“You’re fucking lying.”
“Am I?” I challenge him. His searing eyes blaze into mine. He doesn’t want to believe me, but he questions it. And deep down, I think he’s furious because I know damn well he wants to be the one behind me. “So, tell me, brother, what are you going to do with this information? Tell on me? Beg me to trade my illicit professor for my intolerable stepbrother? Would you like to fuck me, Hunter?”
I love the way his jaw tightens. The vein protruding from his forehead only feeds my fire.
“That’s what I thought. So, we both agree I don’t fuck boys, and you don’t fuck—”
He moves so fast, I barely register him on me until he’s pushing me up against the back of the couch. His mouth hangs over mine, and now I’m the one silently begging. “You’re right. I don’t fuck little whores.” His lips press against mine, swallowing me whole. His tongue breaches my mouth, taking mine in a brutal kiss. I fight back, but he gathers my hair in a tight fist and tugs. I hiss out in pain, but he doesn’t stop. “But for you, I’ll make an exception.” He devours my mouth until I can’t take anymore. My hands become just as brutal as I lock my fingers into his hair. There’s something savage at the way we kiss, our hands frantic and greedy, pulling at one another’s clothes. There’s no thinking. No questioning right or wrong. Because this is wrong. In so many ways. His hands tear at my leggings while I unsnap his jeans. Suddenly, he flips me, slamming his hand down on my back so I’m arched over the couch. My leggings are ripped down my quivering thighs, and the sound of his jeans being shoved to his knees follows. Without fully undressing me or warning me, he kicks my legs apart and spreads me open. He takes the tip of his thick cock and plunges inside me, making me scream out. A sharpness stabs at my core. It’s been too long since I’ve been with anyone, and he’s so big. He stops, then pulls out and slams back in, not offering me time to adjust.
“Is this how he takes you? Fucks with you without remorse? Uses you like a little whore?”
His words are meant to hurt, but they only ignite the fire inside me. He fills me over and over, each thrust pulling him deeper inside me. Hisses and moans mingle with our panting breaths. His balls slap against my clit every time he pumps into me, the sound of our sex echoing in the air. I push back onto him, needing more friction. “Such a fucking whore,” he groans, digging his fingers into my hips. No doubt he’ll leave a mark. “Fuck,” he growls, and I almost lose it. My breasts swell against my shirt as they rub back and forth over the material of the couch. “Tell me, sis, is this how you behave with all your teachers?”
“Fuck you,” I pant, riding his cock. A sharp pain skates across my ass as he spanks me.
“Is this what gets you off? Being a bad girl?”
“Yes, yes…” I moan, needing more, craving so much more. I can barely understand the insults. My orgasm is borderline blinding. My eyes burn. My sex swells. The only sound I hear is the smacking of our bodies as he fucks me into oblivion.
His thrusts become too much, and I explode into a million tiny pieces of ecstasy, my walls clenching around his cock.
“Fuck,” he grunts, powering into me. He pulls out, and I feel the warmth of his cum shooting up my back.
It takes us both a moment to catch our breath, the realization of what we’ve done coming front and center. Hunter shuffles behind me as he pulls his pants up. Like an idiot, I wait for him to help me out. When I hear him picking up his backpack and storming up the stairs, I realize I’m on my own.
“Fucking asshole,” I hiss. I have no choice but to stand up straight, his cum dripping down my back. “You fucking asshole!” I yell, ready to commit a serious crime. “Gross,” I whine as I pull my sweater off and wipe off my back.
“Asshole or not, Mommy and Daddy are home. Have fun explaining…” he waves his hand up and down, motioning to my disheveled appearance, “all this.”
Shit! The door handle starts to turn, and I take off in a sprint up the stairs.
“Kiddo, is that you?” I hear William’s voice as I run past Hunter’s door, punching it before throwing myself into my room.
“Yeah! Lots of homework. Privacy would be great!” I yell down, then slam my door shut. I swear to all that’s holy, I hate Hunter Graham with every fiber of my being.
Chapter 10
Hunter
“There’s Trena. You gonna go talk to her?”
“No,” I say to Griff, my best and only friend since I moved to this hellhole town after Dad and Olivia got married. My mom hadn’t even been dead a whole year.
There’s no way to prepare a kid for losing a parent. Especially when it’s ugly. Fucking cancer invaded her entire body. She went from vibrant to frail in a matter of weeks. Months passed, and the treatments didn’t work. They only sucked the little life she had left out of her.
I always envied my parents. The love they shared. There was a time I actually thought one day I’d find the same passion they had. But then Mom got sick, and Dad started to shut down. Then he met Olivia. She was the on-call nurse at the hospice center. She helped my mom through the sickness caused by the treatments. Consoled my dad through the hard nights. His excuse that they formed a bond during the loss was fucking bullshit. While my mom was gasping for her last breath, he was having coffee with Olivia in the cafeteria. My dad was so fucking busy flirting with my mom’s nurse, my mom died alone.
I wish he was the one who died. Mom didn’t deserve this. To be so betrayed on her death bed. And then he falls in love and fucking remarries so quickly. Now, not only do I have a stepmother, I have a bratty, mouthy, intolerable stepsister.
“For real? Last time I saw you two, you looked pretty cozy.”
I take another swig. “Not lookin’ to get cozy tonight, man.” More like commit murder. I’m just not sure who I want to murder first: the sick-ass physics teacher or my damn stepsister. Cat…I fucked her. I lost my mind and my shit while I fucked her from behind. She wanted to teach me a lesson? Goad me? Her plan sure as fuck backfired. I’m just not sure if it was on her or me.
“Clearly. You look like you want to fight someone. Not normally your style. What’s up with you?”
I’ve got myself a fucking problem I don’t know how to fix. “Nothing. Long story.” Well, it’s actually pretty short. I fucked my stepsister and almost blacked out because it felt so good. But I hate her, and she hates me. I may hate our physics teacher more, though. The thought of him fucking her makes me want to seriously harm someone.
“Okay then. How are things with your pops? Any better?”
Another topic I don’t want to discuss. I slam the rest of my beer and jump off the hood of my car. “He’s still a heartless prick.”
“Where you going?” I hear him ask to my back.
“Seems like maybe I wanna get cozy after all.” I storm up to Trena and wrap my arm around her neck. “S’up.” I start looking around for more booze. I’ll need more than two beers to get through this fuck.
“Hey, Hunter. Where’ve you been? You left the party last weekend without saying goodbye.”