Chapter 7 Burning desire

Brianna's POV.

I walked into the house but it was so dark and silent. My eyes flared, shifting from left to right.

Darn it! I couldn't see anything, and my phone battery was dead.

And that bastard, Ares, was supposed to have toured me around the house but no. He chose to go about punishing ladies with both pain and pleasure.

Guess, I'd have to find my own way around.

As I walked through, I felt my leg dash against another's.

"Who is here?" I quizzed, subconsciously shaking and gripping my purse to my chest.

I rushed to find a switch and luckily for me, the lights came on. Ares was on the couch with a heavy bag underneath his eyelids.

He slurred in his seat, muttering incoherent words to himself.

A part of me wanted to know what he was saying, so I walked closer to him but his eyes flew open and he released a deep-throated, irritated sound.

His eyeballs looked so small like they had rolled to the back of his head. They were bloodshot and puffy, also brimming with tears at the brink.

"Hi," I said to him, and almost instantly, I wished I didn't.

He stood up and staggered backward to his left, practically losing his steps, hitting the wooden center table. I almost thought he would hurt himself.

The wrinkles on my face deepened and my jaw twitched at this point, I crossed my arms as I tapped on my feet.

My thoughts kept sliding in. "What nuisance does he keep acting up? Why did I have to see his face? What sim did I commit in the past to warrant such frustration from me?"

His breathing ragged as he spoke to me. "Who dropped you off?"

A smirk crept up on my face.

"And what does that have to do with you?" I wasn't going to let him act all possessive with me.

He took a few steps leaving him a few inches away from me. "You are my sister, of course, I have every right to know.

I let out a scoff, "you seem to be forgetting something. I'm not your sister, I'm your step-sister. So I owe you no explanation."

His lips were now drawn into a thin line and I could perceive he was angry. He flew to my side and grabbed my elbow, just enough to confirm I wasn't wrong.

"You were left in my care, need I remind you."

"Wow, so you remember that and still chose to leave me in this big house all one to go and make out with some dumb ladies. What I find strange is why you choose to do such a thing when the money isn't what you need."

His eyes dropped to the ground, and his brows furrowed upward, leaving just tiny wrinkles on his forehead.

"You know what? I'm done here." My voice came out louder and harsher than I expected. Just tonight alone, he had given me a lot of emotions to dwell upon. I was exhausted. I just wanted to lie down and sleep, I guess.

"Brianna!" He called sharply just before I turned. "Fine, I'm a jerk, and I'm sorry."

"Do you even know what you did just tonight alone? You've got to do more than say sorry. Good night." My exhalation came out harsh, like a huff, and I headed into my room. In my mind, I hoped I would just forget everything that I'd faced.

***

The donut wasn't enough to satisfy my hunger, but it would be enough that I wouldn't have to face that dude's frame until tomorrow.

I groaned on the bed, lying there with my boots still on. I sat up and took them off before I laid right back. I released an exasperated sigh. I didn't think I had the energy to change into my pajamas, so I'd just force myself to sleep with this vintage shirt and woolen black shorts.

Minutes had passed but here I was, still finding it to fall asleep. I groaned again and ripped my head into the pillow.

It wasn't helping either, I sat up and slammed the bed, groaning again.

My hair was now sprawled all over and my eyes closed.

"I can't get any sleep because of that jerk," I whispered to myself. I know that now.

My hands reached out to grab my phone, and when I saw that the time was after midnight, I assumed Ares would be in his room.

In no time, I put on a flip-flop and headed outside. In the living area, my head poked in with my eyes, surveying the area. Then, after making sure there was no one there, my orbs shifted to the kitchen's entrance and centered there.

"Let's do this!"

I tiptoed with a low squeaking sound, making my way to the threshold.

I froze in my steps and all my guard dropped.

My cheeks were now flushed, leaving my lips widened in amazement, I was lost in the view before me. There he was, shirtless, looking so goddamn hot and sexy, leaving me breathless.

