Total pages in book: 93
Estimated words: 87152 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 436(@200wpm)___ 349(@250wpm)___ 291(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 87152 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 436(@200wpm)___ 349(@250wpm)___ 291(@300wpm)
Does she notice the way she touches a hand to those pearls once I mention them? “It was two against one. That is never okay.”
Arching an eyebrow, I ask, “Never, ever? What if I told you we were kicking the shit out of the prick who abused our little sister?”
“Bullshit,” she hisses. “Of course, that’s what you would say.”
“It’s the truth. He’s her boyfriend, or was,” I explain. “His name is Brody. They tried to convince us she fell, but we finally got the truth out of her in the ER that day. Then the stupid bastard showed up—probably trying to make sure she wouldn’t tell anybody the truth.”
Her eyes flutter before she gulps. “Really?”
“Do you wanna know the best part? He didn’t press charges against us, so long as she doesn’t press charges against him. That’s the kind of person we’re talking about. And my sister is about as small as you are,” I conclude. “He’s a pretty big guy, in case you couldn’t tell from what you saw. He got what he deserved.”
She believes me. I know she does. She’s not standing as tall. And that fuck you look is draining from her eyes. “Then maybe you shouldn’t have taken your personal stuff out on him in the middle of a parking lot if you didn’t want to get in trouble.”
Another step, another, until she has no choice but to back away, closer to the wall behind her. “Would you give it a rest already?” I ask. “Admit you were wrong.”
“Get away.” Her eyes dart around, an animal looking for an escape. She’s wasting her time. The closer I come, the closer I want to be. This is what I’ve needed. To watch panic settle in. I need to witness her realizing she’s fucking with the wrong person.
“What if I don’t? Not until you promise you’re going to apologize to Easton for what you did to him.”
Her soft laughter is still defiant. “Get real. It’s not happening.”
Her back hits the wall, and she gasps softly before I close in. “You really do like making your life worse than it needs to be, don’t you? Are you stubborn, or do you enjoy pain?”
“Speaking of pain, is it true twins can feel when the other is hurt?” There’s a slightly panicky edge in her voice, but she still refuses to drop the badass act. “Did you feel it when I kneed your twin in the balls? Or maybe you need to find out firsthand what it feels like.”
“Why does everything have to be such a fight?” Before she can react, I turn her in place, shoving her against the wall. When her backpack starts to slip, I pull it off her shoulder, dropping it on the floor.
“What are you doing?” she demands, pushing back against me. “Don’t make me scream.”
“I bet I could make you scream,” I whisper, leaning down, my mouth almost touching her earlobe. “That’s what you need, isn’t it? I finally figured it out. You need to get laid. You’re too tense all the time.”
“Get off me.” She slaps the wall weekly with her palm. It’s almost cute. “You sick fuck.”
She shoves her body against me, which is something she needs to stop doing if she’s serious about getting out of this without ending up with my cock jammed inside her. As it is, I’m getting a little harder every time she rubs her plump ass against me. It’s not enough to stand here with my palms pressed against the wall. I need to touch her.
One of my hands finds her hip, and a shudder runs through me from head to toe at the contact. Like this is what I needed all along. Having her like this, so close, warm and wiggling, grunting with every ragged breath she takes.
“That’s right,” I whisper in her ear, letting my lips skim the seashell curve and closing my eyes to soak in the sensations fighting for dominance. “Don’t pretend you don’t like it. Don’t pretend this isn’t what you wanted all along. Maybe it’s time for me to give you what you want. What do you think?”
All she does is breathe louder than before. No, she’s panting like she just ran all the way here from her car at full speed. There’s something in the sound that slides a needle into the balloon of lust that was starting to swell.
The world slides back into focus, and I lift my head. “Wait. What’s happening? Are you okay?” Instinct makes me back away to give her more air, but it doesn’t help. She’s still out of breath, still leaning against the wall with her cheek touching the surface.
And now I’m thinking about how pale she always is. How weak she seems right now. “Are you sick or something? You could’ve told me before I got close to you.”