FOUR: Touched by her stepbrother

SCARLETT

“What?” My voice sounded hollow even to my own eyes and I found myself turning slightly to look at him.

He was still looking straight ahead, hands jammed into the pockets of his trousers and an unreadable expression on his face before he turned to look at me and the lump in my throat grew in size.

He did not even make any move to move closer to me, yet I found myself staggering back a little.

“I asked if you enjoy watching.”

“What? I don’t… what are… I don’t understand what you’re talking about.”

“You don’t,” his voice sounded like mockery and the corners of his lips lifted in a sardonic smirk, one that made my heart thump faster and made it almost impossible to breathe.

“No, I don’t,” I said in a brave voice even though bravery was the last thing I was feeling right now, “and if you’ll excuse me,” I started for the elevator’s door, grateful that it had reached the ground floor and the door would slide open anytime soon.

It was supposed to stop anytime soon but right before my eyes, the indicator stopped working and the numbers seemed to have frozen in place. My mouth hung open and I turned to look at the man I was stuck in the elevator with but from the look on his face, I knew this wasn’t beyond him.

He had stopped the elevator? But how?

Suddenly realizing that we were both stuck in this enclosed place, my heart started pounding, just like he started moving towards me in slow, unhurried, and predatory steps.

I instinctively started to move backward too.

“You don’t know what I’m talking about but still, you spent 10 minutes watching me fuck a girl’s mouth. You don’t know what I’m talking about but the smell of your arousal was the strongest up there…”

My arousal! God! How could I have forgotten that he was an Alpha, an incredibly powerful one at that, and watching them earlier has turned me on in ways nothing ever has. Surely, he would have smelt it! And surely, he’d have known who it belonged to. But that doesn’t mean I wasn’t going to lie through my teeth and get myself out of this mess.

“Listen, I don’t know what you’re talking about, I only came here because…” my words trailed off into a yelp when my back hit the wall of the elevator and he casually placed a palm over my head, trapping me and suddenly, thinking and talking became impossible.

“You don’t know what I’m talking about but just two days after the lousy dinner with you and your mother, you’re already parading yourself in my company…”

His company? His company! He was the owner of CTA?

“It seems to me that you do know what I’m talking about and if you don’t, then let me explain it to you, you’re nothing but a whore trying to whore her way to the bottom of the ladder. Dressing like a slut to a dinner with your family-to-be is enough proof and getting turned on from watching your supposed future brother-in-law fuck a girl’s mouth is just the perfect evidence.”

“I told you I wasn’t turned on!” I snapped, my anger evaporating. I was suddenly done with all these, with him treating me like this after his brother practically ruined my life.

“I’m not attracted to you,” I went on, “I’d never be so get off your high horse and lose that idea that I was turned on because you were doing some nonsense to a girl, and for the records, my mom is the one getting married into your family so be rest assured that we’d never see each other again.”

I know he was the owner of CTA and I just got my dream job here but I’d rather lose that job than work under this arrogant prick.

“Should we put that to test?” He sounded unbothered by my mini rant and his eyes seemed to have darkened to a darker shade, “you just gave a speech about not feeling any attraction to me but except I’ve lost my power in the last minute, then where’s that faint smell of arousal coming from?”

I followed his eyes to the elm of my skirts and I sensed his intention before he actually made any movement. I panicked and tried to scurry away but his hand held me in place while his other hand moved dangerously to my thigh.

My upper thigh.

“What… what…” My brain was suddenly hazy, and I couldn’t think straight with the low hum of pleasure I could feel from his fingers brushing over my most innermost thigh and hovering so dangerous to my most sensitive parts.

“What do you think you’re doing?” I asked in a breathless tone.

“What do you think I’m doing?” He replied me, his fingers now brushing up and down on my panties, my soaked panties and it was taking all my self-restraint not to let out that dangerous sound that was bubbling up my throat.

“This is… it’s an… this is an assault. You could…oooh,” my words morphed into a moan, a shamelessly loud moan when he, without warning, shoved my panties aside and his fingers brushed over my folds, feeling the wetness there.

“For someone who claimed not to be aroused, you’re awfully drenched,” his voice was like a ghost of a whisper as he breathed those words, his mouth hovering around mine and a glint of sadistic satisfaction in his eyes.

His fingers didn’t stop moving up and down and over my folds and I didn’t need to look, didn’t need to see before feeling just how wet I was, and even though my mind was clouded with pleasure and an intense need, there was still a part of my mind that was wondering how this was happening.

How my stepbrother-to-be was fingering me in the elevator of his company.

He removed his hand all of a sudden and I mourned the abrupt loss just before he raised his hand and practically shoved it into my face so I could see my wetness dripping down his palm.

I averted my eyes instantly, shame and need mixing into a dangerous combo within me.

“Have I just proved what you are to you?” He asked as he fished out a handkerchief from his pockets and he casually wiped his fingers on it, “you’re nothing but a slut and I implore you not to show your face near me again.”

And with that, he walked out of the elevator while I collapsed against the wall, wondering what the hell just happened.