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Lila's POV
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The next evening I stayed upstairs as long as I could. I heard Kai's truck pull in around eight. The engine cut off and the front door slammed hard enough to shake the walls. I kept my door shut and tried to focus on my laptop. My assignment still sat open from yesterday. The words blurred on the screen. I gave up after ten minutes and went downstairs for a glass of water.
He stood in the living room by the windows. His hockey bag lay dumped on the floor. Blood ran down his cheek from a cut above his eye. His knuckles were split open. He yanked his jersey over his head and threw it on the couch. Lightning lit up the sky outside. Thunder rolled across the lake a second later.
I tried to slip back into the kitchen without him noticing. No chance.
"Stay out of my way tonight," I said.
He blocked the doorway before I took two steps. "Too late for that."
The lights flickered once. Then everything went black. The power died with a pop. The only light came from the storm flashes through the big windows. Rain hammered the glass.
Kai stepped closer. I backed up until my legs hit the couch.
"You have been hiding from me all day," he said.
"I have nothing to say."
He laughed once. It sounded rough. "After last night you think you can just hide?"
His hand caught my chin. His thumb pressed over the mark he left on my neck yesterday. His skin felt hot. He smelled like sweat and the cold rink. Lightning flashed again and I saw the look in his eyes. Wild. Hungry.
I pulled away. He grabbed my wrist and yanked me against him. His mouth came down hard on mine. I tasted blood from his cut lip. I shoved at his chest. My hands grabbed his shirt instead. He pushed me back onto the couch. The leather felt cool under my back. His weight pinned me there.
I bit his lip. He groaned and kissed me harder. His tongue pushed into my mouth. I kissed him back. I hated how much I wanted it. His hands moved fast. He ripped my shirt up and over my head. Buttons popped off and scattered. He shoved my shorts down my legs in one rough pull. I kicked them away. I yanked at his belt. He helped me shove his pants down just far enough.
He was hard. He did not wait. He thrust into me in one move. I gasped at the stretch. He did not go slow. He took me hard. Each thrust made the couch slide on the floor. Thunder crashed outside and drowned out the sounds I made.
"I have watched you," he said against my ear. His voice came out low and rough. "Every night on those cameras. I saw you touch yourself and think about me. Now it is my turn."
I dug my nails into his back. He hissed but kept moving. His hand wrapped around my throat. Not tight enough to hurt. Just enough to hold me right where he wanted me. He drove deeper. My body tightened around him. I felt every inch.
"Say you are mine," he ordered.
I kept my mouth shut. He slammed into me again.
"Say it, Lila."
"I am yours," I got out.
He kissed me again. This time it felt almost desperate. His body tensed. He came hard, pushing deep inside me. The wave hit me right after. I clenched around him and let it take me. Stars burst behind my eyes. I held onto his shoulders like I might fall apart.
We stayed tangled there on the couch. Our breathing filled the dark room. The storm kept raging. Rain beat against the windows. My mind started to clear. I had let him fuck me on the couch in our parents' house. My stepbrother. I had said the words he wanted. I had meant them in the moment. Now the reality settled in my chest. This was real. Deep. The way he still held me felt terrifying. And I wanted more of it.
He traced the fresh marks on my throat with his fingers. His touch stayed gentle for once. His voice came out dark against my ear.
"This changes nothing, little sister. You are mine now. Every inch of you. But if you think you can run after this. Tell me, Lila. How far do you really think you will get before I drag you back?"