Graceful and light. Two things she’d never be.
Exhaustion came over her in a wave and her stomach growled, reminding her that it had been a while since she’d eaten. Not good. She grabbed some cheese and crackers from the kitchen, stuffing it all in her handbag to eat in her room.
Sweat broke out along her skin as she tiptoed along the passage towards the stairs. Just as she’d guessed, the living room doors were wide open, inviting anyone who walked past to peer in.
Gross.
She snuck a peek. Not because she wanted to see them fucking, but because she wanted to gauge whether either of them were facing her way. She immediately regretted it when she saw Saber’s naked ass as he pounded into her aunt who was lying stomach down over the back of the horrid floral couch.
Please don’t let them stain it.
Also, note to self, don’t sit on that couch ever again.
Wishing she could erase her memory or burn her eyes, either would suffice, she made her way around the banister and started climbing the stairs. Her aunt was making these weird keening noises while Saber grunted like an animal.
Too late, she remembered the stair that creaked. She cringed as she stepped on it. Like a deer caught in headlights, she froze. Then she glanced over to make sure that her aunt hadn’t heard her.
She hadn’t. But Saber had.
His dark gaze caught her. A shiver of dread went through her.
Then he smiled.
Goosebumps crossed her skin and she thought she might vomit. She rushed up the stairs as he let out a deep roar. Her aunt’s cry following.
Jesus. Jesus. So gross.
She flung herself into her bedroom, and quickly turning, locked it. The lock was pretty flimsy and she didn’t really trust it. She should move the dresser.
She spun around, heaving out a breath of relief.
And realized that in her haste, she’d failed to pay proper attention to her surroundings. Her heart beat sped up, her stomach dropping as she took in the heavily-tattooed man lying on her bed.
“Hello, Marisol. Long time, no see.”
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Marisol froze.
She stared.
“Have you got no greeting for your brother?” he said with a purr.
“You’re not my brother.” The idea of it was ridiculous. And horrifying.
“When our parents get married, I will be.”
“She’s not my mother,” she spat at him. Married? Oh God. Please don’t tell her that Rosalind was marrying Saber?
He narrowed his gaze at her. Those green eyes turned dark. They were so like his father’s that another shiver worked its way through her. “What’s wrong, Marisol? Don’t like the idea of being my sister? It won’t stop us from becoming more intimately acquainted. It’s not incest, after all. But it does add a certain taste of the forbidden, don’t you think?”
What she thought was that she was about to throw up.
She needed to get this asshole out of her bedroom.
Why hadn’t she thought about the fact that Tiger would be with his father? He might be twenty-four, but he’d been raised in his father’s gang. He was being groomed as his Saber’s right-hand man.
And he seemed to believe that he had some claim on her.