orgasm.” She smiles lazily. “I think it was your best one yet. Bye for now, big brother.” She winks, blowing me a kiss when she recovers.
I watch her - I can’t tear my eyes from her - as she unlocks the door and sashays back into the dining room. Her ridiculously short skirt swings with every step she takes and I realise that she’s wearing stockings and suspenders. My dick is like steel.
I am so fucking fucked.
Chapter Ten
Amelie
