Page 51 of Whispers of Obsession

“No. Now get undressed, so I can check for any other injuries.”

“I’m sure the hospital already did.” I sigh, but he just stands there silently waiting for my compliance. “Fine!” I huff, removing my clothes in a rush, wincing when my body protests.

I’m standing in my bra and underwear now, and throw my hands out.

“Well?” I ask. I try to ignore the voice in my head screaming that I’m half naked in front of my stepbrother. He stays silent, and raises his brow. My eyes go wide. “What? No way! I’m not?—”

“Remove your clothes, Cora. All of them.”

With wide eyes and shaking hands, I do as he says. There was something so unyielding in his tone that thegood girlin mehadto obey.

Doesn’t mean I have to like it though.

I can’t look at him, as I wrap one arm across my chest, and drop my other hand between my legs, hiding my pussy from his view.

“Spin,” he commands again. Stiffly, reluctantly, I turn, showing him my ass and back.

“Satisfied?” I grumble, trying to break the tension.

“Not yet.”

He walks past me, switching the shower on. I try not to stare at him, as he takes his clothes off, but he’s enchanting. His back is to me so he doesn’t know I’m watching, but the view of hisstrong shoulders rippling as he moves makes me gasp and I swear I hear him chuckle lightly.

The way he moves, so confident and sure, has jealousy churning my stomach. I wish I could be that strong.

When he leaves his boxers on, I almost pout, until he slips his fingers into the waistband, and slides them down his hips.

My eyes snap up, and I try, I really try, not to look at his ass.

The heat in his gaze makes something inside me flutter to life, but I squash it down. Normal step siblings do not shower naked together. But Slater and I have never been normal. Besides, he’s never looked at me with anything more passionate than anger.

My eyes drop to his ass, as he tests the temperature of the water and ushers me into the shower. I keep my eyes down and try my hardest to pretend like this means nothing.

It means nothing to Slater. Whatever this means to me is nothing…

I tip my head back, wetting my hair, keeping my eyes shut tight, but I can feel the air shift around me as Slater climbs in with me.

I hear the click of my shampoo bottle being opened, and I look up to see Slater pouring some into his hands.

“Turn around, Cora.” His voice is husky as he commands me, and I’m powerless to resist him. The warm water hits my chest, and I squirm when the sensation against my hard nipples sends a flutter to my core.

I back up, but now I’m pressed against Slater. He doesn’t say a word, but I can feel his hardness bumping against my ass.

“Jesus,” I whisper, as I tip my head back, and Slater begins to massage my scalp. “Oh fuck,” I groan, and he grunts in response, his hardness twitching against me.

“Hold still, Cora, and stop moaning,” he practically growls.

“I’m sorry, it just feels…so good.” I’m breathless, as he tugs at my hair, and then rubs the sting away. Is this as good as an orgasm? Fuck, it might be…

“Shh,” he scolds, and I can’t help but grin. Am I affecting him?

He has me rinse, and I pout. I was enjoying the massage. But then he rubs the conditioner into my hair and continues his ministrations.

“Fuck,” I hiss, when he tugs the strands hard, and my entire body is covered in goosebumps.

“Cora,” Slater groans, and pulls my back flush against his front.

“Slater,” I say softly. I think he might take this further until he spins me around and pushes my head under the spray of water. In a flash, he’s gone, and I sigh. I finish rinsing my hair and then turn the water off.

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