Afterthought

"Open the door! I won't repeat ava OPEN THE DAMN DOOR" He shouted. I was panicking what should I do call police? No No, I can't.

A thud, if he punches the door once more it will break. I picked up the lamp from night stand and did the stupidest thing, opened the door. His eyes were raging he moved closer, I took a step back, pointing the lamp at him.

"It's cute how you think a lamp or a door might protect you from me. Now Strip."

I think I heard him wrong. I looked at him, confused. He came closer I thought He was going to push me, what I didn't expect was to him to grab me by back of my neck and kiss me. His hands moved down to my waist and pulled me impossibly closer. His lips were soft, consuming me. His tongue moved asking to open my mouth. I struggled against his hold, but his grip was storng. This was so wrong. Whatever is happening right now is so wrong, but why it feels so right.

'I was 17 when I first saw him sitting at the edge of rooftop. Looking like a devil, haunting his next prey. When his cold eyes met mine, I knew this winter I might not be able to survive.'

He is my stepbrother who I had no idea existed. When my mom passed, my custody was given to a total stranger who has a unavoidable handsome son. Whose next victim is me.

She was everything I hated beautiful, naive and hot. When she first looked at me I thought I wouldn't survive the weight of her eyes. I should hate her because she not only inserted herself in my life but also took my breath away. I should avoid her but I can't. I should look away but can't. So I did what I could do best to run her away, I made her life so damn hard, bullying her was just a start, in school and house She is mine to break.
What I didn't expect was her to be already so broken. But she fought with me whatever she had. She was addictive, tempting and so breakable.