Page 15 of Malicious Intentions

Evan

Fifteen minutes later, Lexi saunters from her bedroom, wearing a tight, short black dress that shows entirely too much of her toned legs. Way too fucking much cleavage is revealed by the low-cut neckline.

The primal urge to murder anyone who gazes at her too long simmers inside me. My hands curl into fists.Jesus Christ. I’m gonna have a fucking aneurysm.

Cynthia gasps. “Alexis. Go change into something more appropriate.”

My father holds up his hand, eying Lexi from head to toe before turning to his wife. “I’m hungry. Let’s go to dinner.” His gaze moves back to Lexi before he turns away.

My jaw clenches as my eyes bore into my father, ready to beat the hell out of him for checking out his stepdaughter.

Cynthia sighs but keeps her mouth shut.

Meanwhile, I stand there, glowering at Lexi from beneath lowered brows. My palms itch to throw her over my shoulder and smack her ass with every fucking step I take toward her bedroom.

Once inside, I’d strip her naked and sink every inch of my cock inside her tight, wet pussy, fucking her so hard I’d break her new bed.

Anger pushes my fantasies aside when Lexi beams a triumphant smile at me.

A low feral growl reverberates through my chest as I bare my teeth at her.Fucking brat. I’m gonna make her regret this.

My parents lead the way, stepping out the front door. I’m behind Lexi, and as soon as they exit, I grab her wrist, stopping her. “That fucking dress is unacceptable. I should turn you over my goddamn knee.”

She looks up at me, an innocent smile curling her lips. “I don’t know what you mean.”

Oh, the fuck she doesn’t. She knows exactly what I mean.Her eyes don’t lie, unlike her mouth.

“I swear to God, Lexi, you’ll pay for this. You better hope no fucking men ogle you at dinner. You’re responsible for every fucking bruise and broken bone they suffer.” I push her out the front door, my hand wrapped around her arm.

She hisses at me, trying to pull away from me. “Let go of me, asshole.”

“No.”

A few brazen male students eye her as we approach the parking lot. The second they hear my growl, their attention snaps to me. I bare my teeth at them, my eyes flashing a warning.

Lowering their heads, they hurry away.

That’s what I fucking thought, jackasses.

“Would you stop acting like a possessive jerk?” Lexi smacks my arm as we cross the parking lot between my car and hers. “You’re my stepbrother, not my bodyguard.”

Eying her with contempt, I growl, “You’re wrong. You belong tome, Lexi.”

I release her when we reach the car.

When I open the door, Lexi slides into the back seat. I slide beside her, sitting as close to her as possible without arousing our parents’ suspicions.

As Cynthia prattles on about some fucking nonsense to my father, I grab the seatbelt from Lexi’s hand, fastening it for her. She scowls and slaps my hand, making me grin.

As my father drives away, he and Cynthia continue a steady stream of conversation about their recent trip, completely ignoring Lexi and me.

“Keep smacking me, Lexi. I like it.” My finger trails up her exposed thigh. She jerks her leg away, but not before I feel the goosebumps pebbling over her skin.

Smirking, I adjust the jacket over my button-down shirt. Shewants me as much as I want her.

CHAPTER 10

Evan

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