Total pages in book: 77
Estimated words: 75578 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 378(@200wpm)___ 302(@250wpm)___ 252(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 75578 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 378(@200wpm)___ 302(@250wpm)___ 252(@300wpm)
The moment is not helped in the least by the scent of her arousal, which suddenly floods my nostrils. As if my disrespectful touch gets her wet.
She tries unsuccessfully to knock one of my hands off. “None of your business, Wilde.”
I bring my face closer to hers, inhaling her creosote and juniper scent, along with the sweet aroma of her arousal. “Say it, Runt. I need to know if someone’s popped this cherry.”
Even more of her arousal curls into my nostrils. The room starts to spin.
She clutches at both my wrists, digging her nails into my skin as she tries to pry my grip from her knees.
“Tell me the truth, and I’ll let you sleep on the bed tonight.”
“No! I’m a–” Her face is a deep shade of magenta.
Thank fuck. She’s still a virgin. I don’t have to kill anyone tonight.
“Who in this town would have sex with me, anyway?”
I narrow my eyes. “Lots of assholes, Rayne. But none of them are going to. Understand me? Not if they want to live.”
She blinks up at me, her blue eyes shimmering with unshed tears.
I release her knees, my hands coming to my belt.
Her gaze tracks my movement.
I flick my brows. “Say it, Runt. I need to know you’re clear on this.”
Chapter Twelve
Wilde
Instead of taking Rayne to get her driver’s license test on Saturday, I head to Tempe to watch Bo and Cole play football for ASU. My plan is to drive down to Tucson from there to sit down with Amber Green, Garrett Green’s human wife, who is a lawyer. She’s agreed to talk to me about my case.
I told Rayne I couldn’t take her like it was her punishment to have to wait to get the license, even though I’m the one who was pushing it onto her before.
I guess I like having her beholden to me for a ride more than I want to be relieved of the burden of her. I like the chance to taunt her in the mornings as I drive her to school, reminding her I’m in charge. That I don’t want her talking to those humans. That I expect her to wait in my Jeep until after practice.
She never does, but I demand it, anyway.
I love her defiance. The way she glared at me when she told me she understood I would kill any guy she had sex with.
I’m half-relieved, half-agitated to be away from Wolf Ridge. Away from my runt of a stepsister. Despite my brilliant idea to take back my bed, which now very much smells like Rayne, I couldn’t sleep all week.
I spent every night listening to Rayne toss and turn and sigh.
If I had even one shred of decency, I would let her have her bed back. She clearly can’t get any rest on the floor.
But each time I consider the idea of releasing her from my evil plan, everything in me balks. I’m not leaving that bedroom, even if it means I never sleep again.
Even if it means I have to jack off in the bathroom four times a day.
I don’t want to fuck my stepsister. That would be wrong. I especially don’t want to fuck Rayne the Runt. Why would I be attracted to a Defective?
But something about sleeping in close proximity to a female has me all riled up. A little out of control. So, yeah, the bathroom jack offs have been extremely necessary.
I’ve also had to get out and run every morning. In human form because I’m trying to show my dad I’m still training. I have to get up early, anyway, so the parents don’t figure out I’m not sleeping on the couch.
I get to Tempe in about forty-five minutes, and go to the apartment Bailey, Cole, Sloane, Bo and Austin share to pick up my ticket to the game.
Cole and Bo’s girlfriends–both human–got into Barrett, the honors college, so last year they were in a special dorm with Austin–also a brainiac, which was apart from where Bo and Cole lived. I think that was mostly to satisfy the human parents. This year, they worked it out to live together.
The guys texted earlier that they are already in the stadium, but Bailey and Sloane would wait around to give me a ticket. Bailey comes down to the street when I text. Her dark hair is back in a high ponytail, the pink swath in the front left hanging in a frame around her face. She’s not smiling.
She hands me the ticket through the window but leans her forearms on the doorframe, so I can’t drive off. There’s someone behind me, not that I give two shits about making them go around.
“I hear you’re being a dick to Rayne.”
For some reason, that bothers me. If anyone else said it, I’d buff my nails with pride. Of course, I’m giving the runt a hard time. It’s my job as her stepbrother. But Bailey is Rayne’s best friend.