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For the past few days, the only thing that’s been on my mind is how the fuck I can get us out of here without anyone noticing we’re missing or without someone waiting on the outskirts of town. Hell, at this point, I’d drag Jordie out kicking and screaming.

Blake: You don’t find it weird?

Me: I’ll speak to father. Leave it with me

Ash: Blake’s scared he might be next -tongue out emoji-

I snort.

Blake: It might be you if you don’t shut the fuck up -angry emoji-

Ash: Come and make me -smiling devil emoji-

Blake’s chat bubble pops up a few times then disappears completely.

I pocket my phone and hear the shower start. If there’s one thing I’m not letting happen, is for Jordie to feel as defeated as she looked. I won’t sit and watch the fire go out.

My head spins as I push to stand, it takes me a second to regain my bearings, then I open her door, lock it, and make a beeline towards the bathroom. I burst in and she screams roughly, covering her most intimate parts, her voice fading out at the end. The steam dissipates, revealing her furious gaze. Her naked body has blood rushing to my dick in an instant and I see her rose tattoo, the one I would kiss over and over.

“What are you doing?” she squeals, though the sound is barely a whisper.

The air is stuffy, but it carries a hint of her arousal. I grin, leaning against the entryway. “We weren’t finished, step-sis.”

She rolls her eyes. “Finished with what?” Her face twists somewhere between disgust and confusion.

I push off the wood, slowly inching my way towards her, which only causes her to start backing deeper into the shower. The heat of the bathroom isn’t doing my already high state any favours. Her naked body might as well be a honeycomb ice cream I’m dying to take a lick of. Water glazes her body, droplets cascading down every perfect curve.

A quick glance at the wrist covering her tits shows an angry, red band and that just sends boiling heat into my veins. “You haven’t told me who hurt you.”

“No one hurt me, viper. You ravaged my throat last night, in case you forgot.”

I pause just before the puddle of water, blocking her way out of the shower by placing one hand on the glass, and the other on the black and white tiles. “Liar.”

She scoffs. “That makes two of us.”

My teeth grind as my eyes roam over her body. Her thighs squeeze together and my erection grows harder. The apple of her throat bobs up and down as she swallows. It’s amazing how she manages to keep that angry look on her face. It’s like it never disappears, no matter if her pussy might be gathering arousal right at this moment and she wants me just as much as I want her.

I step into the shower, my sock immediately soaking up all the water, and she takes a step back.

“No one hurt you, huh?”

She shakes her head vigorously. Not at all convincing.

I let the falling water soak me as I back her against the cold tiles, causing goosebumps to erupt over her skin. I wrap my hand around her arm and yank it away from her boobs while simultaneously pulling her into me.

“Then what is this?” I look pointedly to the red mark, then wrap a hand around her wrist, bringing it into our line of vision and dragging her face closer to mine till we’re sharing the same air.

Black eyelashes flick towards her brows when her eyes connect with mine and her pink lips shut as she swallows. Then she rips away from me, her hand connecting with my face in a resounding slap, the water amplifying the prickle by a million. It causes blood to rush to my dick, the zipper of my jeans struggling to contain my raging hard-on.

It’s completely wrong of me to feel this way when she’s hurt, but she doesn’t help the situation when her hard nipples sit pretty on her tits and her breath hitches like she wants me.

What started as trying to get under her skin has slowly turned into enjoying her reactions. It might make me an asshole, but fuck, this is the most I’ve felt since she’s left. I crave it. I crave her. I crave every bit of venom she spits at me, and every bit of pain she inflicts. And as fucked up as it is, it makes me feel better that she’s getting her own back. It makes her hating me less painful and more purposeful. It’s punishment I deserve for what I did with Lacey.

Her icy eyes trail down my torso where my black, soaked T-shirt is sticking to my abs as her breasts move up and down with heavy breaths.

I grin. “Do it again.”

She swings her hand back, then it flies to my face again, making me groan. Her eyes flare before she fists my shirt, her breaths ragged against my neck. Then she rises on her tiptoes and her teeth sink into the curve between my shoulder and neck, causing delicious goosebumps to rise along my skin, and a heady pleasure mixed with pain to swirl in my brain.