Only for Carter

Chapter 4 - Night I Want To Forget

WARNING INAPPROPRIATE SCENES AHEAD. NOT SUITABLE FOR 16 AND UNDER.

He's just sitting there, staring at me. I'M NAKED!!! Oh shit, oh shit, my wrists. Not only has he just seen me with nothing but a skimpy towel on, he is also going to see how fucked up I am. Do people just walk into each other's privacy like they own the place or something. Trying to avoid he's glooming brown eyes, but it seems almost impossible. He's staring me down like his prey.
"What are you doing in here?" I ask way to quietly.
"I did come here for something but DAMN girl you are one fine piece of meat." He looks me up and down, than licks his lips. I seriously want to vomit. Who does he think he is?
"Ummm excuse me, GET OUT!!!" I feel so humiliated. Why the fuck is he in here and why is he checking me out. He's my new step brother and it is straight up wrong to look at a sibling the way he just did. He's such a perv and I've known him for less than 5 hours.
"What if I don't want to? What if I would like to stay here and admire your  hot as fuck body? Girl the way the towel hugs your curves does some crazy shit to me." He says getting up, taking small steps towards me.  My heart beats the same pace as his foot steps. My words caught in my throat, unable to  come out. My feet weigh has heavy as stone unable to move. I stand there completely frozen. He stops right in front of me, his face inches away from my own. I can feel his hot minty breathe, fan against my left cheek. His lips inching towards my ear. His breathing tickling my ear.
"I want you." He whispers softly. While his right hand traces small circles on my hip. His fingers trail to my lower back and slowly find their way to my ass. He grabs and squeezes my ass. I go to scream but it comes out as a moan. I feel so grossed out, why is he doing this? Why can't I do anything?
"You feel this?" He pushes his hard member against my side. "This is what you do to me." He moans in my ear. He bits my earlobe and just walks away leaving me panting, confused and lonely once again.

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Pacing back in forth, still in my black skimpy towel. Still confused, still hurt. I ended up having another shower, but I still can not remove the feeling of his fingers against my skin.
A soft knock against my door gains my attention. Slowly making my way towards the door I realise the cuts on my arms are still visible, and the only one who knows about them, is mum. Carter thinks I stopped ages ago after what I did. He thinks I got help, he thinks I'm healed. But man is he wrong.
Cracking the door open, I find Karen quietly standing there waiting for me.
"Honey, you missed dinner. Is everything okay?" Who does she think she is, calling me honey.
"Yeah everything is good, just wasn't hungry." I don't think I could actually even touch food, not after what happened before.
"Oh, okay. I'll put some left overs in the fridge just in case you feel hungry later." I can tell she's trying, but I can't help the hatred I have against her.
"Ohhh...uhhh thank you." Not really knowing what to say.
"Everyone is heading off to bed now. So please feel free to explore. But I must ask if you could keep quite, this house seems to echo." She smiles than walks away. What is it with this family and leaving people confused.

Shutting the door, I walk straight to my suitcase and lay it down. Unzipping it, my clothes pile out. I did kind of over pack but it's not like I'm going to leave my clothes in Melbourne. Even though most of our shit is getting shipped over some time this week, I just can't stand to be ever with out an outfit. It's something I've grown into, mum always said never ever leave the house unprepared for anything, if it's hot out, take a jumper just in case. Melbourne is just unpredictable.
Pulling out my clothes, I sort them into piles. Taking my bras and panties, I walk into the walk in, and place them on the shelf unsure on where to put them in. I do the same to the rest of the clothes.
I drop my towel and pull on matching baby pink underwear. I grab one of my over sized hoodies and my long black and white spotty socks and put them on. Walking back out, into my room I find myself a hair tie and tie my hair up into a messy bun. I grab my phone and charger out of my handbag and plug it in. I look at my self in the mirror by the door and prepare myself for my search for anything exciting.
Opening my door, I poke my head out to find all lights off. Stepping out of my room and into the hallway, tiptoeing down the hall, making sure I make no sound, as I don't know what lays ahead if I do. As I near the stairs, I see a light flash through the front windows, which reflects on the back wall. Not sure if I should head down the stairs or discover what's in the right hand hallway.
I hear a bang downstairs and before I know it I'm halfway down the stairs, heading towards the noise. I turn right when I get to the bottom of the stairs. Something smashes against, what sounds like tiles. It makes me jump and stop in my path. Do I really want to find out what is making this noise, for all I know it could be a serial killer. But would I mind if it was?
I look around to find that I'm in the middle of a dining room, well not physically in the middle, because there is an dark wood, eight seater, dining table in the middle of the room. It's actually quite nice, maybe I should have came down for dinner.
Another bang comes from what am I guessing is the kitchen. It's behind this large Chinese looking door. Heart racing, I grab the handle and turn it. Opening the door fully I'm startled when I see a drunk Maddox staring at me.
"What are you doing?" I whisper hastily at him.
"I am looking for dinner, isn't it dinner time?" He half smirks at me while he slurs the rest of the his sentence. "I was gonna eat some steak, but white meat might be a better decision." He winks, stumbling towards me, his head hanging low, slightly tilted to the side. I back up, until I am pressed against the wall. His steps become bigger and he's in front of me within a second. He licks his lips and before I can even think about moving, his lips are against my own.

He grabs my waist and pulls me closer,  I don't know why I am, but I'm kissing him back. Full force, my hands are gripping his dark hair. He picks me up and my thighs wrap around his hard torso, making us even closer than we were before. His right hand has made its way under my panties squeezing my ass, while the other traces circles along my tail bone. Making my back arch, pushing my chest hard against his. Our lips break apart, letting us both breath. He nips my cheek, my jawline and down my neck. He bites, than sucks. He continues to torture me, over and over again, and it is killing me inside. He brings his lips back to mine and kisses me one last time, before he gently places me on the ground and leaves without a word.