Never in my life had I been this turned on. I wished I had armor to protect my innocence.

His back rested against the worktop. I watched him take off the water bottle's cover and drink it. He was more drunk than before, as he was disassembled.

Most of the liquid dripped down his skin, giving him a glistening view I never imagined.

I could see the way his abs twitched at the coldness of the water before they relaxed. His milky, warm beige skin was hard from many workouts at the gym, and his arms as he drank the water blasted out the muscles. His physique has got me drooling.

For strange reasons, I began to think that maybe I had been too harsh on him and that was the reason he was in this state.

He still wasn't aware of my presence, so I cleared my throat. When he saw me, he tried to hide his sober facial expression.

"Look who we have here, my lovely pretty step-sister," he slurred out.

I was amazed at the fact that he called me pretty but it was short-lived because he began to gloat.

"Can I tell you a story? There was once a boy, left by his mom with his father at a very young age. Until he became an adult, he never understood why she left. He grew up hating her, assuming that she must have left for selfish reasons. So, his hatred turned into possessiveness, dominance, and stupidity. He wanted to afflict the pain on others, but most especially on ladies, because that was the gender that he counted as unloyal. Now he is filled with vile, and he's a jerk.....

By the time he finished the story, a gasp escaped through my gaping lips. The young boy was him.

"It's your story," I let out the words slowly.

We were just inches away from each other, but I could still feel his breath on me. It was warm and rejuvenating. I wanted to relax at his husky voice.

I walked closer to him and my hands cupped his cheeks. "I'm sorry about what happened to you."

He hiccuped. "I don't need your apology. All I want is to do something crazy to you right now, Anna. You can deny it, but I know you want it too."

A crinkle was about to take over my face when he grabbed me by my waist and pulled me up.

My ass was now on the worktop, and within me, I was stunned at how my body reciprocated by locking my legs around his waist.

"We both know we can't resist this," his slurring, thick voice came again, and as expected, his lips slammed into mine.

We rotated in harmony. I had no hesitation in my heart. I wanted to allow the wants of my flesh to rhyme with his. We both yearned for this, and I wasn't thinking of the consequences.

My fingers slipped into his hair, I gripped them right before I pulled at them to give him a little sense of pain. I saw his lips widen with a smile.

The sensation was filled with hunger and a rage for more. He unlocked our lips and moved to my cleavage. His harsh kisses dropped on my neck, sucking on the skin, while his hands slid to my thighs, and my breathing hitched instantly.

My body jerked at his physical touch. He wasn't even close to my core yet.

His eyes met mine for a second before he whispered.

"Your body intoxicates me, Anna. You've got no idea how much I've been wanting this moment."

Through my teeth, I sucked in air. I want to believe that he was saying all this because he was drunk.

He didn't stop. "You're perfect. Your D-size boobs."

Fuck! How did he know the shape of my boobs?!

"That curvy waist of yours, I have always wanted to pin you against the bed and fuck you till you wet the whole bed for me then suck my cock with that tiny throat of yours."

While his words sank in, he bent his back so he could kiss my thighs. My core was a dam of water about to break and gush out many squirts.

I had never had one before, and never had I wanted to have one so badly. Within me, rushes of adrenaline spiked through, coursing all over my senses to dampen them.

My hands covered my face as my eyes rolled to the back. I wanted to stop, but I couldn't say the words.

He was working up on my thighs, using his fingers to touch my skin like a feather and shift my shorts until they revealed my pants.

A furrow was reeling to cluster on my face. My brain was telling my senses to start functioning normally. My body, however, wanted more, craved for more, and loosened up for more.

What was I doing?

"Let go of me!" I shouted and pushed him away from me. This made him lose his steps and land to the ground.

I expected him to try and stand up but he didn't. Instead, he closed his eyes, his lips shifting upwards.

"Good night," I muttered and left the room.