Page 9 of Malicious Intentions

CHAPTER 5

Alexis

Istomp to the trunk of my stylish car, repeatedly telling myself that I’m only basking in the attention Evan showers on me because my mom ignores me. I wouldn’t be desperate for his attention if my Gram were still alive.

Maybe I have daddy issues that have never been addressed. My mom refuses to tell me anything about him. Perhaps it’s led to me basking in the attention of a hot, arrogant man.

One I’m going to be living with for the next fifteen weeks.

But I don’t want to dwell on that right now.

“Hey, Baby Sis,” Evan whispers, pulling me from my musings. His body is too close to mine, lighting my nerves on fire. I inhale, drowning in his warm amber cologne. It leaves me with the urge to turn around and bury my face in his chest.

Fire burns through my veins when I look at his arrogant, smug face. “Stop calling me that. And can you back the hell up?” I don’t look at him, knowing it’ll piss him off.

That’s the other thing that bothers me. Healwayswants my undivided attention.

“Is that what you really want, Lexi?” Evan presses his body against mine, his hardness stabbing my ass.

I can’t prevent the shiver that rolls through my body.

“You’re a liar.” His warm breath causes goosebumps to travel the length of my body. His tongue darts out, licking the shell of my ear, driving me insane.

But I can’t show the predator he’s making me weak. The viper will strike, poisoning me.

His voice is a seductive rumble. “You know why you don’t like me calling you baby sis? It’s inappropriate because of what you want me to do to you, bellissima.”

It’s taking everything I have inside me not to moan out loud. “Evan. Get off me.” I grind my teeth together, annoyed at my body’s response to him.

He chuckles, not budging an inch.

Focus on something else. Don’t show weakness.“Why the hell do you call me bellissima?” I snap.

“It means beautiful in Italian. Which you are. Undeniably so.”

Goddamn. Why does he have to say these things to me in a voice as smooth as whiskey?

He grinds against my ass, and I bite my lip before the traitorous moan nearly slips out of me. “That’s nice. Get the hell off me.”

“Hell, no. You feel too fucking good.” His hand slides lower, resting below my stomach and mere inches from my hungry pussy that hasn’t seen any action, other than my vibrator, since the high school tragedy that I don’t want to think about. Not now, and certainly not while Evan’s dry-humping me outside our apartment building for everyone to see.

“Stop it. Make yourself useful and help me unload my trunk.”

Evan’s deep chuckle sends goosebumps racing down my spine. He moves my hair to one side, baring my neck to him. His lips hover so close that his warm breaths feel like fire. “Oh, I’m being useful. Judging by your reaction to me, you’re extremely turned on. I bet your pussy hasn’t seen any action in weeks.”

I gasp, his unexpected words catching me off guard.

His dark laugh fills the woods around us, letting me know he’s called my bluff.

“Evan, please.” I try to squirm away from him, humiliation creeping beneath my skin.

What is he doing? He’s my stepbrother, for fuck’s sake. And why the hell am I not fighting him like a pissed off animal grappling for survival?

His hand slides down my shorts, cupping my pussy through my panties. “Oh, Bellissima. Your panties are damp. This wet pussy is begging to be touched.” His heavy pants tickle my ear, making me squirm. “Don’t worry. I’ll give you what you want. What youneed.” His hand starts moving, expertly touching me.

Fuck, what is he doing to me?My nipples are so hard inside my bra they ache, and my pussy is doing a happy dance from the expert strokes of his fingers.

He probably fucks anyone attractive. Hell, he seems like the type that would fuck a snake if he could hold it still long enough.

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