Page 13 of Malicious Intentions

I glance over my shoulder as her heels click against the floor behind me. “Language, Mom.”

“Don’t ‘language’ me, missy. The things I’ve heard from your mouth the past two weeks would make a sailor blush.”

As she prattles on, I realize my palms are still tingling from touching Evan’s rock-hard chest.

Damn it.I squeeze my eyes closed. Stop this nonsense. He doesn’t affect you. You’re just horny and missing the warmth of a human body. Vibrators and toys get the job done, but there’s no substitute for a man’s heavy weight pressing me into the mattress.

With a sigh, I step inside my room. It may not have any furnishings yet, but it’s the nicest place I’ve ever lived.

I spin around and nearly crash into Evan standing right behind me. I grapple for balance, my hands landing on Evan’s hard-as-a-rock chest.

His charcoal eyes narrow, burning into mine as he steadies me. “Listen carefully, Alexis. You can run, but you can’t hide. There is no escape.”

I shiver from the coldness in his eyes. My body overheats when his gaze roams down my body, undressing me with a single look as they trail down my black V-neck tee and my white jean shorts.

When his eyes lock with mine, he sneers at me. “It’s useless to fight me. Ialwaysget what I want.” His lips hover over mine. “And what I want isyou.”

He steps back, breaking the spell.

Terror coils in my gut like a snake.He’s just hit on my deepest fear. I’m afraid that when he sinks his fangs into me, I’ll willingly let him eat me alive.

CHAPTER 8

Evan

Frustration oozes from Lexi’s pores as her mom prattles on, lecturing her about manners, etiquette, and image in preparation for the beginning of the academic year.

Between trying to get her mom to shut up and arguing with my father over where the movers place her furniture, Lexi appears ready to pull out her hair.

Ialmostfeel sorry for her.

But the disdainful way she looked at me earlier and the words she chucked at me repeat inside my head like a broken record. My jaw clenches, my teeth gnashing together as the irritation overwhelms me. I want to tell everyone to get the fuck out of the apartment so I can deal with Lexi’s insolence.

But I can’t.

Lexi points to the bed. “No, please put it along that wall. I want to feel the sun when I wake. Place the TV on the wall across from it.”

I raise my brows, surprised and turned on by her audacity. No one questions my father.

Until Lexi.

The movers look at my father. He shrugs, nods his consent, and the movers spring into action.

Lexi exhales a relieved sigh. It turns me on so much that my dick twitches in my sweatpants.

What I wouldn’t give to feel my cock sliding between her luscious, bow-shaped lips.I’d shove myself so far down her throat she’d gag. Tears would roll down her face as I cut off her air, holding her delicate life in my hands.

Even though I’d love to fuck her mouth, I don’t trust her. Especially after what she said earlier.’”Maybe I’m just playing games and having fun at your expense.”

My dad claps his hands together, pulling me from my thoughts. “Now that the furniture has been properly placed, I have an idea.” His gaze slides to Cynthia. “Why don’t we take Evan and Lexi to dinner before we let them get settled?”

Oh great. More time with my fucking father and the gold-digging tramp who is obsessed with chasing her youth. Just what I need.

My dad pats his flat stomach. “All this moving has worked up quite an appetite. How about that Italian restaurant I took you to before we went to the play you wanted to see, Cynthia? They have amazing food.”

I roll my eyes, my arms crossed over my chest.I’m sure you worked up quite an appetite, barking orders. Such a hard fucking job.

My gaze slides to Lexi, expecting her to look as irritated as I feel. For once, she isn’t paying them any attention. Instead, she’s staring at her dresser with furrowed brows while her teeth sink into her bottom lip.

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