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“We’re
not done yet.”

 
    The way
she spoke, I could almost swear that she was enjoying this, loving all the
torment that this was putting me through. I looked up at her, snarling as I
tried my best to deny her the satisfaction of seeing me enjoy the way she used
her “skills” against me—literally.

 
    My
heart was pounding, my brain wondering just how good it would feel to take out
all of the frustration that she was putting me through out on her in all the
most satisfying ways. But this was my step-sister , the
girl I’d grown up with in my own damn house as a kid. How could I be thinking
about her like this?

 
    I’d had
enough. I couldn’t do this anymore.

 
    “Get
off of me!” I said, pushing her off of me and standing up. I watches her stumble back off the couch, catching herself on an armchair nearby. She
winced as she braced herself with her hand—the wrong hand. Shit. That looked like it hurt.

 
    “What
the fuck!”

 
    “Get
your stuff. Now ,” I hissed at her, my
muscles tense. Fuck, I could feel every one of them, even the ones I’d never
known I had. That was how worked up
she had me. How angry. How frustrated. Mostly with myself.

 
    But
damn if I didn’t want to shove my dick straight into her smart mouth.

 
    I
didn’t, though. Couldn’t. My stepsister didn’t deserve that. Didn’t deserve
some prick like me. I took a deep breath, sobered by her pain, and said, “You’re
coming home.”

 
    “Fuck
you!” Tanya shot back, heading for the door. Before she could turn the handle,
I blocked her way.

 
    “You’re
coming with me .”

 
    “Get
out of my way, Gunner.”

 
    “Say
it.”

 
    “Fine!
I’m going home with you, okay? Shit.” She glared at me through her bangs. It
was so fucking hot . “Can I get my
stuff?”

 
    I moved
out of the way, my heart still racing and my erection still throbbing in my
jeans. I watched after her as she walked out of the room, giving myself some
time to get my body back under control.

 
    I
couldn’t even begin to believe what had just happened, much less my reaction to
it. The way body craved my own stepsister almost made me hate myself. I felt
like a pervert, some creep who sits outside girl’s doors and jacks off while
they get out of the shower.

 
    I
rubbed my hand over my face in frustration and made my way toward the front
door of the club and out toward the parking lot to wait for Tanya. It was safer
for her—and for me—when there was some distance between us.

Chapter 8

 
    Tanya

 
 
 
    Nothing
was turning out the way I’d planned. A few days ago, my biggest concern was
paying my rent and making sure some dick weasel didn’t get too friendly with me
in the club. Now I was worried about a million other, shittier things.

 
    Like
the burn on my hand. The fact that my
apartment had burned down, taking my whole life with it. And my
stepbrother showing back up to not only save me from the flames, but from
myself.

 
    That
last part I wanted to dismiss as utter bullshit. Nobody had held a gun to my
head and told me to strip. But nobody had thought to stop me, either. Nobody
had ever offered me any alternatives.

 
    What,
waitressing? Like, for real waitressing? A couple bucks an hour, plus tips,
would’ve seen me on the street. So yeah, nobody made me shake my tits, but they damn sure made it unprofitable for
me to do anything else.

 
    I got
out of the car the second Gunner pulled into the drive. He hadn’t even parked
when my feet touched the ground. I slung my pumps over my shoulder and headed
for the door, knowing damn well I didn’t have a key, but wanting to put as much
distance between me and my stepbrother as possible.

 
    “Tanya,
wait,” he said from behind me. I turned, glaring at him as he shut his door. He
jogged a couple feet toward me, hit the steps, and then sighed.

 
    “I
didn’t mean to hurt you,” he told me. “Things back there