Only…
It’s not my face he’s looking at.
But the black bracelet around my wrist.
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Finn
I’ve always known the house sitter lacked common sense.
I mean, come on, anyone with half a brain would have run for the hills the day I dumped her luggage into the water fountain. But when I see the black stones clasped around her wrist, the innocent look in her deep brown eyes…
I realize it’s worse than I thought.
She doesn’t just lack common sense.
She also lacks basic human decency.
“What the fuck?” My voice cracks on a mix of anger and disgust, but there’s also a pinch of pain I want to smother to death.
Gem staggers back a step at my words and I watch it sink in. The realization that she broke all of my rules and boundaries.
And there’s no going back.
“Right, I… I stumbled upon your mom’s office today, and I… I made this for you.” Her voice trembling, she glides the bracelet off her wrist and hands it to me.
I see red instantly.
“You touched her stuff?” I spit, but it comes out as a question. I’m shocked, in disbelief. I feel like she just dropped a massive fucking bombshell on me.
She. Touched. Her. Stuff.
I shift to autopilot, my fingers clutching the bracelet and ripping it out of her hand violently. I throw it across the hall so hard the house sitter shrieks.
Her chest heaving up and down, she struggles to speak. “I just… I thought it’d be nice for you to have something of hers.”
I almost laugh.
My mom left me plenty of things when she died.
PTSD, nightmares, never-ending guilt.
But I sure as hell don’t need a bracelet made by a stranger.
She starts to move away, but I stop her, reaching for her wrist and yanking her body to mine. The worst part is, I know she meant well. She’s so full of light, kindness, good intentions.But right now, with her chest pressed against mine, I want to suck her dry.
So, so fucking bad.
I want to bend her over and plunge inside her until she tells me how sorry she is, make her beg, cry in pleasure as she comes and hates herself for it.
I shift my hips a bit so that she doesn’t feel how rock-hard I am, but I’m pretty sure she feels it anyway because she stops breathing for a second.
Fuck.
This girl is my worst nightmare.
Something I hate just as much as I crave.