Page 332 of My Sweet Dollie, You Have to Love Me
I nod.
“Okay, give me a kiss.” He directs me to him with a single finger wiggling.
Reluctant steps take me to him. I stretch on my toes to place a kiss on his cheek, but he turns his head, and I get his mouth and forceful tongue instead.
I let his tongue invade my mouth, giving little effort back, before I lightly push at his chest.
“Are you going to be good while I’m gone?” he asks, his lips still wet from the kiss I didn’t want.
I didn’t want the ones an hour ago, either. I didn’t want his hands on my body. But after tiring of the diary, he finally turned to me. All he said was. “Moans travel through the walls.”
I gave nothing back, a heavy swallow taking my words deep inside me.
There’s no way Shane could prove I was in Ambrose’s room, but he started jabbering on about me being a disrespectful little slut.
I sat there and took it when all I wanted to do was yell for help. I took the slap that followed. Then, as if he realized I couldn’t teleport from one room to another, he started rapidly firing apologies my way. Telling me how I was the best thing to ever happen to him, the most beautiful part of his life, how he could make it all up to me.
That’s when he started groping me through my clothes, touching me through my shorts. I’m not sure if he felt the moist patch on my underwear from where Ambrose touched me, or maybe he thought it was there because of him, but he never said anything.
He never replied with words when I said I wasn’t in the mood, but his hand closed around my throat, and when he told me to moan for him, I was too scared to disagree.
His fingers were already moving inside me, quick jabs that felt like a stabbing between my legs. It lasted seconds before he rolled on a condom to remind me who I belonged to…
And in that moment, he did exactly that.
My feelings for either man can’t be put into words. One makes me hate him with every pointed finger, every sarcastic sneer that sounds so much like his mother, every stain of purple that sits on my skin today, but most of all, each cruel jab he shoots at the other man in my life. The one I fall deeper in love with through every stolen smile, all those silent conversations and naughty text messages…all those whispered touches we shouldn’t have had because we grew up as siblings.
The man across the hall.
My brother, my person—isn’t an adequate term for the one who is my everything.
A smile comes easily to my face as I walk Shane out, because I’m not thinking of him.
Another kiss is stolen at the door, and it takes everything in me to hold the tears back when he pulls me in, his hands gripping my ass like he did this morning.
I don’t want him touching me there or anywhere else ever again.
“I’ll see you later.” He doesn’t ask me if it’s okay if he comes back over, but he dares me with a cruel glare to disagree.
And I don’t.
As soon as he’s outside, I rush for the stairs, taking them two at a time. “Ambrose! Are you home?”
The doorbell booms through the house, and I freeze in the middle of the staircase, thinking it’s Shane who left his key somewhere.
Oh, God. What if he heard me?
“It’s probably just Nyx,” I mumble to myself, hoping and praying it really is just Nyx here to finish fixing up the house and start on the yard.
Dropping down the last of the steps, wearing an ancient pair of pajamas I’d found in my closet this morning, I hope I won’t be judged for my outfit because it smells of mildew. The baggyshirt, covered in My Little Ponies, the pink shorts, too—though I’m almost sure they’re not the matching pair—added with my dragged through a hedge looking hair and puffy eyes, makes me look terrible, I’m sure.
Lingering sadness causes an ache in my eyes, and I rub it away. The reason—last night and all that’s happened since—stays heavy in my mind as I move over the wooden floor.
Ding, dong.
“I’m coming!”
Lingering pains latch onto my body. My ass cheeks hurt almost as much as my breasts, where eager fingers prodded. The right one hurts more than the left, and I can’t help but worry if Shane’s done something to my lump.
