Resistance • l.h.

He paused, looking over at me and frowned, his beautiful face contorting into a sad grimace.

"Why did you resist me?"

I felt his hand reach out and stroke my cheek, and I had a hard time refusing the urge to lean into his gentle touch.

"I want answers," I demanded.

"About what?"

"Oh, I don't know," I spat quietly, "Maybe for starters, you can explain what the hell is going on. I mean, you're here trying to...touch me, and you're my freaking step-father! I mean, you've banged my mother before!"

I slowly watched the corners of his lips twist upward, until he had a smirk plastered across his face.

He leaned down, shrinking down to my petite height I highly despised, especially at times like these.

"Mmmm, angel," he hissed against my ear, it doesn't mean that she was the one I thought about."

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Mature rating. Don't read if you find it uncomfortable, etc.