“Fuck no,” she growled, her large chest bouncing. “You deserved it.”

She didn’t know what the fuck she deserved and hand to her throat, I cut off more of her lip.

She gasped, trembling. Her hazel eyes I could see myself in, the soft tone completely swimming in fear. She clawed at my hand. “Stop it.”

I only squeezed, panic making that fear blaze in her eyes. She was scared of me.

I was glad.

She needed to know who the fuck I was, that I wasn’t fucking around. I edged closer. “Tell me I deserve that shit again. I fucking dare you.”

A quiver before her hands left mine, the fear transforming in her eyes. There was hate there, something I woke up. Her expression hardened. “You deserved it. And more. You’re an asshole, Jaxen Ambrose. You’re a complete ass who treats people like shit.”

This girl obviously had a death wish. She obviously wanted to test me and was stupid as fuck. I had her in the shower, vulnerable, and yet, she completely talked back to me.

And was currently staring at my dick.

A quick flash, but I’d seen it, a heat in her eyes I couldn’t mistake. I’d seen it the day I fucked her.

My thumb brushed her pulse point. “See something that interests you, Girl Scout?” I asked, causing her to gasp again. My cock was about three inches away from her pussy. I nudged it. “You want me inside you?”

I gave her a promise in her old-ass car. She’d want me and not only that, she’d ask for me fully knowing who I was. There’d be no games this time. No bullshit about who I was. She’d want me inside her. Her stepbrother. Her enemy.

Her bully.

I’d make her quiver to her toes, and that would be my ultimate revenge. That’d she would choose this and prove who she was to me.

Nothing but a whore like her mother.

I wanted to break all this perfect bullshit she put off, this girl giving a show just like I was. I knew who she was.

I was just waiting for her to show it.

Cleo

He had me in the worst place to be, naked and trembling in his arms. A part of me hated that he might be right. That I did maybe want him to touch me.

That I remembered what it felt like.

I think in that moment I truly did hate him, but not because he had me cornered in this shower. But because of what he gave me and took away. To what he’d allowed me to feel only to end up being a psychopath in the end. He was crazy. He was psycho.

I bared teeth. “You’re nothing but a cruel psychopath, and I’ll never want you. You’ll never touch me again. Ever.”

A smirk before a dark gleam appeared in his eyes. He was a beautiful demon with nothing but mischief in his eyes. He squeezed my throat, and I quivered, his big body crowding me in the corner.

“You give yourself away, stepsister,” he hummed, smelling harshly of male. He was dizzying, the cruel taste of him on my tongue. He grinned. “Oh, how you fucking want me…”

“I don’t want you!”

His arms caged me in an instant, the soar of a wingspan around me. He was like a dark bird, a vicious crow with nothing but hate in his eyes. He still had that hate, a disgust that physically made his lips curl. He eyed me. “I can smell it on you.”

I shoved at him and he got my hands in one tight fist. He ripped them above my head, extending me out and I screeched. His hand got my mouth, his lips to my ear. “Should I check? See how wet you are for me?”

I bucked, my thighs slapping his. I could feel him, all over me I could feel him, his body hard everywhere I was so soft. “Jaxen, please.”

“Jax,” he growled, such vicious delight in his eyes. He touched our noses. “Is that a yes, then?”

“It’s a hell no.”

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