Without warning, I reached down and gave her ass a hard smack.
"That's for spray painting my car," I said.
Her breath hitched, and she bit her lip, trying to suppress a smile. "You're such a caveman."
"Caveman? How about this?" I said, smacking her...
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Caleb's POV
The party was in full swing, but all I could focus on was Esmeralda. Watching her kiss an 18 year old boy had ignited something primal inside me, something I struggled to control. The way she pressed against him, the sheer confidence radiating off her—it was maddening. I couldn't shake the image of her lips, swollen from that kiss, as she turned away, laughing with her new friends.
I took a long swig from my drink, letting the burn of alcohol dull the edges of my thoughts. She was too young, too innocent, yet there she was, making out with my friend's younger brother like it was the most natural thing in the world. I was torn between the jealousy raging in my gut and the excitement of seeing her break free from her shell.
"Hey, man, you good?" Jason's voice broke through my thoughts as he slid up beside me, a smug grin plastered across his face.
"Fine," I muttered, my eyes still glued to Esme. She was surrounded by her new crew, laughing and chatting with a blondie, her smile bright and carefree.
"Pretty intense kiss, huh?" he teased, nudging my side.
"Shut the hell up," I snapped, my patience wearing thin.
"Can't help it if she's a hot little number," he laughed, taking another sip from his cup. "Just saying, you should act before someone else does."
I shot him a glare, the kind that promised death if he pushed me. "You know what? Back off, Jason. You have no idea what you're talking about."
But the truth was, I did. This whole situation was spiraling out of control. Esme was my step-sister, but damn if I could stop thinking about her. It was probably to urge to rebel and go against my father. The way her body moved, the little glances she shot my way when she thought no one was looking—they ignited a fire inside me that I couldn't ignore.
As the party continued, I noticed her slipping away from the group, her eyes scanning the room until they found me. She paused, biting her lip, that familiar spark of challenge dancing in her gaze.
"Caleb," she called out, sauntering toward me, her hips swaying with every step. The blue dress hugged her curves perfectly, accentuating every inch of her. My heart raced as she drew nearer, and I found myself leaning against the counter, trying to play it cool.
"What do you want?" I asked, feigning indifference, though my body betrayed me.
"Just wanted to see what you're up to," she said.
"Looks like you've been busy," I shot back, nodding toward Jason, who was now deep in conversation with another girl.
there was a glint of mischief in her eyes- the alcohol was getting to her
I stepped closer, closing the distance between us. "I don't get jealous, Esme. But I will say, you're playing a dangerous game."
She tilted her head, her expression daring. "Maybe I don't find it dangerous."
The air around us thickened with tension, and I could feel my resolve crumbling. "You don't know what you're asking for," I warned, my voice low and rough.
"Try me," she whispered, and it was like a challenge, a fire igniting in my chest.
I could see the spark in her eyes, that raw desire begging to be unleashed. My instincts roared to life, but I held back, torn between the need to protect her and the primal urge to claim her.
"Come on, let's go somewhere," I said suddenly, surprising even myself- the alcohol was definitely getting the best of me and I needed to know what she was really feeling, away from prying eyes.
She glanced back at her friends, hesitating. "What if they come looking for me?"
"Let them," I replied, grabbing her wrist gently but firmly. "Trust me. You'll want this."
I led her through the house, the sounds of laughter and music fading as we stepped into the dimly lit hallway. My heart hammered in my chest as I pulled her into a secluded room, closing the door behind us.
The room was filled with shadows, and the air felt charged with anticipation. I turned to her, and there she was—my step-sister, breathing heavily, her cheeks flushed and lips slightly parted.
"Caleb, what are you doing?" she asked, her voice a mix of excitement and uncertainty.
"What do you want me to do?" I asked, my voice dripping with need. I stepped closer, inching into her space, feeling her warmth radiate against me.
"I want..." she began, but the words faltered as I cupped her face in my hands, tilting her head back slightly.
"Just tell me what you want," I urged, my heart pounding in my ears.
Before she could respond, I closed the distance, capturing her lips with mine. It was a collision of heat and desperation, our mouths moving against each other with an urgency that felt like we'd both been waiting for this moment forever.
Her hands found their way to my hair, pulling me closer, and I deepened the kiss, our tongues dancing with a wild intensity. Every ounce of restraint I had melted away as I pressed her against the wall, my body fitting against hers like a puzzle piece.
"Caleb," she murmured against my lips, her breath hitching as I trailed kisses down her neck. "We shouldn't..."
"Why not?" I asked, nipping at her skin, feeling her shiver against me. "This is what we both want."
As I pressed against her, the reality of our situation rushed back in like a wave. She was my step-sister. The taboo of it only fueled the fire between us.
"Esme," I breathed, pulling back just enough to see her face, her eyes clouded with desire. "Tell me you want this. Tell me you want me."
"I need you, Caleb," she whispered, her voice thick with longing.
With that, I kissed her again, knowing we were crossing a line that could never be uncrossed.
