A muscle jumped in his jaw.
“Stop.”
I didn’t. I was already too far gone, too needy, too angry at the world and at the woman upstairs who had spent my entire life trying to make me feel small.
“I used to lie in that guest room and imagine you walking in. Pushing my legs open. Telling me to be quiet so she wouldn’t hear while you f****d me raw. I used to come so hard thinking about your c**k I had to bite the pillow.”
“Jesus Christ, Ariana.” His voice was strained. He looked away, then back, like he couldn’t help it. His gaze dropped for half a second to where the hoodie had ridden up, to the bare skin of my inner thighs. I saw the exact moment he realized I wasn’t wearing anything underneath.
His nostrils flared.
“You’re my stepdaughter.”
“Not for much longer.” I leaned closer. Our
