to be rude, but the moment he brings my hand up to his mouth, heat coils in my stomach. His lips touch my knuckles, and sparks shoot through every inch of my body, from the top of my head to the tips of my toes. The pulse that was so boldly thrumming between my legs earlier is set alight by his touch. “It’s a pleasure.”
“It is.”
Really?
That’s all I can manage!
4
Damien
I make her nervous. It’s alluring. She pulls her hand away as if my touch burned her, and I wonder if she’s thinking about what happened in the greenhouse. One thing I know for sure is that she won’t be telling anyone what happened in there because she’s feeling embarrassed for watching, but most of all, she’s feeling guilty for enjoying it.
“It’s good to finally meet you, Nesrin,” I tell her, which only makes her cheeks darken, as she watches me. I’ve been around plenty of women and girls who fall to their knees for me or would like to, but nobody has ever captured my attention like this.
“Yeah, same,” she responds, once more, and I realize that my father has just ensured a month of fun and games for me. Granted, she is my stepsister now, and I know I can’t do much about it or he’ll probably cut my dick off, but I can certainly toy with her to my heart’s content.
“I trust you’ll look after my little girl while me and your father are gone,” Marcia Ellington says, but I don’t answer her. She’s one of those fake beauties. Everything about her is plastic, even her heart. And I know I’ll make my father see the truth, one way or another. Perhaps I can use the little rose in front of me to do it.
I’m going to kick Cassian’s ass if he allows Finn to go anywhere near her because my youngest brother is a loose cannon when it comes to pretty girls. But I can see why he would go there. She’s sweet and innocent, but far too young for me, even though I’d have her on her back in a few hours, if I really wanted to.
Even in her sweet innocence, there’s more to her, I can tell just from her reaction to my touch. Beautiful, appealing, but even with all that shiny veneer, there’s something broken about her. As if her petals could easily tumble to the ground, one by one. Wilting under the bright spotlights of fame that come with her mother’s career.
She pins me with her hazel eyes, and I can’t help but read through the glare to find something far darker than I anticipated hiding there. Something I would certainly love to uncover.
“Well, then it seems I’ll have a full car on the way back,” I tell Marcia with a sincere smile. I can’t wait to see what she makes of life in Thorne Haven.
“You will.” Marcia grins happily, swaying on her five-inch heels. I’m sure she’s had far too much of the sparkling gold bubbly already. My father should cut her off, but knowing him, he probably prefers her like this.
I don’t know her well enough yet, but I have a feeling once she’s living in Thorne Manor, I’ll be moving out. I doubt Dad will mind; he seems happy enough with his new bride.
“Can I talk to you?” Marcia whispers to her sister, but we all hear it. I can read the animosity between them as if it were a page in a well-known book. I’ve lived around bullshit like that for so long it’s become second nature to pick up on it the moment I walk into a room.
Soon enough, the sisters are gone, and I’m left with Nesrin. She looks like a deer caught in headlights when she looks up at me.
“Did you enjoy the show?” I ask, arching a brow at her.
The apples of her cheeks turn dark pink, and I can almost feel the heat coming off her. Her gaze dances along the crowd, not meeting mine. She’s shy, but still, I can see the fire burning in her gaze when it sweeps over me.
“You know, I enjoy people watching. I would love to have watched you touch that pussy that I’m sure is still tight and pure.” Another statement that has the same hue flourishing on her chest, and I’m tempted to lean in and get a taste of her flesh.
“You’re disgusting,” she finally hisses, but her voice is merely a whisper. “You do realize