Jesus. I had to laugh. Her smart mouth was starting to amuse me.
With a smile, I stepped forward. “First of all, you kissed me back.”
“You took me—”
“Shut up.”
Amazingly, she zipped her lip.
“Second of all, I’m well aware you’re not the Stockholm Syndrome type. Otherwise, you would have fucked my brother already since he’s beenrealnice to you…hasn’t he?”
“That’s not—”
“I said shut up.” I pressed forward while she kept moving back, the look on her face similar to that of prey knowing it was only a matter of time before she got blocked in a corner with nowhere to go.The perfect, most beautiful, innocent little prey.
I tilted my head, scrutinizing her. “Now, since we’re on the topic of my little brother, that brings me to my third point.” Another step. “Stay away from him.”
“You can’t—”
“It’s simple, Alyx.” Her back hit the wall, and I stepped right up to her, leaving nothing but a few breaths of space between us. “Stay. Away. From my brother.”
Our eyes remained locked. I was looking down, and she was looking up, our bodies so close I could feel the warmth emanate from her.
“And lastly…” My hand dropped, and my fingers gently brushed against her inner thigh. Her eyes became hooded, her lips slightly parted as my touch traveled upward. “Stop fighting me. You will lose.” My fingers eased up some more, her cheeks all pretty and flushed. “Next time you welcome my tongue in your mouth, you better be sure you’re ready to welcome me between your legs.” With a gentle slide of my finger, I touched her pussy, and it earned me a subtle whimper from her tempting lips. I leaned down closer, so close I felt her warm breath against my skin. “Next time, I won’t be walking away without making you bleed for me, ballerina girl. Remember that.”
The second I stepped back, she let out a breath, her body sagging against the wall. I straightened my cut and pulled my hand through my hair. “You should get some rest.”
With that, I left the room and locked the door behind me. I fell back against the door, tracing my thumb across my lips, still tasting her. It was the flavor of sweet, sweet innocence—something I made sure remained until I was ready to claim it for myself.
I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. The mix of lust and anger was toxic and strong. If I didn’t get a handle on it, I wouldn’t be able to do what I needed to do next.
“Neon!” I called down the hall, and the blue-haired pixie appeared in the doorway.
“Will it help if I say I didn’t mean to?”
“No.” I started walking toward her while lighting a cigarette.
“Um…will it help if I say I’m really, really sorry?”
I blew out a cloud of smoke. “No.”
“Goddammit.”
At that moment, Ink came strolling in through the back door. Neon glanced at him then back at me. “Will it help if I say I’ll blow Ink?”
Ink balked. “Say what?”
I wasn’t amused. “No.”
“Hold up one cotton-picking minute.” Ink walked over. “Dude, I have no idea what she did, but please, in the name of God, let her apologize for whatever it is by blowing me.”
“Oh, my God.” Neon shoved against his chest. “You are such a slut.”
Ink followed her out of the kitchen, spitting out promises of mind-blowing sixty-nines and multiple orgasms. Neon’s only reaction was giving him the finger. It would have been amusing if it wasn’t for me and my brother glaring at each other from across the room.
Onyx crossed his arms while leaning back against the counter. “You look pissed, big brother.”
“Do I?” I took a seat at the table, straightening my legs out in front of me. “What the fuck you doing, Onyx?”