Intense by C.M. Steele

Chapter Four

Amelia

I can barely make it to the kitchen when I let out a giggle. I don't know why. Maybe he's right. I'm still a child because I touched his penis on purpose. The man wasn't fooled. I spent the night aching for relief and riding my pillow and hand so much that I think rubbed my pussy raw. I want him to fuck me like he threatens. I think he’s trying to scare me away, but it has the opposite effect. I’m a squishy mess.

I knew exactly what I was doing when I stormed into his room uninvited. I hoped to get a glimpse, maybe just a little peek—after all, he got a bit of me last night. I never expected to get a full show. Full is an understatement. He’s huge. When he put my hand on it, I intentionally gave it a good squeeze. He wants to scare me away, but I'm not sure he can. I might not be as experienced as he prefers, but I'm suddenly an eager learner if he'll be my teacher. I think I’m suddenly into jerks.

I get the morning coffee started and then lean on the sink. My phone pings with a notification. It's from Jake. Did you enjoy your evening?

Weird. I text back. I suppose so. I went to bed early.

If that's what you call it. Okay. Double weird.

What's that supposed to mean Jake?

Your new brother showed me what you were busy doing. Fucking slut.

He took my phone from me because he's an asshole. I guess he's not the only one. Lose my number.

Nope. I don’t like jerks. Roman must be the exception.

I toss my phone on the counter and then think about it. I pull up my video chat and replay it. "Oh my God." I take a screenshot. That sexy asshole. I bet Roman has no idea that I record all my video chats. I don’t take people at their word either.

Roman takes that perfect moment to come into the room. "Already messaging your boyfriend?" If I didn’t know better, I’d say he’s jealous.

"Yes. Not that it's any of your business. I already clarified the whole ‘you answering my phone in a towel.’"

"Pity. He's a pussy. He should have said something to me about it. Maybe challenged me." He smirks as he pulls out a coffee cup and pours himself some. What a smug prick.

I grab my own cup and snarl at him.

"You're much bigger than him, and we know you're a prick."

"So testy. I'll be out of your way soon. I'm stopping by the hospital before heading to the airport."

"I need to go there soon as well."

"Do you need a ride?" he asks before taking a long drink of his black coffee.

"Being nice now?" I was planning on calling an Uber.

"I figured I could offer a ride since you gave my cock a good squeeze."

"Are you always a pervert?" I ask as I blatantly ogle his throat as he drinks the rest of his coffee.

"Have you washed your hand yet?"

"Asshole."

He lets out a deep chuckle that shoots straight to my pussy. My face visibly reddens as I slam my thighs together.  He crosses the island and crowds my space. "What did I say about that mouth of yours?" Fuck. I’m so turned on.

"That I'm old enough to do and say what I want." I continue to poke the bear.

"No." He cups my ass, giving it a firm squeeze before yanking down my yoga pants. I gasp, but don't tell him to stop because I don’t want to. Does that make me weak or slutty? I don’t know and sure as hell don’t care. Roman gives me a second to refuse. When I don't, he pushes my upper body down on the counter and slaps my ass. "You gonna be a good girl now?"

"I'm a woman,” I argue, wanting him to keep up the dirty talk.

"Not yet." His voice deepens huskily. His fingers dip lower, grazing my sticky mess. He pulls them back and then I hear the clear sound of them in his mouth. With his other hand pressed firmly on my back, I feel the next spank with his wet digits.

“Roman,” I whimper. I don’t know what I need, but I know he can give it to me.

“Yes, little girl?” he asks, leaning down just next to my ear so I can feel the vibrations of his words.

“This is wrong. I don’t like you, but…” I lie. I’ve obsessed about this man long before he knew I existed.

“You want to come, don’t you?” he growls, biting down on my shoulder.

“Yes.”

“I don’t know if I should let you. After all, you’re my stepsister. I really should stop touching you.” There’s the asshole.

“Don’t be an asshole.” I feel the head of his cock slip between my legs. I should be telling him to stop.

“Don’t tempt me to take you hard and rough right here. Now ride my length. Come on it, but don’t let it slip inside. I’m not ready to breed you, Princess.”

“Shit,” I moan, grabbing the edge of the counter as he rubs it back and forth. “Roman.” I work my ass back on him, trying to get more.

He grips my hair around his fist. “That’s it. Rock those hips and come.” I do. I clench down and come all over his thick length, and then I hear him grunt. “Such a little bad girl. You made me come on your panties.” He pulls back and fixes his pants as I lean on the counter, attempting to catch my breath. Suddenly, he pushes my panties back into place, lifting my yoga pants as well. With a spank, he walks right out of the room.

“I’ll be waiting in the car,” he calls out. “Don’t change.” I wasn’t planning on it. Fuck, that was so damn hot. I’m still catching my breath. The bossy bastard wants me to smell like him. Marked me. Could he want more? No. He’s probably just a territorial prick.

