5. Alexis
CHAPTER 5
Alexis
I stomp to the trunk of my stylish car, repeatedly telling myself that I’m only basking in the attention Evan showers on me because my mom ignores me. I wouldn’t be desperate for his attention if my Gram were still alive.
Maybe I have daddy issues that have never been addressed. My mom refuses to tell me anything about him. Perhaps it’s led to me basking in the attention of a hot, arrogant man.
One I’m going to be living with for the next fifteen weeks.
But I don’t want to dwell on that right now.
“Hey, Baby Sis,” Evan whispers, pulling me from my musings. His body is too close to mine, lighting my nerves on fire. I inhale, drowning in his warm amber cologne. It leaves me with the urge to turn around and bury my face in his chest.
Fire burns through my veins when I look at his arrogant, smug face. “Stop calling me that. And can you back the hell up?” I don’t look at him, knowing it’ll piss him off.
That’s the other thing that bothers me. He always wants my undivided attention.
“Is that what you really want, Lexi?” Evan presses his body against mine, his hardness stabbing my ass.
I can’t prevent the shiver that rolls through my body.
“You’re a liar.” His warm breath causes goosebumps to travel the length of my body. His tongue darts out, licking the shell of my ear, driving me insane.
But I can’t show the predator he’s making me weak. The viper will strike, poisoning me.
His voice is a seductive rumble. “You know why you don’t like me calling you baby sis? It’s inappropriate because of what you want me to do to you, bellissima.”
It’s taking everything I have inside me not to moan out loud. “Evan. Get off me.” I grind my teeth together, annoyed at my body’s response to him.
He chuckles, not budging an inch.
Focus on something else. Don’t show weakness. “Why the hell do you call me bellissima?” I snap.
“It means beautiful in Italian. Which you are. Undeniably so.”
Goddamn. Why does he have to say these things to me in a voice as smooth as whiskey?
He grinds against my ass, and I bite my lip before the traitorous moan nearly slips out of me. “That’s nice. Get the hell off me.”
“Hell, no. You feel too fucking good.” His hand slides lower, resting below my stomach and mere inches from my hungry pussy that hasn’t seen any action, other than my vibrator, since the high school tragedy that I don’t want to think about. Not now, and certainly not while Evan’s dry-humping me outside our apartment building for everyone to see.
“Stop it. Make yourself useful and help me unload my trunk.”
Evan’s deep chuckle sends goosebumps racing down my spine. He moves my hair to one side, baring my neck to him. His lips hover so close that his warm breaths feel like fire. “Oh, I’m being useful. Judging by your reaction to me, you’re extremely turned on. I bet your pussy hasn’t seen any action in weeks.”
I gasp, his unexpected words catching me off guard.
His dark laugh fills the woods around us, letting me know he’s called my bluff.
“Evan, please.” I try to squirm away from him, humiliation creeping beneath my skin.
What is he doing? He’s my stepbrother, for fuck’s sake. And why the hell am I not fighting him like a pissed off animal grappling for survival?
His hand slides down my shorts, cupping my pussy through my panties. “Oh, Bellissima. Your panties are damp. This wet pussy is begging to be touched.” His heavy pants tickle my ear, making me squirm. “Don’t worry. I’ll give you what you want. What you need .” His hand starts moving, expertly touching me.
Fuck, what is he doing to me? My nipples are so hard inside my bra they ache, and my pussy is doing a happy dance from the expert strokes of his fingers.
He probably fucks anyone attractive. Hell, he seems like the type that would fuck a snake if he could hold it still long enough.
“Evan, stop. I?—”
His other hand manages to slide beneath the hem of my shirt, fingers ghosting over my stomach and going straight to my breast. He pinches my nipple through the fabric of my bra, and I jolt.
He groans, the sound reverberating through my back as he keeps our bodies glued together. “Fuck, Lexi. Your tits are amazing. I’ll bet your bare pussy is even better.” His teeth sink into the side of my neck, and all reason flies out of my head.
We shouldn’t be doing this. It’s wrong.
Yet, what does my dumbass body do? It starts rolling against his hand that rubs my panty-clad pussy. My back arches, pushing my breast deeper into his other hand.
“Fuck. You’re like a goddamn drug. I’ll never get enough.”
His words drag me down to a forbidden place deep inside me. One who desperately craves a man’s touch, especially one who knows what he’s doing. Like Evan does.
I know it’s wrong on many levels, yet I spread my legs.
He hums his approval as he kisses my neck, slipping his hand inside my panties. I jerk when he touches my clit. The sensation is so good it makes me half insane from lust.
