Total pages in book: 116
Estimated words: 108721 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 544(@200wpm)___ 435(@250wpm)___ 362(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 108721 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 544(@200wpm)___ 435(@250wpm)___ 362(@300wpm)
If I wanted to, I could have her. I could fuck her any way I want, however I want, even if she said no and begged me not to. She belongs to me, after all. I pride myself on control, though, being in control and maintaining it. Giving in to those impulsive desires would be the same as letting her win, and I refuse to let her break me down to that level of baser instinct. Plus, nothing good comes from making choices with your dick. My aunt/stepmother, Tanya, is proof of that on my uncle’s part.
When she doesn’t immediately start moving, I clap my hands, and she jumps, startled by the sound. “Move it!” I taunt. She springs into action, scurrying from the room.
I return my focus to Tanya, un-beloved auntie, adopted mommy, stepmother. Mother is a generous term for a woman who didn’t do anything to actually raise me; nor did she give birth to me. It was my uncle, Mitchell Arturo, whom I consider my adopted father, who raised me. Not my grandfather, who took credit for turning me into a brutal, sadistic asshole, and definitely not this bitch who thinks she can have what’s mine.
My family is beyond fucked up. Just the thought of it makes my head hurt, but Tanya’s presence is a constant reminder of all that I try to forget. My mother, who I reconnected with before her untimely death mere months earlier, had an affair after giving birth to me that resulted in the birth of my sister, Bel. Since my biological father was psychotic and abusive, among other amazing attributes, my mother wanted to leave him. She struck a deal with my grandfather, her own father, where she signed over her rights to me, giving him guardianship and allowing him to raise me, and he allowed her to leave, free to live her life as she saw fit. I guess that’s what she wanted, since that’s what she did, without a single penny to her name.
I’m past the point of hating her for it. In fact, part of me respects her for it. I can understand her desire to escape this place and these people and live a different sort of existence—even if it meant leaving me behind.
I can understand, because I’m living the nightmare she managed to escape right now.
Which brings me back to the present situation.
“What do you want, Tanya?”
Her smile widens, her lips shining in the afternoon light that beams through the windows on the far side of the room. I usually keep the curtains drawn, as it’s far more fitting for my mood, but someone must have left them open after cleaning.
“No ‘hello,’ or ‘how are you?’” She bats her long lashes at me. “I’m actually a little hurt that you don’t want to know how I’m doing. Meanwhile, you’re seducing one of the employees in your bedroom. Really, Sebastian. What on earth were you thinking? Can you imagine the scandal? Please, tell me, why did she have her shirt off?” There’s a hint of suspicion in her question and tone.
“It’s none of your fucking business; now get out,” I snap but immediately regret it.
Her eyes flash with murderous rage, and she closes the distance between us in remarkable time, given her four-inch stiletto heels. Honestly, I should anticipate her attack. I’m not sure why I don’t. Her fingers ghost against the flesh of my cheek, and I flinch.
It’s a small movement, inconspicuous unless you’re looking for it, but it’s all the victory she needs. Sinking her fingers into my skin a little deeper, she gently drags her nails down the side of my face. To the casual observer, it would look like a caress. A motherly one. Only we know otherwise.
“Watch your tone when you speak to me, Sebastian. You might be the big bad overseer of the family, but everyone has a weakness if you dig deep enough. Don’t make me expose yours.”
“I don’t have any weaknesses,” I growl.
“Oh really?” She cocks her head to the side. “Bel isn’t a weakness? What about the little maid?”
“Elyse is nothing to you, and neither is Bel. I won’t warn you again, Tanya. If you fuck with me, I will fuck you back, and it won’t end how you want it to.”
“Are you flirting with me?” There’s a hint of humor in her voice.
Of course she thinks this is a fucking game. Everything is a game to her.
No matter what, she'll never win against me again. With Bel in the picture, I have something to live for, something to fight for, and I won’t let Tanya’s bitterness bleed off into her. Bel’s an innocent, and I refuse to let the dirty dealings of this family touch her.
“Only you would think this is a game.”
“Isn’t it?” She leans into my face, her lips curling in a smile. “It’s been so long since we played, Sebby. Why don’t you bend me over the desk and teach me a lesson?”