Page 1 of Deny Me

ChapterOne

GABRIELLE

“Don’t look at me like that,” I screech, because there is no one in this world that can fuck me off quite like Mason can.

“I’ll look at you any way I want to, squirt,” he says with a smirk, pissing me off further with the stupid nickname he has had for me since he became my goddamn stepbrother. Sometimes, I fucking hate that my dad married his mum. I’ve got nothing against her as such, and she’s always been pleasant, to a certain extent, but I can’t completely let my guard down around her, because of her son. Or should that besons, because my other stepbrother, Jared, is just as fucking irritating—well, almost.

I narrow my eyes on Mason, the hatred seeping out of every pore as I will him to just fuck off and leave me alone.

“Mason, you need to stop this,” I say, exasperated by constantly telling him that he needs to stop poking his nose into my business.

“And you need to stop being a fucking slut,” he retorts. I flinch at his harsh words. He’s never called me a slut before, because I am nothing of the sort, and it seems that my dear stepbrother is more than a little pissed off about me locking lips with the local playboy, Carter James.

“Why the hell do you care so much?” I shout, my frustration reaching new levels.

“You know why,” he says, his voice a little quieter, and I feel the blush instantly spread up my neck and to my cheeks.

“Don’t,” I warn, because I know exactly what he’s implying.

“Don’t what, squirt? Don’t remind you of how wet you were for me? Of how you screamed my name as I made you come so fucking hard that you almost passed out…”

“Stop it,” I grit, the memory coming to the forefront of my mind as he takes slow steps towards me.

“How you took my dick like a good fucking girl as I fucked your mouth and you played with your clit…”

Oh God. I can feel my panties becoming wet already, even as I try to stop myself feeling anything other than hate for him. I’m immobile as he stops in front of me, crouching a little so his eyes are level with mine as he whispers, “How I ran my tongue between your arse cheeks and shoved my fingers in your pussy as you rode—”

“Stop it, please,” I beg, because fucking hell, this is so inappropriate. “It never should have happened.”

“But it did, and you’re trying so hard to forget, but I hear you moaning in your room at night when you’re playing with yourself and remembering what we did.”

“I do no such thing,” I tell him, clearly lying through my teeth, because, Jesus, I think about that night way more than I should. I make myself come from the memory alone, and I have to be careful never to let it happen again.

“You can keep lying to yourself, squirt, but I’ll be waiting,” he tells me, his dark grey eyes boring into mine.

“Waiting for what?” I ask breathlessly, even though I know I shouldn’t have said anything.

“For you to fucking give in and accept that you belong to me,” he says confidently, as if it is inevitable.

“Fuck you,” I grind out, my head reminding me just why I hate him so much. Cock sure. Full of himself.

“Soon,” he replies with a wink, before he smirks and turns away, going down the hallway and to his bedroom, leaving me stood there like a hot fucking mess.

ChapterTwo

MASON

I laugh as I flop down on my bed, her disbelief etched in my mind. Gabrielle is the one woman I’ve always wanted, and then I had her, only for her to be disgusted by what we did and fuel her hatred of me.

I’m fucking offended she was disgusted, because what we did together was nothing short of beautiful. Her curvaceous body moulding against mine, her tight pussy milking my dick, and her pouty lips so soft as she moaned into my mouth.

I give her shit because I’m furious that she denies me, what we did, who the fuck we are. We’re step-siblings, not fucking blood related, but for her, it seems to be a massive issue. For me, not so much. I don’t give a shit what people think of me, and I couldn’t care less how uncomfortable it might be for the whole fake family thing.

My mother may have married her father, but I have no loyalties to anyone but her and my brother, Jared. My mother can go to hell. Her father can dig his own grave before I put him in it. I lost respect for both of them a long time ago. I couldn’t give a fuck if I never speak to them again, but her… her I care about. She just needs to get over herself and give in to what she knows is going to happen.

Her being mine.

Me being hers.

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