Page 51 of Corrupt Idol

“I thought I’d be different this time around, but the moment I saw you, it was like all the years in between never happened. You make me go haywire. I can’t help myself.”

“You don’twantto help yourself! You get off on dominating me,forcingme—”

“I don’t want to dominate you. I wantyou. Any way I can have you, I’ll take you.”

“You’re sick.”

“Maybe.”

“There’s no maybe about it. Anyone who’s done what you have should be locked up.”

He pulled off his shades so he could pierce her with eyes that reflected the unreal blue sky. The bill of his cap cast a shadow over his face, but that didn’t take away from the intensity of his gaze.

“You could have made that happen. Why didn’t you say anything?”

When she tried to walk away, he blocked her path.

“No, answer me. If you wanted me to stop, if you hated me so much, why didn’t you tell someone?”

“Who would believe me? EvenIcouldn’t believe what was happening and you were doing it tome! Who would believe perfect Jesse Sampson was fucking his sister? You’re the best actor I’ve ever met. You’re able to turn it on and off likethat.” She snapped her fingers in his face. “You did me dirty and then carried on with your day as if nothing happened. Youstilldo that!” She rubbed the place where her punctured heart thudded. “And Mom and Dad would have died if they knew. You know that.”

A warm breeze tugged playfully on her hair as the sun beamed down on them. A volatile concoction rumbled around inside her. She noted dimly that she had traveled further from the truck than she intended. Jesse stood between her and freedom, a silent declaration that she wasn’t going anywhere until he allowed it.

“What do you want from me?” she demanded.

“I want you.”

“You’ve had me!”

His hand slashed through the air. “Your body isn’t enough. I wantyou.”

“That’s never going to happen.”

Her heart slammed against her ribs as he invaded her space, making her feel trapped even though they stood in an empty field with miles of land around them.

“I made a lot of mistakes with you. I didn’t know how to handle my feelings. I fell for you before Mom taught you how to dress or what it meant to be a woman. You bloomed right in front of me. You started attracting guys and picked the worst ones. You made my life a fucking hell.”

“And that’s my fault? How was I supposed to know?”

There was a minute shift in his expression that made her stomach clench.

“You knew how I felt about you,” he growled. “You woke up that night, you looked right at me.”

Her heart careened into her throat. She backed away. “We aren’t doing this!”

He grabbed her shoulders, halting her escape.

“We are,” he gritted.

“You’re fucked up!” She beat her fists against his chest. “You were sneaking into my room at night and jerking off on me! Why—what—whodoesthat?”

“A desperate, horny teenager,” he said in a flat, unapologetic tone. “I stole your underwear at first, but that wasn’t enough. I watched you sleep, imagined myself beside you, over you.” His eyes glinted with lust. “I wanted you covered in me. I was obsessed and then you woke up one night right before I spilled my load.”

Her mouth watered as panic spread through her. She looked around even though she knew they were alone. This was their fucked-up history, the beginning of the deterioration of their relationship. These were things she had wiped from her memory, that were so taboo she vowed never to tell a soul and here he was, laying it out in broad daylight.

“You let me keep doing it. I even saw your hand moving beneath the covers once—”

“Stop!” she screamed and ripped out of his hold so she could pace, hands swiping at the cold sweat that covered her skin.

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