The fact that I hate Deke is no longer an issue because my hatred for my sister is far greater. So I’m gonna do what I watched her do all those years and use what God gave me.
“Get the hell out of here.” He nods to the closed bedroom door.
CHAPTER SEVEN
DEKE
SHE STANDS THERE, back still against the wall, looking every bit of pissed and turned on all at once. Ignoring her, I go to my walk-in closet and grab a shirt off the hanger. I feel like going out for the evening, and there’s a party on campus that I can hit up. I need to get drunk and hook up with some stranger ’cause all this pent-up aggression I have for Demi is giving me a headache. Not to mention blue balls.
When I walk out, she’s still standing there, blue eyes glaring into mine and arms now crossed over her chest.
“I’m better than her.”
The bitch is convincing. I’ll give her that. A part of me wants to believe her, but I know the truth. She’s just another spoiled Holt who thinks she deserves every little fucking thing she wants.
I snort.
She lifts her chin. “At everything.”
I toss my shirt onto my unmade bed and smirk, looking her up and down. Wanting to really look at her. Is there a difference? She wore a pair of skinny jeans, cuffed at the ankles with a plain black T-shirt that’s just short enough to show me a little sliver of her tan stomach and a pair of black heels, giving her every bit of an extra five inches. Just as Becky would. But it doesn’t suit her. I found her much more attractive in the oversized shirt and underwear she had on last night. With Demi, less is better. But her words don’t match her actions. She looks identical to Becky in every way.
Her eyes go to my shirt on my bed and then back to mine. I watch her anger toward me build in them for every second I just stand here, letting the silence linger between us. She hates me so fucking much. I wanna wrap my hand around her elegant neck and demand she tell me why she’s here in my room. Is she trying to prove to me that she isn’t Becky?
What is it that she wants from me? Whatever it is, she isn’t going to get it.
I walk over to her, and she squares her shoulders, preparing herself for whatever I’m about to throw at her. “How are you better?” I press my body into hers again, and of course, my cock is hard. But it’s not her, it’s the game. I get off on fucking with people. The challenge.
Right.
I lower my lips to her ear. She stands perfectly still with her hands hanging down by her side. “Can you lie on your back longer?” My right hand grips her hair and yanks her head back. It hits the wall with a thud. Becky was made to be loved. She may have been a whore, but she needed to feel like she meant something—cherished. She didn’t like a hand around her throat or to be spoken to like a cheap fuck. Demi is gonna be the same way.
Little Miss Priss wants a prince to save her, but this monster will rip her apart. It’s hard to smile when you no longer have a pretty face. Ever heard of the saying beauty is only skin deep? Rip Demi of her expensive name-brand makeup and fake tan, and she’ll shatter every mirror she comes into contact with because she won’t be able to stand the sight of herself.
Her eyes fall closed. Long, dark lashes fanning her cheeks. When they open, she looks up at me and sighs my name. “Deke …”
I hate how it makes my hard cock twitch with longing. Just as it does when her sister says it. “Can you spread your fucking legs farther?” My left hand comes up, and I run a finger over her parted lips, and I lick my own, still tasting our kiss. She tasted sweet like honey. I wonder if her pussy tastes as good. Her breath quickens. “Can you suck my dick harder?”
Her eyes narrow on mine. “Yes.”
Fuck, I’d love to shove her to her knees right here and now and have her show me. But I don’t plan on touching Demi. Ever.
I smirk and pull away from her. “Go home.” I reach over and open my bedroom door. “I don’t play with little girls.” Her hands fist, and I don’t miss the marks that the zip tie left from me binding her wrists behind her back. I wonder how long it took her to find a pair of scissors and get free. It couldn’t have been easy. I should have stayed and watched the show.
“You had no problem playing at Silence,” she growls.
“That’s because I thought you were your sister. I would have never touched you otherwise.” I’ve never thought of Demi sexually in any way. And even though my cock is hard, that doesn’t mean I’ll do anything about it. I have some restraint.
“And last night?” she grinds out.
I give her a smug smile and lean up against the open door. “That was to teach you a lesson, princess.”
Now she’s the one who smiles, and it makes her look like the evil fucking bitch I know she is. She steps into me, and her bright blue eyes light up with excitement when they meet mine. When she places her small, soft hands on my bare chest, I tense. “Want me to teach you something?” She leans up on her tiptoes and places her lips by my ear. Her breath skims over my skin, and I bite the inside of my fucking cheek to keep from growling.
I should push her away, but I’m afraid if I place my hands on her, I’ll be throwing her onto the bed and not out the door where she belongs.
“I know all your secrets, Deke …” Her hands run down my chest and stomach. I think she’s gonna pull down my sweatpants, but instead, she taps my hard dick, making me jump.
I grip both of her wrists in my hand, and she hisses in a breath at the sensitive skin. My eyes narrow down at her. “Are you threatening me, Demi?” I call her by her first name ’cause I’m no longer playing.
“Maybe.” She runs her tongue over her bottom lip seductively. “What would you do to keep my mouth shut?”
It’s the same question she asked me at Silence. And my first thought is to tape that motherfucker shut. I should throw her on my bed, tie her hands behind her back, and gag her. That’ll show her what kind of guy I can be. But I have a feeling it’ll just turn her on. She’s pushing me to see just how far I’ll go.
And it’s working.
My blood begins to boil. I don’t know what all Demi heard me say to Becky those two nights in her room, but I’m not about to let this bitch think she can play me. Pretending to be Becky was fucked up, but to threaten me is the dumbest thing she could do.
I lean down, and whisper, “You think you’re being cute, Demi, but believe me when I say I have no fucking limits when it comes to protecting myself.” I pull back, and the smile has dropped off her face. “Don’t fuck with me because you won’t survive it.” What the guys and I did to Kellan was not a fucking game! And it no longer involves just me and what’s left of the GWS. Austin was a part of that as well, and I’m not taking that chance. I will protect my sister just as I will protect my brothers. And that’s all she could possibly know.
“Are you threatening me?” she asks, tensing.
“Absolutely!” I growl.
She rips her hands from my hold. “Don’t threaten me, Deke.” Her blue eyes glare up at mine. “I keep telling you that I’m nothing like my fucking sister. I’m not going to fall to my knees to suck your cock while begging you to love me. And I’m sure as hell not afraid of you.”