Unleashed (A Bad Boy Stepbrother Romance) (203 page)

“Yes.”

“Bullshit. I make you feel alive. I make you feel dirty. I make you feel good.”

His hand is sliding down the front of my body, and when I feel his fingers touch the skin beneath the button of my jeans, I jolt.

“I want you, Pen.”

“Why?” I ask.

He pushes his hand inside my underwear, plays with me, teases me. He squeezes my lips together, then spreads me. I feel it all, and I’m already so sensitive that when he rubs my clit, I let out a soft moan. Appalled with myself, I try to get out, try to get away, but his whole body is against me.

“Stop it, Pierce,” I whisper, but he doesn’t. He rubs my clit so deftly, and it’s only moments before I feel my own wetness pressing back against me. I can smell his musk, feel his heat, feel his desperation for me. He wants me… he needs me. He’ll never let me go.

I know it all. It’s not just that he told me. I simply
know
it.

“Tell me you want me out of your life.”

“I want you—”

“Tell me you never want to see me again. Tell me you never want to scream again, feel the best you’ve ever fucking felt.”

He forces me to kiss him, claims my lips, rubs my clit exactly how I need it. I can’t concentrate anymore. I’m losing myself in it. I’m losing my grip.

I moan, my eyes fall shut. He rubs me so well, so fast, I’m right at the edge so quickly, too quickly.

“No,” I say uselessly. He doesn’t stop. I feel his finger at my entrance, and he pushes it in, and I shut my jaw tight so I don’t make a sound.

I hate myself for opening my legs a little wider. I hate myself for gyrating my hips to the rhythm of his fingering.

He drives me racing forward, brings me to oblivion so quickly. I climax hard onto his hand, bury my face in his chest, and then I’m coming down, panting, shaken, fogged-up.

“Why don’t you care?” I snarl.

“I do care.”

“Then tell me why you want me.”

He pulls back, like he’s confused, or like he’s contemplating something for the first time. I’m left standing against the wall, my arm still above my head, breathless, panting, my sex still quivering.

“Tell me!” I cry. My voice breaks.

His eyes meet mine, and this time there’s something else there. More than just base lust. More than just Pierce Fletcher
getting his way
.

He turns around and leaves.

“Why?” I shout at his back. The door’s bell ding as it closes behind him. “Coward!”

I’m shaking with a heady mix of anger and disappointment.

Why couldn’t he just tell me?