I take a deep breath, willing myself to suck it up and get it over with. I stick my key into the slot, turning the knob with my other hand and push the door open. I set my bag down onto the floor in the front hallway, frowning when I hear noises in the living room. I pause, not willing to move. What I really want to do right now is turn straight around and get the hell out of there, but I know that's not an option.
My nerves gather in the pit of my stomach as I take a step forward, the floorboards creaking slightly under my weight. I grimace, but continue on my way, fixing my facial expression into one of carefree calmness. It's painfully fake, but no one else has to know that.
"Blake." I flinch when I hear my name being called in a husky, male voice. "Stop stalling and get in here. I heard you come in five minutes ago." I let out a strangled breath that unintentionally comes out in a sort of whimper.
After attempting to mentally steel myself, I slowly go into the living room, a headache forming behind my eyes.
"Hey." I say, trying my best to keep my voice steady. "What are you doing home so early?" When I pulled in, I saw his truck in the driveway, so I knew he was here, which is the main reason I wasn't too eager to come in.
My original plan was to get some stuff and then spend the night at Layla's. I figured that since my parents were probably out drinking with their country club buddies or some other rich people get-together, that I could sneak in and out without confrontation. But what I didn't account for was the fact that my step brother Caven, could be here, and unfortunately for me, he is.
"Cute. Trying to avoid the situation. But it's not gonna happen, babe." He says in an innocent voice. Sometimes it's hard to believe that he's actually as malicious as he is. But don't be fooled by his pretty face, this boy is pure evil.
I pull my eyes away from the floor and up to his face. His dark brown hair is shaved on the sides almost to the scalp, the top long and wavy, swept to the side. His high, defined cheekbones make his black-brown eyes stand out as the focal point of his face. The squareness of his jaws make him look rather intimidating. His broad shoulders and powerful muscles only add to the effect.
I gulp, averting my eyes away from his souless ones.
"What do you mean?" I ask.
He laughs melodically and my heart hammers in my chest.
"Don't play dumb. You know exactly what I want."
I freeze, looking back up at him as he takes a few steps towards me. I clench my fists at my sides, willing my heart to shut the hell up and stop beating so hard, but to no avail.
He smirks confidently as he puts his hand on my waist, the other one reaching around my butt and pulling my wallet out of my back pocket.
He pulls away slightly to open it up. As he skims through the measly amount of bills in it, a concerned frown spreads its way across his face.
I try to look down but he grabs ahold of my jaw, forcefully turning my face up to his. "What is this?" He sighs, raking a hand through his hair. "I thought you knew better by now. I really did. But I guess I'll just have to keep teaching you a lesson until you get it."
I quickly raise my hands to his chest, trying desperately to keep this from happening.
"I'm sorry, but I couldn't work that much this week, and I just didn't make that much money, but it's not my fault." I spit out, my voice faltering.
His hold on my jaw tightens in response. He lowers his face down to mine, so we're only a few inches away now. His hot breath tickles, and I scrunch my nose in disgust.
"Well you should have thought about that before coming here, pretty girl." He whispers in my ear, his lips almost touching it.
I press a bit harder on his chest, but I already know I don't stand a chance against him. "Caven, please. It won't happen again, I swear, I-"
He breaks off my sentence by smashing his lips against mine, gripping my waist with more force.
I try to squirm out of his hold, pushing against him, but he just pulls me closer. His hand leaves my face and slides down to my butt. I take the opportunity to pull away more, breaking the kiss, but it doesn't last long.
He growls in anger, tossing me onto the couch, and in a second he's over me, his thighs holding me in place. "Don't fight it, it'll just make it worse." He advises.
But I'm sick and tired of this asshole treating me like this. Taking my money, even though he's literally fucking rich, always forcing himself on me whenever we see each other. He's abusive, and it needs to stop. But the sad thing is, I can't do a damn thing about it.
Before he can lean down to me again, I push him with all of the force I can possibly muster. When my hands connect to his rock solid chest, I know it was no use. He barely even moves back at all. I mean, don't get me wrong I'm strong, I workout. It's just that he's stronger. He always has been.
He grins evilly, staring at me like I'm the pathetic little prey trying to fight back against the big bad monster. But it only fuels my anger.
"Caven, just get the fuck off me, I'm not in the mood." I yell, glaring at him menacingly.
He just laughs. "Well too bad, because I am."
He lowers himself on top of me, putting his lips on my neck, giving me gentle kisses. His hands work their way under my shirt, slowly pulling it up.
Every time he touches me, goosebumps spread across my skin. My body heat rises. Theres no chance in hell I'm just gonna let him do this to me. Not this time.
I put my hands around his neck, acting like I'm giving in, but instead I wrap my fingers all the way around, squeezing tight.
His eyes snap open as he jolts back, trying to catch his breath after my chokehold. His sudden movement causes me to lose my grip and my hands slide off.
His face displays nothing but pure hatred. He glares down at me, fuming, hands balled into fists.
My eyes widen and my heart drops. Shit. I shouldn't have done that.
Authors Note- Hey Readers! So, this is the first book I've published on Inkitt, and I'm kind of nervous. So please comment any thoughts you have, or point out any grammar mistakes. It would really mean a lot. Thanks!