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“And where’s that?” My heart is hammering against my ribs.

Eli doesn’t even blink. “With the rest of the trash. And, if that doesn’t get the message across, I will break you into pieces and leave you for the stray dogs to feed on.”

My stomach hollows out at the threat. My new stepbrother is a psychopath.

Chapter 6

Eli

Her face turns pale. I hold her gaze for a second longer, then settle back onto my chair, confident that she understands the message I’m sending.

“I need to use the restroom.” Her voice is shaky as she pushes off her seat and stands. “Can someone tell me where it is?”

“Eli, take your sister so she doesn’t get lost,” Dad says into the ensuing silence.

“Stepsister.” I point in the direction of the restroom but make no attempt to move. “It’s over there.”

“Eli!” My father nails me with a look, one that tells me I’m pushing the limits of public misbehavior he’ll accept from me.

I stare right back at him. He’s four years too late with the whole parental attitude. His eyes drop before mine do and my lip curls. I squash down the momentary surge of disappointment at the way he doesn’t challenge me.

“Could you please show Arabella where the restroom is?” His tone is more placating this time.

Fucking pussy.

I shove to my feet and stalk away, not bothering to check whether the new Princess of the Manor is following me. I’m halfway across the restaurant before I slow my pace and, sure enough, she’s trotting along behind me. When I stop, she crashes into my back and bounces off with a soft gasp.

“Sorry!”

I ignore her and lean against the wall, folding my arms. “Restroom is there.” I jerk my chin to a black door. She darts a glance at it, then back at me. I don’t move. Her tongue sweeps across her lips.

She doesn’t believe me. Probably a wise decision, but on this occasion, I’m not lying. It really is the restroom.

“What are you waiting for? A fucking invitation? Someone to hold your hand? Public restrooms not good enough for you, Princess? Do you need a personal ass-wiper? Maybe some gold-plated toilet roll?”

She jumps at my barked words and hurries away. The door swings open under her palm, and she disappears inside. I reach for my cell, then remember I left it on the table. I glance toward it and see my dad and his bitch with their heads close together as they talk. My gaze returns to the door in front of me, and my lips curve up as an idea comes to me.

Fuck it. Why not? Nothing wrong with making sure my message is really driven home.

I hum the chorus to ‘Red Balloon’ by Deal Casino, then walk inside. She’s standing at the sink, hands clutching the edge and her head bowed as she breathes deeply. My eyes dip to her chest, where her breasts move against the cheap floral monstrosity. It’s hard to gauge her shape beneath the clothes she’s wearing. The baggy shirt doesn’t hint at anything other than the swell of her breasts. I wonder idly if they’re bigger than a handful. I wouldn’t be surprised if they’re as plastic as her mother’s.

I move deeper into the room, check to see if the doors to any of the stalls are occupied, and then return to the entrance and shoot the lock. Leaning back against it, I wait for her to notice me.

When she finally lifts her head to see me reflected in the mirror, her lips part on a shocked little intake of breath. The sound makes my dick twitch. My jaw clenches and I fight to get control over my reaction. There’s no reason for it, other than it’s been a couple of months since I last fucked someone, and I was ready to go back to school and find a willing girl.

“Why are you in here?”

I push away from the door and cross to stand behind her. “I don’t think I made myself absolutely clear at the table. You need to understand something.”

I lean forward to rest my hands next to where hers are gripping the countertop, my arms trapping her in place. My chest presses against her back, and her warmth seeps through our shirts. Her perfume teases my senses, some sweet floral concoction that makes my lip curl in disgust. It reeks of purity, of innocence. Everything the girl in front of me isn’t.

“Whatever you and your mother are planning, you’re going to fail. You’ll be out of our family within six months,” I whisper into her ear. “You’ll leave the same way you arrived. With nothing.”

I press closer, driving her hips against the marble in front of her, and let her feel my erection against her ass. “Watch your six, dear sister, because I won’t rest until you’re gone. You’ll either leave on your own two feet by car or on your back in a fucking box. I don’t care which.” I press my lips closer to her ear. “Fucking with my father is the biggest mistake your mother could have made. Your life is about to become a waking nightmare. I hope you’re ready.”

My tongue licks over the edge of her ear and she shivers. Her eyes fly up to meet mine and I smile. If anything, her skin turns even paler. I push away and step backward, my eyes never leaving hers and our gazes stay locked through the mirror until I reach the door and unlock it. I slip out as quietly as I entered.

My dick is fucking hard as stone, her fragrance still in my nostrils. I sink my teeth into my bottom lip to distract myself, otherwise I might be tempted to go back inside and fuck her in front of the mirror … just to hear those little fearful gasps again.

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