Page 13 of Insatiable

I glare at my phone, which is sitting beside the sink. Maybe I’ll accidentally drop it in the water? Break it? Step on the screen so the messages are illegible?

DoNotAnswer: I’ll rip his jaw off. You’re mine.

I scoff at the text. Daily, hourly, I wish I could strangle my stepbrother in his sleep without him thinking I’m trying to make it sexual.

Me: Can you stop? I’m at my friend’s party. And I’m not yours. I’m your fucking stepsister, you sick freak.

DoNotAnswer: I’m coming to get you.

Anger builds as I quickly turn off my phone.

Surely it’s wrong for him to want me so badly?

I hurry upstairs to Lu’s room and toss the phone on her bed. I know I should be doing as he says to stop the abuse, but I’m at my limit. I want to fight back.

By the time I get back downstairs, most of my friends have moved into the main kitchen. Some are sitting on the counters, some at the breakfast bar, while hyping two people sitting on the floor for everyone to see. She’s straddling him and grinding against his…

Oh.

My eyes widen when I notice him taking her nipple into his mouth, grabbing her breast while he licks and sucks, as if he’s starving. Her dress rides up over her behind, where his other hand is gripping and moving her against him.

A girl from Lu’s college class stops in the doorway, her jaw nearly hitting the ground. “You do know we can see you, right?” she asks the pair, but they wave them off as they continue kissing and grinding.

“They’re just going to…”

“Fuck, yes!” someone confirms for her when she struggles for words.

Luciella walks in. “Absolutely not! This is my mother’s kitchen, goddammit!”

I continue to sip my drink, shoulder to shoulder with Ty while we watch them stand and disappear out of the kitchen, the girl giggling as he smacks her ass and asks where the spare rooms are.

Lu pops a hip out with folded arms, tapping her foot. “There are over thirty. Take your pick.”

Someone tells her there’s a smashed lamp in the lobby, and she sighs before vanishing.

“Such a spoilsport,” a voice says behind us.

Ty groans when she realises it’s Dez.

“You wanted to watch, didn’t you?”

“Get fucked,” she retorts without turning around. “Go back to the other side of the house where you belong before Lu sees you talking to me.”

“But we’re here for the free booze and the eye candy. Is Satan’s twin going to ruin that as well?”

Tylar’s eyes flutter as Dez lowers his voice to a whisper. She ignores whatever he says, but I see her flush, and one of his hands takes her hip, pulling her back to him. “If I put my hand up your dress, would your cunt be soaked, remembering how it felt to have me fuck you in every way possible?”

I clear my throat and suck on my straw, averting my eyes.

“Stop,” she says, but her voice is breathy.

He grunts. “You weren’t telling me to stop the other night.”

He obviously can’t see how devastated Ty looks. She shrugs him off and storms away. Dez just laughs and takes a swig of his beer, eyes finding mine.

I glare at him. “Why do you need to do that?”

He hasn’t taken her ending things with him very well and is forever teasing her, knowing it drives her crazy. He’s always texting and calling, and Tylar being Tylar, she answers.

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