I get in the car two minutes later, and he’s on the phone. “Inga, tell Grizelda to expect me.”

Who the fuck are Inga and Grizelda? This playing piece of shit. I don’t bother asking because it’s none of my business.

“I’ve got to go.” He ends the call that I know he wanted me to hear. I was just a willing body, and I was more than willing. That’s fine, because that’s all he is to me. An itch I wanted to scratch; someone to learn from.

“Any time today, Roman,” I utter, repeating his words from last night to me.

“You’re fucking mouthy again.” There’s that sexy voice, but it’s not going to work this time because I have to hold my ground.

“Yes, but what you got is all you’ll get from me. I was horny.”

“That’s cool, Princess. I got what I needed.” He backs out of the driveway and then turns onto the road without another word. His sunglasses are covering his eyes so I can’t tell what he’s thinking, but it’s cool. I take out my phone and check my schedule for the upcoming semester. It’s so close that I’ve been nervous up until Roman arrived.

I read the email that does my heart good. My favorite organization is throwing a fundraiser. I don’t tell the jerk next to me because he wouldn’t care, but I’m happy either way. My life is so much more different than he presumes, but I’ll let him roll with those preconceived notions.

His phone rings as we get closer to the hospital. By the second ring, he answers the Bluetooth headset in his ear that I somehow missed him slip in. “Yes. Okay. I don’t care what she has to say. Do it, or you’re fired. Just do it.” He tosses the earpiece out of his ear onto the dashboard.

“What’s up your ass?” I question. You’d think coming would have made him happy.

“Princess, don’t start unless you plan to spend the rest of the ride with your face in my lap.”

“Wow. You’re so charming. I don’t know how anyone can refuse you.” We come to a red light two blocks from the hospital, and I hop out into traffic.

“What the fuck?” he barks out.

“I’ll walk the rest of the way. See you next holiday or something.” I just have to get away from him. He takes the next light and pulls into the parking lot for the hospital. I’m sure I’ve pissed him off enough that he’ll keep his distance. God knows that if he doesn’t, I’ll give in like the dirty little secret I’ve made myself.

He has a lover or two in New York, and I can’t get that out of my head. I walk past him as he moves quickly through the lot. He doesn’t say anything. “I need to have a word with my father first, and then you can go in there. I won’t be long.” So we’re back to dismissal.

“Yes, you’ve proven you’re quick.” I snark.

“I’m going to miss that smart mouth of yours,” he scoffs and then steps off the elevator, and his sarcasm hurts.

My mother’s in the room with my new stepfather, and they see us together with a smile on their faces.

“I’m surprised you two made it here without killing each other,” my stepfather says.

“It was a close one. I’m going to grab a coffee. Mom, do you want to come with me?”

She can see that I’m upset, but that’s because she knows me well. “Sure.” She looks between us apprehensively. “Roman just needs a moment alone with his dad.”

“Oh, okay.” We go down to the coffee station and she asks, “Is that it?”

“Yes. Why?”

“Because tension’s radiating off you both. Did you two fight?”

“Well, you know how it is. He suddenly feels the need to tell me what to do like he’s really my brother.” Not exactly like a brother, but I’ll stick with that story.

“Yes, his father did ask him to look after you.”

“Did he?” Great.

“Yes.”

“I am an adult,” I remind her.

“I know, but we worry about you.” Then they should keep my sexy stepbrother away from me.

“The jerk took my phone from me last night because I wasn’t paying attention to where I was going.”

“That’s a smart thing to do. Did you hurt yourself?”

“No, I ran into the back of him. I guess his highness doesn’t like to get bumped.”

“Well, please be good until he goes back to New York. I don’t want your stepdad upset. He loves Roman very much.”

“I’m not sure why,” I scoff.

My mother just rolls her eyes and throws her arm over my shoulder and whispers, “Because you love your children so unconditionally, even if the other parent pits the child against them.”

“Is that what happened?” I don’t know his full story, but I’m dying to learn why he is the way he is.

“Something like that, but that’s not my business to share.”

“Well, that doesn’t give him the right to be an asshole to everyone.”

“You’re right, Amelia.” I nearly jump out of my skin when he pops his head into the small vending room. “I’m sorry. I’ll see you both next week.” He walks away without another look. He’s sorry? He’s not supposed to tell me he’s sorry. The lousy prick.

“Oh goodness. He heard us,” she whispers.

“Oh well.”

“You really don’t like him, do you?”

“He’s an arrogant prick who tried to keep me away from Jake,” I complain, knowing damn well that’s not why I’m pissed in the least. Grizelda is why I’m pissed. Inga’s why I’m pissed.

“I’m sure he was just trying to make his father happy.”

“Speaking of, I better go say hi.” We walk over to the room and make small talk, while in the back of my mind I’m planning all the ways to piss Roman off.