BAD LUST: A Stepbrother Romance (A Step Over the Line Book Book 1) Read Online Free Page A

the side of the
building, my keys in one hand, cell phone in the other. My father had taught me
basically that the world was going to hurt me. Everyone wanted a piece of him
and I needed to always be safe.
    “ You
have a great voice. ”
    I hear the words and then I see the
glow of his cigarette.
    Jake.
    He ’ s
a few feet away, leaning against the building. He kicks forward and tosses the
cigarette to the ground, embers scattering. I hear him exhale a deep breath and
my nose crunches up at the tangy smell of the smoke.
    It ’ s
gross.
    But Jake makes it sexy. Because it ’ s bad and he ’ s bad. He ’ s everything wrong and everything any decent woman
would avoid.
    He cuts me off and I find myself
looking up at him in the soft glow of the streetlights.
    “ Did
you hear me, sweetie? ”
    “ Yes,
I heard you. And don ’ t call
me that. ”
    “ I ’ ll call you whatever the fuck I
want, ” Jake says to me.
    “ You
don ’ t even know who I am. ”
    “ Of
course I do. You ’ re the smart,
rich girl on campus. ”
    “ And
you ’ re the dirty asshole, ” I say.
    Jake smirks and it sends a fire
through my body. I want to scream at him right now. Demand he remember our
night together. But I don ’ t
want to embarrass myself.
    “ People
say a lot of things, ” Jake
says. “ But I wanted to tell
you that your voice is good. ”
    “ Well,
thanks then. ”
    “ I
mean, it wasn ’ t perfect,
you know? I ’ m sure your
father could fix that. Buy you some lessons. Hell, put you in a studio and make
your voice sound great. ”
    I gasp and feel my hand shaking. I
want to hit him.
    “ You ’ re a dick. ”
    “ I
have a dick, ” Jake says. “ And you saw it. Didn ’ t you, sweetie? ”
    Does he remember now? I fight the
urge to smile. If he does remember, I ’ d
like to know how … you know … how things were. If I was good.
If he would … do it
again?
    Holyhell … what ’ s wrong with me?
    “ You
can ’ t even talk, ” Jake says. “ Walking in on me. Twice. Trying
to cock block me. ”
    “ Cock
block you? Please. ”
    “ Please
yourself, sweetie. ”
    “ I
heard a fucking noise, asshole. I thought she was sick or something. ”
    “ Just
choking on my big cock, ” Jake says.
    His voice is a little growly and a
lot vulgar. But I can ’ t run
away. He ’ s everything I
should be running away from, but I can ’ t
do it. In fact, in the back of my mind, I picture him pushing me against the
side of the building and kissing me. I want him to remember me. Remember our
night. Remember the way he pulled me down on him …
    I ’ m tearing apart from in the inside out. I claw
at his shoulders, wanting to hurt him like he ’ s hurting me. But this pain is so different
than any kind of pain I ’ ve
ever felt. It ’ s
a good pain. It ’ s
a ripping feeling that ’ s
quickly replaced by warmth and pleasure. Like real pleasure.
    His face is buried in my chest,
his head moving left to right, tongue flicking my nipples, lips suckling the
soft skin of my breast, and when he feels like it, his teeth tug at me,
bringing me to gasp and I cry out his name.
    His hands are holding me so
hard, guiding me up and down. My body is demanding me that I move too. So I
rock my hips left to right, back and forth. Anything to increase the pressure.
Anything to tear at myself some more.
    I feel dirty. I feel wrong.
    But what Jake is making me feel … fuck, it ’ s so good and so right.
    “ Did
you hear me? ”
    I blinked and shake my head. “ No. Sorry. ”
    “ You
came back a second time, ” Jake says. “ That means you
liked what you saw. ”
    “ I ’ m not talking about this, ” I say. “ You ’ re
an asshole and I ’ m going
home. ”
    “ To
your precious mansion? Someone going to tuck you in tonight, sweetie? Do they
still read you bedtime stories? Brush your perfect hair for you? ”
    “ Fuck
you, ” I spat. “ You ’ re rich, too. Your mother …”
    Jake ’ s
eyes flare. He steps at me. The anger in