Total pages in book: 80
Estimated words: 80643 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 403(@200wpm)___ 323(@250wpm)___ 269(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 80643 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 403(@200wpm)___ 323(@250wpm)___ 269(@300wpm)
“A stepbrother isn’t a brother,” he says. “We aren’t family. Get the fuck out. I’ll go to the front desk and get another room, but at least let me shower first.”
“You going to be a brat like this all summer at Crimson?”
He flips me off before finally stepping into the shower and closing the glass door. As he starts to shower, I catch a whiff of some typically masculine shower gel that I should hate, but I don’t.
“Stay away from me this summer. Invade my personal space and you’re going to get fucked up.”
“What are you going to do, threaten me with your rich mafia frat friends?”
Noah’s a member of Onyx Society, one of the three elite secret societies on the Crimson College campus.
I have no reverence for those glorified fraternities and sororities.
They’re tossing me an empty room in Onyx House for the summer, but other than some killer old-school architecture, I couldn’t give a damn about it.
I’ve heard that certain members have ties to mafia families, though, and I’m not sure how deep that goes.
There’s no shot Noah’s involved with any of that. Mafia crime and Noah Vancliff may as well be under the dictionary definition of “polar opposites.”
“If you threaten me first? Yeah. Maybe,” Noah says, bluffing his fucking ass off. “It’s bad enough that we have to be on vacations together. Stay the hell out of my life at Crimson.”
“You’re so annoying. But I’m sure you’re aware of that.”
“Promise me you’ll stay out of my way.”
“Noah, what is this, kindergarten?”
“Just promise me,” he says in a whine that grinds on my fucking nerves but also traitorously makes my cock throb again.
For God’s sake. The rivalry between me and my own cock might be the biggest one I have, because I’ll never understand why it would turn me on to hear Noah’s voice going ragged like that. I can only blame Mother Nature.
I need to fuck someone.
“Not doing that.”
“Promise me,” he repeats.
I step over and yank open the shower door, looking at his soaked body and the way his dark hair is hanging around his face.
“No,” I tell him, point blank. “I’m not promising you shit, you spoiled prick. I know you’re used to getting whatever you want, but you’re not going to with me.”
We hang in tense silence for a moment.
The rushing sound of the shower suddenly seems deafening.
Tick…
Tick…
Boom.
I see it coming before it happens.
Noah lunges forward at me, gripping the back of my head and slamming it against the glass of the shower door.
The glass doesn’t break, doesn’t come close to even cracking. But pain blooms out in the area at the back of my skull and I pull in a sharp breath, wincing.
And then I smile.
Because I got to him.
Noah’s fingers are still dug deep into my hair. I lean forward and immediately he yanks hard at the back of my hair, tugging at it.
“Fuck you,” he says through his teeth.
“I only let people pull my hair when we’re fucking,” I say quietly. “So bend over or get your goddamn hand off of me.”
A tendril of anger curls its way through my chest, mixing with the potent arousal he’s eliciting from my cock.
I move faster than Noah did.
I reach up and clasp my palm around his throat in a split second, pushing him back further into the shower, up against the tile wall.
He gasps under my touch, then lifts an eyebrow.
“Is that all you’ve got?” he asks.
So I do it harder.
There.
His eyes go wide, and they’re beautiful from this close, flecks of darker cobalt all through the deep blue of his irises.
His neck is warm, and it turns out that my hand is the perfect size to cup him just below his jaw.
I increase the pressure around his neck as he grips harder on my hair, retaliating.
Do it, Noah.
Try to hurt me.
I’m choking him just enough that he’ll feel it.
It won’t leave a mark.
Won’t even hurt him.
I feel each beat of his pulse, though, and his Adam’s apple bobs beneath my hand as he swallows, his gaze darting across my face.
“Noah, next time you’re in my room unannounced, I’m going to make you watch me get off, instead,” I tell him. He tries to protest. “I’ll keep my hand on your throat just like this. And when I come, you’ll lick every inch of my cock clean, and swallow my cum like it’s a gift. Understand? That’s a pinky fucking promise.”
He finally releases my hair.
I let him go gently a moment later, trailing my hand lower to give his nipple a pinch. He leans against the shower wall, taking a breath.
Then I close the shower door.
Noah calls after me, going on and on about you’re going to pay for that, and I hate your ass, and you’re such a crazy fucking freak.
But he started it.
Nobody slams my head against glass and doesn’t face consequences for it, and Noah Vancliff is no exception.