“Oh, yeah, Bellissima. You like that, don’t you?” He rubs the bundle of nerves in a circle, and all sense of morality flies out of my head.
“God, that feels so damn good.”
Evan chuckles, his teeth scraping over my neck before his tongue licks over the spot. His fingers never stop working their magic as he plays with my clit like an expert guitarist strums his instrument.
“There’s no God here, Lexi. Only me. And I’m better than any fake prophet in the sky supposedly watching everything you do. I promise you, unlike him , I watch everything you do.”
He shoves two fingers deep inside me while rubbing my clit, and I lose control of myself. I’m his toy to play with. I know I’ll hate myself later, but I can’t resist the allure of his magical hands.
“I’ll give you more pleasure than a deity in the sky ever will.” His other hand slides beneath the lace of my bra, teasing my nipple in the most delicious of ways.
“W-We shouldn’t,” I whisper, turning my head to look up at him.
Desire burns in his eyes, and it looks like he wants to kiss me, but he refrains. “Oh, but we should. This feels too fucking good not to indulge.”
The chemistry in the air around us is enough to make me turn to ashes.
My mouth is dry, and I swallow hard, forcing the words out. “What if we get caught?”
He glowers at me. “I’ll fuckin kill anyone who dares look at you right now. No fucking way will they live to see another day if they see what I see. The hunger on your beautiful face lighting up your eyes and making your skin glow.” The possessive look on his face is making me come undone. “That’s mine. Only mine to see.”
God, he’s unhinged in his possessiveness of me. Why the hell do I like it so much?
He fingers me faster, making my legs shake. He holds me captive with his gaze as his hands unleash the kind of pleasure I’ve only dreamed about but never experienced. I want to look to break the spell I’m under, but I can’t.
“Fuck, this pussy is so tight,” he growls, making me shiver. “I’m gonna fucking destroy you once you're naked beneath me. You’ll never want another man’s cock as long as you live.”
Sweet Jesus. His filthy words, combined with the way he expertly uses his hands, nearly drive me over the edge. Just a little more….
“Fuck,” he curses, pulling his hand from beneath my shirt and panties. I stand there, frozen against him, wondering why he stopped. Then he mutters, “Our parents are coming,” slamming me back to reality.
Now that he’s no longer touching me, his words break the spell he cast on me. I push him away, my lungs burning from my accelerated breathing. My face burns from embarrassment.
Running my hands through my long, dark hair, I turn to look at the road. The giant moving truck heads toward us, followed by my stepfather’s sleek, black car. Fear makes me nauseous as I whisper, “Do you think they saw us?”
“No, Lexi. They’re too far away.” He squeezes my arm, his gray eyes burning with something that looks oddly like concern.
“Are you sure? If Preston saw?—”
“ Alexis ,” he barks, drawing my attention back to him. “You need to calm down and act natural before they get here. I promise they didn’t see anything.” His eyes are full of confidence. “You’re fine. Now, breathe with me. In and out. Just like this.”
I follow his lead, staring into his smoky eyes, wondering why in the hell he’s helping me.
“Such a good fucking girl for listening to me.” His smile drags me back under his dark spell. “Panic attack avoided.” He gently grazes his knuckles over my cheek before turning toward my trunk and unloading my luggage.
When the hell did I open the trunk?
My question is answered when Evan shifts, and I see my key fob in his hand.
As I watch him, I’m mortified. I let my guard down, and my body took over. My brain became nonfunctional, and my stepbrother capitalized on it.
The moving truck pulls into the lot, followed by my stepfather and mom. My muscles tense as Preston gets out and strolls over to the movers. He moves like he owns the damn world.
Evan follows my gaze, frowning before he hurries over. Tension flows between them as they grapple for power. The poor moving guys look confused as their heads bounce back and forth between the two men.
My mom approaches Preston, putting her hand on his arm. I’m rooted to the spot, unsure what to do.
Ignore them, Lexi. Focus on moving in.
Heaving out a sigh, I grab the handles of the suitcases that Evan dropped, preparing to drag them inside.
Evan stalks over, the scent of his cologne mixing with his anger. “I’ve got it.” He snatches the handles before stacking two of my bags on the suitcases. His voice is sarcastic when he turns his head to me.“Wouldn’t want you to hurt yourself, Bellissima.” He strolls away, dragging my suitcases behind him.
I shiver from the coldness exuding from him, the passion I felt earlier long gone. What the hell did I do to warrant his attitude?