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His hand leaves my shoulder and grips my waist, yanking me into his hard body, and I have to refrain from the moan that threatens to escape.

What the fuck is happening to me? I wanted him in my bathroom, but not like this. I needed a reprieve; I wanted to forget. This… it’s different.

I watch with hooded eyes as he inhales more smoke then tilts my chin up to him, his lips so close to mine they graze me, and exhales the smoke into my mouth. Even though it elicits another cough, I kind of like the way I’m beginning to feel, and I try to inhale it. His eyes flutter around my face as he watches me, a ghost of a smile playing on his lips.

He hums before saying, “Do you hate me, Jordie?”

“I hate you so much, viper,” I whisper with a sigh as his hand wraps around the bottom of my ass and massages. I tilt my head back and he uses the opportunity to place a gentle kiss on my neck. “Have I not told you enough?”

“Good,” he murmurs. “You’re about to hate me even more.”

The world feels like it’s moving too slowly for me to comprehend being spun around and my back pressed into the hallway wall.

I watch with slightly blurry eyes as Kain kneels in front of me, takes one of my legs and throws it onto his shoulder, all while his eyes are burning into me with desire. Raw, scolding fire. Not the desperate satisfied look he gave me while plunging his fingers deep in my pussy days ago. No. This is possessing and final. A look from my stepbrother and traitor I shouldn’t be relishing in.

“What are you doing?”

Soft palms smooth up my legs, dragging the thin material of my top and bunching it at my waistline.

“Kain.”

His eyes flash. Every nerve in my body is trying to fight the calmness in my brain, but it feels impossible as I watch his nose trail across the side of my thigh, my muscles growing weaker under his touch.

Why did I knock on his door? Why did I put that thing in my mouth?

It tickles, not too much, but it’s enough for a laugh to bubble up from my chest. My eyes widen and I slap a hand over my mouth as he smirks at me from between my thighs.

His hands mould into my skin like this is exactly where he needs to be, where he was always supposed to be.

Ugh, no.

He’s stupid, with a stupid face, and he betrayed you.

I don’t realise I’ve closed my eyes until I feel hot air on my pussy.

“Do you like the clothes I brought you?” he asks, stretching the band of my pants and letting it hit my skin again.

My eyes snap open just as his tongue flattens against me and he lightly drags it up my pantie-covered slit.

“Viper. Not here,” I whisper, my hands flying to the sides of his head and pushing him away, but he’s immovable.

Everything happens slowly, too slowly because I feel like I’m seeing multiples of Kain when he moves.

“Are you scared someone will catch your stepbrother’s tongue buried deep in your pussy?” he murmurs against me as his head fights my hands.

“Yes. That’s exactly what I’m scared of,” I hiss, fisting my hand into his hair and pulling, again attempting to drag him away. He shouldn’t be touching me, but my body isn’t my own at this moment.

Or maybe I like to pretend it isn’t.

His mouth kicks up into a lazy grin as I continue to pull at his hair and something flares in his eyes, the same look he gave me in the forest.

He enjoys the pain I’m inflicting.

He’s a fucking masochist.

I let go of him like he’s burnt me and his eyes darken. The last thing I want to do is provide him any pleasure in any form, even if there’s something sick inside me that’s enjoying this too.

He doesn’t deserve it.