Leave me alone

Chapter 8

Hardin's POV

Heading straight for the shower after leaving Jasmine's room, I removed my clothes and rested my head against the wall as the rivulets of hot water poured down on my back.

My mind wondered back to the horror in Jasmine's eyes, the way her body had bucked up in fear and how she had tried to flee from me, her eyes confused and scared when I touched her and I wondered if she was a virgin.

Had I been her first? Was that why she had been so resistant of me? Or was it because I was her step brother?

I didn't understand why instead of satisfaction from watching her squirm and beg me for mercy, from watching her body react to me even though she did not want to, from feeling that tight wetness and seeing those large tits, I was feeling guilty for what I had done.

Why in the hell was I feeling like I should not have done that to her?

She deserved it. She deserved everything that had gone down tonight and even the rat yesterday. Her innocent eyes could not deceive me. She was not the victim. I and my father were victims of her mother's ploy which I was sure that she was an accomplice to.

If she didn't want this to happen to her, then she should have stayed the fuck away from my house. She should have told her mother the truth that I was not a good step brother to live with and warn her mother against me.

But what had she done at breakfast today? She had gone along with my lies and smiled. That bitch had fucking smiled and my father had smiled back at her. They had all looked like one big happy family without me!

And no one made a mockery of me like that.

Frowning, I held my cock in my hand, feeling it get hard again as I thought about Jasmine. About how soft and large her breasts were. About how wet her pussy had felt when I drove my fingers into it. About how her voice had sounded like music to my ears. About how hot her mouth had felt around my cock as I drove it in and out and how her breasts had jiggled as she gagged around my cock.

I was hard as fucking stone and I growled. Jasmine was the enemy. And this was just me taking advantage of my enemy like she had done to my family.

I needed to remember that.

I gripped my dick, remembering how her big green eyes had widened at the sheer size of it when I removed it from my jeans and forced her on her knees and pumped once.

I sucked in a deep breath, beating my cock faster and groaned as I remembered how I had slammed into her mouth to the back of her throat.

Yes, she didn't get to make me feel guilty when she was the one that started all of this. First, by talking back to me. Second and worst of all, by having the nerve to force her way into my family.

Resting my head against the bathroom tiles as the water poured down on me, I moaned as I imagined her, taking more of my cock and my thoughts threatened to splinter as I rocked back and forth into my hand, groaning and moving even faster. This was what she deserved.  To be treated like a whore that she was.

"Yes, fuck. Yes" This time, instead of forcing her head to stay, I imagined her grabbing my ass and moving even faster, my dick in and out of her mouth and it felt so good. My dick felt like fucking granite in my hand as I pumped mercilessly, my groans echoing in the bathroom. But what threw me over the edge was imagining my cock inside her tight wet pussy. I jerked, the orgasm hitting me hard and fast as I came all over the wall of my bathroom.

Wearing a robe after I was done in the bathroom, I headed straight for the fridge in my room and brought out a bottle of vodka.

Drinking straight from the bottle, I sat on my bed and fought the urge to feel any iota of sympathy for Jasmine. To be fair, I had warned her on the day of the wedding that I would show her hell if she didn't leave.

I didn't remember sleeping, but when I opened my eyes, I flinched. The hangover hitting me hard and I squinted, hurrying into the bathroom to shower.

As I headed downstairs to tell one of the maids to make me some soup to cure my hangover, I stopped in front of Jasmine's room, hesitating to open the door.

Oh, come on, Hardin, enough of this bullshit. Don't be weak. She's an opportunist like her mother. Never forget that.

I found her sitting on the floor beside her bed, wearing different clothes which meant that she had showered after I left her.

Her knees were dragged up to her chest and she folded her arms over it, her head resting on her arms.

"Rise and shine, Jasmine." I said in a sing song voice that sounded even hollow to me and when she raised her head, I fisted my hands, reminding myself that whatever she was doing was all an act.

Her eyes were red and swollen, which looked like she had cried all night and when she looked at me, it felt like she was not even seeing me but looking through me.

We couldn't have that this early in our game, could we?

"Don't tell me that you're like this because of the fun we had last night? Are you?"

She didn't answer, just kept staring at me like I was a ghost and when I growled, she flinched and hugged herself even tighter.

Frowning, I headed back to my room and pressed the bell for the maid to come up instead with the soup.

Jasmine was trying to ruin my day and I wouldn't let her.

Quickly dialing the twins to come over to the house, I went downstairs to welcome them about an hour later, feeling better from having the hangover soup.

"Yo! What's good? We came here to swim man!" Alex said excitedly and I rolled my eyes, leading them to the pool side.

Sandro didn't waste time jumping into the pool but Alex sat beside me on the chaise lounge and raised his eyebrow.

"So, how does it feel to have a sister, bro?" He joked and when I growled, he raised his hands in surrender.

"I'm just asking. I mean, knowing you, you would have done some nasty shit to show her who's boss, haven't you?"

I shrugged, not interested in explaining myself to Alex because at the end of the day, I called the shots and he was my minion, not the other way around.

"Hey, can we get some snacks?" Sandro called from the pool and I was about to call the maid when a brilliant idea occurred to me. Perhaps this was the opportunity to show my friends that I was indeed the boss.

"Hold on a minute." I told them and headed straight to Jasmine's room.

She was still where I had left her and when I growled again, she flinched, hiccuping as she wiped her wet eyes.

Frankly, I knew this was just an act from her.

"Get up and bring snacks to the pool from the kitchen. For three people."

"Leave me alone." She whispered, not looking at me and I crossed the room and pulled her up, filled with delight when she trembled, her eyes wide with fear. Exactly the way I wanted her. Subservient and scared.

"What did you say?" I growled and she shook her head.

"Good. If you don't want a repeat of last night right now, come down to the pool with snacks for me and the twins. Alex and Sandro, you know them, don't you?"

I didn't wait for her to answer, turning around and heading back to the pool.

"What about the snacks, bro?" Alex asked me and I smirked.

"It'll be here very soon."

Alex was telling me about one of his latest conquests when he stopped mid speech to open his mouth in shock.

I turned to see what he was looking at and my smirk returned as Jasmine, her head bowed, probably to hide her face that was swollen from crying, carried a tray of snacks and drinks.

"You've got her running errands for you?" Sandro asked from the pool and I shrugged, waiting for her to drop the tray on the stool in front of us.

She turned to leave and I growled.

"Stay." I ordered and my smile widened when she froze and turned to face me.

"Would you like anything else?"

"No. Go." Nodding, I watched her walk away. She was almost at the door back inside the house when I screamed her name and she froze again.

"Count one to three before you enter the house."

I watched as her lips quivered but she did as I ordered before entering the house.

This was only the beginning, Jasmine Scott. This was just the start.