Page 12 of Malicious Intentions

“You’re a sick bastard. That’s?—”

His lips cover mine, his tongue taking advantage of my open mouth. I’m momentarily stunned, but the heated way he’skissing me causes my brain to go on the fritz again, and fuck if I don’t respond to the way his tongue strokes mine.

As quickly as it began, it’s over.

He yanks his mouth away from mine, staring at me with a combination of lust and fury in his eyes.

I’m speechless as I stare at him, stunned at his audacity. As much as his words scare me, they turn me on.I’m sick.The disgusting things he just said made my panties explode.R.I.P. to them.

Anger builds inside me. His eyes drink in my body pinned beneath his, gloating when his eyes lift to mine.

“Let go of me, motherfucker.” I squirm and struggle, trying to loosen his hold. I try to kick him, but he easily pins my leg, pushing against me so I feel his hard cock straining against his sweatpants.

“I suggest you knock it the fuck off and behave. Unless you want me to punish you.”

My breaths heave from my lungs as I glare at him, wishing I had the strength to shove him off me and punch him in the nose so hard his blood splatters all over the room.

He smirks before releasing me. “Keep pretending, Lexi, but I know the truth.” His voice lowers, and the arrogance in it makes my blood boil. “You want me to touch you. You want every fucking thing I can give you. Gentle and rough, slow and hard. My kiss, my touch, and my hard cock pounding you into the mattress… You want all of it. You’re just too fucking scared to admit it.”

My palms land against his hard chest, attempting to push him away. “Fuck you,” I hiss, the room turning red. Part of me knows he’s right, but a larger part doesn’t want to admit it.

You’re letting him win,my muddled brain argues.Change tactics.

Blowing out a breath, I compose myself. “You need to believe that, don’t you, Evan?” I cock my head, my smug smile and arrogant energy matching his. “Maybe I’m just playing games and having fun at your expense.”

His smile fades, and something flits through his eyes, but it’s gone before I’m sure.

“You’ll never be able to outsmart me, Lexi. Stop deluding yourself.”

I’m not backing down. Not after I found a chink in his armor.

“Maybe your ego can’t handle the fact that one woman on this campus can’t stand you.” I look him up and down with disgust, even as the electricity shimmers in the space between us.

My lip curls in disgust as I take a final parting shot. “You’re not my type, Evan.”

He sneers at me, stepping so close our noses almost touch. “I’m exactly your type, and that’s what scares the hell outta you.”

CHAPTER 7

Alexis

Ihate that I flinch beneath the intensity of Evan’s gaze that sees too fucking much.

When his smile widens, anger sparks through my veins. I refuse to back down. “I’m sure there are plenty of whores happy to spread their legs for you.” I step around him, intending to grab my duffle bag and flee to my room, but my mother’s voice stops me.

“Good grief, Lexi. Why do you antagonize your stepbrother like that?” Her hands move to her hips as she glares at me.

Oh, Jesus. This shit again. “All that frowning is catching up with you.” My gaze scans over her face, lingering on the nonexistent fine lines. “You may need another visit to Dr. Botox.”

She gasps, her fingers flying to her face, gingerly rubbing her skin. She’s about to flee to the bathroom when Preston walks through the door, scorn radiating from him. “You look beautiful, Cynthia. You don’t have wrinkles.” He glowers at me, scowling. “Stop giving your mother a hard time.”

I turn my head away to hide my smile. I catch Evan smirking before he glowers at me, pissed at what I said before our parents walked through the door.

“The movers are bringing in the furniture.” Preston nods toward the open door. “Do you know where you want everything?”

“Yeah, I think so.” I grab the handle of my suitcase and head toward my room without a backward glance.

My mother’s grating voice follows me. “You should already know where you want everything. Enough of this indecisive bullshit.”

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