Forbidden Desires: Embraced By My Stepbrother
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Chapter 11 Meeting the Stepbrother img
Chapter 12 Knowing Eyes img
Chapter 13 You Don't Know That img
Chapter 14 Aaron Asher Coleman img
Chapter 15 Don't Be Too Humble img
Chapter 16 Double Entendre img
Chapter 17 Have You Met You img
Chapter 18 It is Just Business img
Chapter 19 That Night img
Chapter 20 After The One Night Stand img
Chapter 21 Give Him a Chance img
Chapter 22 About Synergy, Darling img
Chapter 23 Everybody is Keen img
Chapter 24 Quiet and Domi img
Chapter 25 Crossing a Boundary img
Chapter 26 First Relationship img
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Chapter 2 Scared You Might Like Me

Eva's POV

I chuckle at their reactions.

"Scared you might like me?" I taunt Aaron with a smirk.

He quickly recovers, taking a step back from invading my personal space, as if to protect himself from me.

"That's the spirit, Eva! That's what I'm talking about. Tell him who's in charge," Juliet loudly cheers in support beside me and I can't help the grin that splits my face.

Aaron's expression is a mixture of puzzlement and annoyance.

"I won't sleep with you, Anderson."

Juliet whoops and cheers beside me. Satisfaction and pleasure unfurls in my chest as a wide smile takes over my face, my eyes gleaming.

If Aaron is rattled enough to address me by my last name for the first time in ages then that means he's really put off by the idea of sleeping with me.

Does he really hate me that much?

Weirdly, the thought doesn't affect me like it had done mere seconds ago.

My mission for the night suddenly evolves as I climb down the stool, swaying my slender hips towards Aaron in what I hope is a seductive move.

My new mission for the night is to get Aaron Coleman to fuck me. We both dislike each other so it will be a smooth coupling. Neither of us will want to take it further or start to do it regularly with ourselves.

It will be a one time thing.

A one night stand.

When I come to his feet, I tilt my head up, smiling brightly. Good thing I'd gone all out with the make up, I can't imagine how alluring my red lipstick will be looking from his angle.

Aaron is over six foot while I'm five foot, ten inches, which is kind of tall for the average woman.

But still, with my height, he's towering over me, his gaze heated with an unnamed emotion.

"Don't be too chicken, Coleman," I address him by his own last name in a low, sultry whisper that flutters up to his ears because the DJ has just turned down the volume of the electro-disco music that's been blasting for the past hour.

Around us, the rest of the party goers fade into the background as we get lost in each other's eyes.

Something prickles my skin when the sudden realization that I've never been this close to Aaron hits me.

I've never looked into his eyes like this deeply before and most certainly have not been this close to him for long.

His eyes, they're an odd shade of blue. It's a like a mixture of sunny sky and a dark ocean at night.

When our kiss happened that drunken night in middle school, we'd been playing that game from the pits of hell; truth or dare.

Some hellion had dared me to kiss Aaron and so I did with reasonable distance between us.

Right now, this distance between us isn't reasonable. There's no space for a ruler to slide in, with my chest hitting his torso.

Aaron's eyes flame with something hot and needy and I swallow deeply, thinking that this might be a mistake.

But surely, it can't be. Aaron is a bed master, as the girls like to call him. I don't know what his history is like but I think it's safe to say that my first time should be with someone experienced.

The hatred he feels for me might encourage him to fuck me hard. I don't know if I'll be able to handle it but word says that the first time is usually painful and boring.

"Don't regret this, Tangerine," Aaron quietly says, his eyes still swimming with that hot, needy emotion.

My smile is shaky as I reply, "Trust me, I'll pretend it didn't happen."

Annoyance flickers in his eyes at my response and I start to feel like I'd said the wrong thing.

Is there anything wrong with my response? He told me not to regret it, which I don't plan on doing.

I've never harbored any feelings for Aaron and I'm confident that no matter how good he is in bed tonight, my stance won't change.

A warm hand snakes around my wrist, jolting me from ny thoughts. I glance down to find Aaron holding me.

Before I can say anything, he pulls me through the throng of our dancing classmates' bodies and away from the raucous bar.

Juliet's shouts of excitement are muffled by the loud music the DJ has turned up again.

We come out into the cool night as Aaron continues to drag me down the alley rather aggressively.

"Wait, slow down!" I say when I nearly stumble over my heels.

Aaron stops, his breath harsh and fast.

He doesn't turn to look at me but the edge in his voice, with his head bowed like that under a streetlight tells me that one more word from me means he's going to fuck me on the street without a care.

And it occurs to me that it's not because he wants me or because he's "easy."

But he's breathing that hard and talking with an unrestrained edge to his voice because he hates me and wants to teach me a lesson. With his cock.

"You've set the bomb, Tangerine and it's exploded. There's no going back now," he says darkly and then pulls me to his chest, lifting me up into his arms.

            
            

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