18. Kolson
Thursday
“Tank said she left about fifteen minutes ago,” Isaac says, moving into the kitchen with his regular bored-ass look, but I know better. He can pretend all he wants, but he’s anything but bored with our dear sister.
It’s not like him to take an interest in a woman, or anyone, really.
We stand around waiting for what only feels like a few minutes before I hear the knob turn, and in walks the bane of my existence, the reason I’m getting less sleep than ever and my cock is hard right now simply thinking of disciplining her.
That’s a lie. I’m hard more often than not with her around or just thinking of her, but I blame that one on my lack of women lately.
I’ve been too busy, and most of that is her fucking fault.
She’s quick, so quick that she almost slips through my fingers, but I catch her off guard. She clearly didn’t expect us, which is just as well; she wouldn’t have come if she had.
Her hair is tucked under a cap that’s pulled low over her face, and she’s drowning that lethal body in a huge sweater and sweatpants, but I know what she looks like beneath it.
The sight of her in a towel, one of the first nights she spent in the house, is burned into my fucking brain. Why she hides is beyond me, but I have a few ideas; none of them are good.
Yet as my fingers tangle up in her hair and I force her against the wall, her ass and back pressing against me as she thrashes around, the only thought I have is how good it would feel to sink into her pussy.
“And what do you think you're doing, darling sister?”
She struggles, pushing off the wall and growling like a damn animal, but I’m bigger and stronger.
She’s not going anywhere.
“I know you’re not thinking of leaving, right?” I lean in, letting her feel exactly what she’s doing to me. She stills immediately, and I can’t stop the smile that curls my lips. “You’re a DuPont now, dear.”
“I’ll never be a DuPont,” she hisses with so much venom as if it’s a dirty word. I tug her hair, craning her head back until she’s forced to look up at me.
The fire in her eyes is delicious, but the fear—fuck, my cock jerks—and whether she wants it to or not, I see the way her pupils blow wide as her body reacts.
“We’ll see about that now, won’t we?”
Her cap falls to the ground as I use her hair to guide her further into the house before I shove her forward, missing the feel of her against me the second she’s gone.
Her hair is long, almost down to her ass, and soft and so easy to imagine wrapped around my fist.
“Look around. That’s what you wanted, isn’t it?”
She doesn’t move from the spot, though her head moves around on a swivel. Smart girl.
“How did you know I was…” she cuts herself off as Isaac comes down the stairs, understanding lighting her eyes.
Isaac was part of it; his cameras around the house let us know what she does when she thinks she’s safe from the world, but Tank is really to blame, not that she knows about him.
She will, though; she’s going to know him very well when he beats her within an inch of her life at the fight next weekend.
The thought pisses me off and makes my cock throb at the same time.
On the one hand, I want to see her learn a lesson, but the idea of another man putting his hands on her…
I feel my anger rise and push the thought away.
“Very good, yes, Isaac is fantastic at watching. We all have our things, don’t we?”
“So you just wave some money around, and people let you do whatever you want?” Her words drip with disgust and a hint of disbelief.
I can’t say I blame her; even I’m amazed at how easily people can be bought sometimes, and I grew up like this.
I imagine for a girl like her, it would be nearly unimaginable.
If only she really understood.
I can’t help but laugh.
“Yes, that would work, but that's not what this is. You’ll find we have much more than money. Power works even better. And fear…” I trail off, letting her mind take that as she will. She’s a smart girl after all.
Her face screws up, and her eyes flick back to Isaac, who now stands a few feet behind her. Again, I see that delicious flash of panic in her eyes that makes me want to hold her down and…
“Don’t get comfortable. You won’t be staying.”
Her eyes snap back to me, where they belong, and narrow, but she keeps her mouth closed.
That won’t do, though, will it?
Jace told Isaac that our dear sister has claws, and judging by that gash in his thigh, I believe him, but I’d be lying if I said I didn’t want to see them.
I hold her gaze for a moment longer before I nod Isaac toward the door. He moves around her, getting much closer than is usual for him, but she doesn’t so much as flinch, and I wonder if perhaps I’ve been missing something.
“And don’t bother trying anywhere else. I’ve taken the liberty of ensuring nobody will rent to you in a fifty-mile radius of your precious school.”
With him out the door, I move to follow, though I want to do anything but.
I pause in the doorway, feeling her eyes attempt to burn a hole in the back of my head. I turn to find that her earlier annoyance is quickly turning into anger.
Good.
“Oh, and one last thing, in case that’s not enough of a deterrent. The next apartment you go to look at, I'll burn down, with everyone in it.”
I fucking mean it too, and I know she sees the truth of my words in my eyes before I turn away, letting the door fall closed behind me.
Her scream of frustration is like music to my ears as I walk back to the car with a smile on my face that I can’t manage to shake, no matter how I try.
Our dear sister will learn her place, and soon she will see it’s beneath me.