Hard: A Step-Brother Romance by Sosie Frost Page B

sexcapades in front of me!
    Goddamn
it. He teased me with a promise of a night of blind, perfect, passionate sex to
mirror the amazing night we had before. Had I less willpower, morals, and a
hell of a lot more alcohol in me, who knew what might have happened!
    I
didn’t care how many centipedes he dispatched for me. He was a no good,
perverted, fiend who probably had a girl in every port. Now I was sure of it. He
wanted to get with me so he could humiliate me and take my family’s money.
Unbelievable.
    The
front door closed. I stormed into the kitchen. His dirty dishes cluttered
the sink, including a glass with a lipstick print on it.
    Gross.
    Zach
followed me. He should have crawled on his knees to apologize.
    “This
isn’t how it looks,” he said.
    I
turned, facing a man who thought only with his cock.  “Oh, so you didn’t invite Goldilocks over to my house?”
    “Our
house.”
    “Don’t
start.”
    “Look,
Gretchen is a close friend of mine. She was helping me with—”
    “Stop,”
I said. “I don’t need the details. I know exactly what she helped you with. The same thing I helped you with two weeks ago.”
    “Shay—”
    “You
know what?” I took a cleansing breath. “You’re a grown man. You’re entitled to
do whatever or whoever you like to do.”
    “Listen
to me—”
    “I
don’t care what you do, Zach. Drink the milk out of the carton. Invite over all
your friends . But you will stay out of my way.”
    “What
does that mean?”
    “It
means, from now on, we’re two separate people in this house. I’ll live my life,
and you’ll have yours. I’m done with you.” I shoved the dirty plate and two
glasses into his arms. “You can buy your own food, wash your own dishes, and keep
out of my rooms. I want nothing to do with you.”
    He
laughed. “You think you’re just going to…ignore me? We live together, Shay.”
    “No.
We share the same house. That’s it.”
    “The
least you can do is hear me out.”
    “Oh, now you want to talk?” I poked at his chest. “Where was that initiative
two weeks ago? We needed to have a very important conversation before you
decided to fuck your sister .”
    “For
Christ’s sake, you’re my step -sister.”
    “You’re
only after what doesn’t belong to you. And not just me. This house. The money.”
    He
had the audacity to get irritated. “The house and money are legally mine.”
    “Not
for long. Once you’re gone, I’ll be glad to get your ass-print off my
furniture.”
    I
left him with his dishes. He yelled after me.
    “So
you’re giving me the silent treatment?”
    That
was the plan.
    “It
won’t work, Shay.”
    Watch
me. I didn’t answer. He didn’t deserve it.
    He
chuckled from the kitchen, setting the plates back in the sink.
    Unwashed .
    “This
is going to be a fun game, Shay. Just you wait. You’ll break before I do.”
    Like
hell. Nothing else was going to break around here. Not my resolve. Not my
anger.
    And
not my heart…even if a tiny fragment already cracked.
    Used
and hurt.

 
     
     
     

     
     
     
     
    Sex
dreams didn’t count as incest…right?
    I
mean, people couldn’t control what they dreamed about. What flashed in my head
wouldn’t damn me forever as a perverted, reprehensible sex-fiend. It just meant
that the heart-pounding, muscle-rending, core-clenching visions were the result
of my subconscious—a part of my mind that was much more deviant than I realized.
    I
tried to avoid Zach, but three days of radio silence was hardly a punishment.
We still lived in the same space, and the mansion somehow shrunk to the size of
a walk-in closet. We bumped on the stairs. Brushed hands in the garage.
Accidentally blessed each other when we sneezed in the hall.
    Zach
grinned whenever he saw me, and I fell for the dimples every time.
    I
stayed away from him during the day. But at night?
    My
dream had us meeting in the garden, embracing under the roses, and committing
delicious sins right there in the dirt. It was where