Page 29 of One Night Seduction

I waver at his comment for a moment.

“I know you. You leave a trail of broken hearts everywhere you go. You do whatever it takes to get women into bed and then?—”

“Seems like that runs in the family, bro,” Tyson says, leveling me with a hard look.

My eyes widen in surprise as I slowly lower my forearm from his throat, making sure to keep my tone quiet.

“She told you,” I say.

He nods. “She told me.”

“And?” I grit out, waiting for whatever comes next.

To my surprise, Tyson just shrugs.

“And nothing. She just wants to forget the night ever happened.”

“I can’t,” I admit, breaking our eye contact as I look at the far wall.

“Well, you should. She’s not interested in you, that much was abundantly clear to me last night.”

Rage ignites my entire body, and I look back to see that shit eating grin from before firmly in place.

“You’re gonna stay away from her,” I threaten.

“Fat fucking chance.”

I narrow my eyes. “Why?”

“Because I like her. She’s fun and beautiful. We have a good time together. Why would I throw that away because you accidentally fucked your stepdaughter.”

“Ex-stepdaughter,” I correct.

Tyson looks at me with intrigue as he tilts his head to the side.

“Maybe not an accident then,” he guesses.

“It was!”

The first time.

The second time, I don’t know what the fuck I was doing. It was like I had been possessed, like a carnal beast had taken over my body and was acting out of lust and desire instead of logic and reason.

“Uh huh, well, I think that it’s best if you forget it ever happened, move on. With Kelly or someone else, whatever. Just leave her alone.”

I’m rendered speechless as my little brother stalks off towards the bathroom. How the fuck did this go from me warning him away to him warning me away? As if I need it? As if I’m no good for her, like I could hurt her or?—

The back door swings open, and a sleep-tousled Arianna steps through. She’s wearing the same clothes from last night, though they look rumpled and her eyes sleep deprived. I tighten my jaw, attempting not to speak when she notices me.

“Morning,” she says.

“Morning,” I grit through clenched teeth.

She looks at me for a moment, like she’s not sure what to say. I’m doing everything I can to keep my mouth shut because I’m about two seconds away from losing my shit on her. I don’t give a fuck who she is related to, who we are, or more importantly, were to each other, and I don’t give a goddamn shit about our age difference. She feels like mine, and I don’t share what’s mine, ever. I’m trying to ignore the fact that someone who feels so undoubtedly mine just got fucked by my little brother in a treehouse not two hundred feet from me…

Yeah, I’m on the verge of losing my fucking shit.

Those bright blue eyes meet mine, sending my heart racingdespite the boiling of my blood before she gives me a tight, awkward smile and heads upstairs to her room. I don’t realize I’m still standing at the bottom of the stairs, staring at where she disappeared, until Tyson comes back into the room, his hair wet from the shower and somehow in a new set of clothes.

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