Page 15 of Like An Animal
“Put the fucking shirt on or I’ll bend you over the hood of my car and spank your bratty ass. You’ll want to listen to me. We both know what I’ll do if I have you bent over for me.”
A shiver runs through my body from the memory of him ramming his cock into me again and again like a maniac on a mission.
“Sociopath,” I snap before I tug the shirt over my head. One of these days I’m going to get back at him for all the times he has treated me like a child, like he is now. Seriously, I’m only two years younger than him.
“You have no idea, little ghost.” He grabs me by the shirt and tugs me to him before leaning in my face. “Behave tonight and I’ll reward you long and hard later.”
I narrow my eyes. “Like hell you will. It was a one time thing. Now that it’s done and out of our systems, we can move on and leave it in the past. Now that it has happened, you can stop the whole overprotective/jealous bullshit you do when another guy tells me I’m pretty.”
His gaze darkens and his jaw tenses. “Keep telling yourself that, but remember this. Your cunt is mine. Your fuckingsoulis mine.Youare mine. Every inch of you belongs to me and I don’t share, period. If I see another person put their hands on you, I’ll rip their flesh from their bones and hang their balls from my bedroom door like a do-not-disturb sign for everyone to see when I fuck you. Don’t test me, Bronwyn. I don’t play. When I say something, I fucking mean it.”
He slams his mouth down on mine, stealing a kiss as the blood in my veins turns ice cold. I think that’s the most I’ve heard Jeremy speak ever. It’s always just a sentence here or there, but he gave a full fucking monologue.
A moan fights its way out, but I kick that bitch to the ground until he releases his hold on me. He pulls away and walks toward the house as I look around frantically.
No one saw him do that, right?
Jesus Christ. He needs to be more careful. What would people say if they saw him kissing me like that?
I can just imagine the looks and the words of disgust.
I know no one is around to see what happened, but that doesn’t stop the worry. My paranoia is justified. This type of thing is taboo for a reason.
There may be no blood relation between us, but Jeremy is still my brother. Our parents are married and we’ve been in the same house since I was nine. For everyone else, it would be the same as incest.
I learned early on to be exactly who everyone wants me to be or they’ll discard me, dismiss me and turn me into a pariah. I’ve seen it happen so many times and how bad it can get.
This is going to be a problem.
I shake it off and head inside.
Once the guard at the door sees my shirt, they let me pass with no hesitation, giving me only a curt nod as I walk in, but as I pass the threshold, I hear one of them speak.
“Evening, Mrs. Borza.”
My body stiffens.
No.
I’m not a Borza. I’m a Durst. Jeremy is a Borza.
He probably only called me that because I’m Jeremy’s step-sister and they know Jer really well. They don’t know me.
I throw a stiff smile over my shoulder.
“Bronwyn! Hey!” I turn my head as my gaze catches on Francine Gray, Sorcha O’Reilly, and none other than Tiernan freaking McGowen huddled together. I’m glad to see Franny and Sorcha–they’re good people–but I swear if Jer tries to attack Tiernan again, I might have a coronary.
“Hey!” I wave back as I stroll over to them.
“Cool shirt,” Sorcha compliments me and I shrug. “Where did you get it?”
I roll my eyes. “My annoying ass brother.”
Tiernan looks around cautiously. “He’s not here, is he?”
I grin. “He knows he better be on his best behavior.”
“Your brother?” Francine presses, looking confused.
