Fuuuuuck.
“You know, don’t you?” I said softly.
“I knew from the second I saw you, Sasha.”
He ate up the distance between us with his stride. I was stunned. When he took my palm and pressed it against his hard length, my heart kicked into overdrive. It was my fantasy, but not like this. Not with my stepbrother.
“No, no. I can’t.” I took my hand away as if I’d been burned and retreated a pace, the back of my knees bumping into the foot of my bed. “You’re my stepbrother now. This isn’t—we can’t … This isn’t a thing that can happen.”
The panic rose in my voice the more I looked into his eyes. They were intent, not to be denied. It was the same look he gave me when I danced for him. But when I danced, we were in the club. There were rules, bouncers, angry managers. Here, there was only him and me.
He advanced. His chest pressed into me, my hard nipples aching for him beneath my top.
“It can and it will.” He pushed harder, making my knees give way so that I sat. “Take your shirt off.” His voice was a harsh command. Now I was eye level with the bulge in his pants. It made me lick my lips.
I couldn’t do this. It wasn’t right. “No. We can’t. Our parents – ”
“I don’t give a fuck what our parents are doing. All I care about is making you scream for me.”
Honey coated my pussy at his stark words. I tilted my chin up and looked into his eyes. There was no mercy there. No remorse. No honor.
“We can’t.” I was like an echo. A breathy one.
He fisted my hair and wrenched my head back even further. “Are you going to fight me? Because I’d like that. I really would.”
I closed my eyes at the need his words stoked inside me.
“Look at me, Sadie.” His voice was the edge of a knife – dangerous, sharp. “Take. It. Off.”
He released my hair. I eyed the door, thinking about making a break for it. Only problem was, I had a wall of muscle between me and it.
He stepped back and waved his hand in a ‘be my guest’ movement. His eyes dared me to do it. I had to. Had to try. I stood slowly. He watched every movement. This must be how the field mouse feels when the hawk is hovering above, the shadow swirling ever closer. I took a hesitant step. He didn’t move. Emboldened, I darted past.
My heart leapt into my throat as I shot into the hallway. My feet barely touched the ground as I dashed to the stairs. I almost made it. Almost.
Arms encircled my waist and dragged me roughly to my knees. I thumped into the polished oak floors before careening forward, lying prone. The weight lifted off my back for a moment until Gray gripped my elbow and whipped me around onto my back.
He crushed down on top of me, his erection straining against my thigh as he straddled me. I tried to slap him, hit him, scratch him. He laughed and gripped my wrists, pinning them above my head.
I screamed from sheer anger at being captured like this. But the Lorenz house was huge and snuffed out the sound. The nearest neighbors were far away and ensconced in their own palaces in this rich enclave.
He pinned me with more than his body. His eyes held me down, insistent and demanding.
He transferred my wrists into one of his large palms and brought his other hand down to my neck. His fingers were hot as they wrapped around my throat and squeezed. He ducked his head next to me so his mouth was at my ear. I shivered as his lips ghosted against my lobe.
“You’re mine, Sadie. You don’t realize it yet, but you belong to me.” He squeezed for emphasis.
I shook my head, the only protest I could manage in this position. His cold laugh slithered into my mind, leaving an icy trail in its wake. He squeezed harder.
“Fight me all you want. It won’t change anything. It won’t stop me from taking what’s mine.”
My breaths came in short bursts and my heart raced. Fear mixed with something else, something even more instinctive.
He released my throat and stood, dragging me up with him. He pulled my back into his chest and wrapped his arms around my waist, carrying me down the hall to my room. His hard cock pressed into my ass as he easily muscled me over to the bed and threw me down.
He covered me with his body and pinned my hands again. The familiar softness of the bed almost lulled me into a false sense of comfort. But his hard weight kept me from indulging in the fantasy. Comfort wasn’t what Gray offered.