Page 47 of Unspoken Truths

Easing carefully away, I push a pillow underneath Rachelle so she can snuggle around it. She’s really cute as she sighs and slides deeper into sleep. Picking up my bag and shoes, I check to make sure I have everything with my phone flashlight. Deciding I’ll just ask Rachelle tomorrow if I’ve left anything, I put away my phone and creep out the door, locking it before I pull it closed behind me.

If I’m not in bed with her, I want to know that she’s safe. Ignacio is a chaos gremlin of anger, I don’t trust him very much right now.

“Doing the walk of shame, Lili?” the devil asks, leaning against the wall. He’s currently shirtless, joggers low on his hips. The problem isn’t that Ignacio isn’t gorgeous, it’s that he uses it like a weapon.

I can’t be with someone that I’m not safe with. I don’t enjoy having games played with my heart.

“I fell asleep,” I respond, yawning. “Nothing happened.”

“So you didn’t eat my sister’s pussy until she creamed for you?” he asks, pushing away from the wall to prowl toward me. That’s the only way I can describe it, his hips rolling as he moves. God, I can see every single muscle on his chest on display, as well as the eight-pack of his abs. “Wasn’t that what you said at the tower, Lili?”

“Completely forgot you were there,” I mutter, pressing my back against the wall as he gets even closer. My fingers drop my backpack as Ignacio’s stupidly muscled arms raise over my head to cage me in.

He just needs to move away so I can get home, and I can spend some time with my vibrator imagining a Rachelle and Ignacio sandwich.

Wait, where did that come from?

“I’m going to make it a point to not be quite so forgettable,” he says, smirking.

He looks like he’s just getting to bed himself, sleep nowhere within his gray eyes. Ignacio looks too alert, his body coiling like a cat, waiting to strike as he leans over me.

“That’s not what I meant,” I tell him, placing my hands on his warm skin and pushing him away.

“Then what did you mean?” he asks, his lips now against the shell of my ear.

“You’re a pompous ass,” I grunt, annoyed when he doesn’t move an inch. “Stop hitting on your stepsister’s girlfriend, Nacio. That’s low even for you.”

“Is that what you two are,” he says, as if it’s news to him. Selective memory isn’t cute. He was right there when I asked her. “Is Dad going to be alright with his new daughter dating the help?”

My father has never been the help, nor has he ever been treated as such. Our parents are best friends as well as associates, and he’s being intentionally cruel. That’s fine, two can play this game.

“What is your dad going to say when he realizes you’re thinking about his new daughter’s pussy and how good it tastes?” I ask innocently, my hand pulling down the waistband of his joggers slowly.

Ignacio pants as he gets lost in the feeling of my fingers grazing over his skin, not realizing that I’m pulling one of the blades from the holster at my thigh. I didn’t take them off when I fell asleep, and to be honest, I keep them near me even at home. I know exactly how dangerous my dad’s career choice is, and there’s even a safe room in my closet.

Everything is sealed in that room once I enter it for twenty-four hours unless needed for a longer period of time. It’s flame proof, flood proof, has its own air supply, food, and water. There’s even a small toilet as well.

Dad thought of everything, and doesn’t fuck around when it comes to my safety. I also don’t mess with fuck boys who don’t care about other’s feelings. I’m not a toy.

Ignacio doesn’t even notice the coolness of the blade until the point is against the base of his cock. His pants are pulled down enough to expose most of his length, and he’s rock hard. I struggle not to pay attention to how good he feels since I’m inadvertently touching his cock. Nope, I am firmly not interested, even as my pussy clenches around nothing, making me shift on my feet.

“Lili,” he growls dangerously, unmoving. “I’m not a fan of sharp instruments around my cock unless there’s a warm, wet mouth accompanying it. Are you going to be a good girl and drop to your knees for me? I’ll make it good for you if you make sure to be loud enough that she wakes up.”

Sick fuck.

“I’d rather have her over you any day,” I say. “I’m not giving her up. You want to make my life hell alongside her? Fucking bring it, little boy.”

“There’s nothing little about my cock,” he rasps, careful not to move his pelvis as he licks up my neck.

That shouldn’t be this hot. My thighs clamp together as I pull in a breath, unfortunately inhaling how fucking delicious he smells.

“You’re so warm, Lili,” Ignacio croons. “Are you sure you don’t want to bounce on my cock outside of her room so she’ll wake up— ow! Fuck.”

There’s a thin slice of blood just above the base of his cock, my lips curving in a smile at the sight. I somehow enjoy the sight of blood on him much more than on his stepsister’s skin.

“I’m not interested,” I say. “Not unless you choose her over whatever fucked up shit you have going on with the Kings. Until that happens, I’d rather cut it off than fuck you. Now back up before I have to explain to Mr. Emil why I stabbed his son.”

“I’m almost tempted to see if you’d go through with it,” he says, glancing at the door where Rachelle is sleeping.

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