STEPBROTHER (R-18) novel Chapter 32

Scarlett's POV

Oliver narrows his eyes at you, but his silent warning is not cause for you to stop. You don't care hoe he feels. You're unscathed by his blatant anger. Jealousy is a wild beast raging inside of you.

"After what happened, I wasn't lest with the impression you were exclusively dating. In fact..."

You step forward, cupping your chin curiously as you bite your lip, and train sadistically playful eyes on him, hoping he can see the true fury lingering beneath. You giggle gently for emphasis.

"I even recall you saying it was the best you've ever had"

"Okay, enough"

Oliver moves forward, grabbing your wrist firmly. His eyes are swirling orbs of anguish as he hisses a command

"Let's go. Now."

He begins towing you off down the hall. You admire the way his muscles ripple in his shirt as he continues to lead you away. You feel your insides clenching, remembering your intimate moments with him in the car. Despite your own anger, you feel your body responding to his closeness, nipples hardening, panties becoming wet the longer he holds you in his grasp.

What the hell is the matter with me? He's an asshole, and my body still wants him!

"Oh, whats the matter, Ollie? Can dish it but cant take it?"

You're met with fuming silence as he brings you towards the vacant guy. His footsteps are heavy. Irate. You scoff, refusing to let his brooding silence intimidate you.

"Now you're bring quiet. How grown up of you... seems like your little girlfriend was about to stake her claim to you"

He halts near the guy doors. You're both obscured from those walking past in the hallway by the stairs. He moves close to you, hands clenched down at his sides.

"She's not my girlfriend"

You place your hands on your hips and shake your head. You've had enough of his bullshit and games. Hearing him lie once again is like a slap in your face. Your face twists into disgust.

"I didn't invite her"

"What?"

"Your parents did"

Why the hell would they invite her to my graduation?

You don't mask your confusion. Oliver drags his fingers through his hair, dishevelling it, but it only adds to his attractiveness. Your heart flutters in your chest wildly, as he shoots you a breathtaking smile and presses himself into you after stepping forward.

"You know, jealousy looks good on you"

"Fuck you"

"Mm, that smart mouth of yours"

"How about I show you exactly what this smart mouth can do?"

You place your hands on his neck, seductively gliding them around to cup his cheeks, before you pull them away and eye his pants. He reaches for your face, caressing your cheek with a gentle embrace.

Without waiting for his reply, you lower yourself to your knees, hands reaching for his pants. You expect him to pull you up, or push your hands away. Especially because any minute someone could come waltzing down the hall and catch you with his cock in your mouth but you're excited by that thought.

Let them catch me... I'll suck harder.

Instead of pulling away from you, he groans when you manage to unzip his pants, and free his bulging cock from his boxers. You eye it, yearning to taste him. To have his length stretch your cheeks while your tongue strokes him.

Just the thought of having him in my mouth has my panties soaked.

"We'll see if you remember Theresa by the end"