“Not anymore.” She folds her arms across her tits, causing them to lift and bulge against the opening of her tank top. I want to slide my dick right between them.
Because I’m still a total dickwad, I drop the pill back onto the bed and grip both her knees. She snaps them closed. “No one’s been between these thighs, Rayne-bow?”
Fuck, I don’t know why it matters so much to me, but it does. I can’t stand the idea of anyone else touching her.
The moment is not helped in the least by the scent of her arousal, which suddenly floods my nostrils. As if my disrespectful touch gets her wet.
She tries unsuccessfully to knock one of my hands off. “None of your business, Wilde.”
I bring my face closer to hers, inhaling her creosote and juniper scent, along with the sweet aroma of her arousal. “Say it, Runt. I need to know if someone’s popped this cherry.”
Even more of her arousal curls into my nostrils. The room starts to spin.
She clutches at both my wrists, digging her nails into my skin as she tries to pry my grip from her knees.
“Tell me the truth, and I’ll let you sleep on the bed tonight.”
“No! I’m a–” Her face is a deep shade of magenta.
Thank fuck.She’s still a virgin. I don’t have to kill anyone tonight.
“Who in this town would have sex with me, anyway?”
I narrow my eyes. “Lots of assholes, Rayne. But none of them are going to. Understand me? Not if they want to live.”
She blinks up at me, her blue eyes shimmering with unshed tears.
I release her knees, my hands coming to my belt.
Her gaze tracks my movement.
I flick my brows. “Say it, Runt. I need to know you’re clear on this.”
ChapterTwelve
Wilde
Instead of taking Rayne to get her driver’s license test on Saturday, I head to Tempe to watch Bo and Cole play football for ASU. My plan is to drive down to Tucson from there to sit down with Amber Green, Garrett Green’s human wife, who is a lawyer. She’s agreed to talk to me about my case.
I told Rayne I couldn’t take her like it was her punishment to have to wait to get the license, even though I’m the one who was pushing it onto her before.
I guess I like having her beholden to me for a ride more than I want to be relieved of the burden of her. I like the chance to taunt her in the mornings as I drive her to school, reminding her I’m in charge. That I don’t want her talking to those humans. That I expect her to wait in my Jeep until after practice.
She never does, but I demand it, anyway.
I love her defiance. The way she glared at me when she told me she understood I would kill any guy she had sex with.
I’m half-relieved, half-agitated to be away from Wolf Ridge. Away from my runt of a stepsister. Despite my brilliant idea to take back my bed, which now very much smells like Rayne, I couldn’t sleep all week.
I spent every night listening to Rayne toss and turn and sigh.
If I had even one shred of decency, I would let her have her bed back. She clearly can’t get any rest on the floor.
But each time I consider the idea of releasing her from my evil plan, everything in me balks. I’m not leaving that bedroom, even if it means I never sleep again.
Even if it means I have to jack off in the bathroom four times a day.
I don’t want to fuck my stepsister. That would be wrong. I especially don’t want to fuck Rayne the Runt. Why would I be attracted to a Defective?