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My new stepbrother!
So you’re the charity case.
You wouldn’t survive the lesson.
Dante walked in.
I’m not a babysitter!
They’re going to think I’m fucking you.
This new guy was just... kind!
You’re really going to flirt with someone else in front of me?
I dare you!
You say that like you didn’t beg me to kiss you with your eyes.
Library. Now. Come alone.
Then why do I dream about choking the breath out of any guy who touches you?
How do you stop wanting your own stepbrother?
I saw what you wrote for me!
Hey, stepsis!
I slapped him.
Don’t pretend your body didn’t beg for more.
And then—his mouth crashed into mine.
Don’t pretend you didn’t love every second of my hands on you.
Dante’s stepsister. God, what a slut!
You’re embarrassing to be seen with.
He kissed her in the hallway and now he’s ignoring her. Classic Dante.
Touch him again, and next time, I’ll pour bleach in that pathetic little mouth of yours.
Did I say you could touch me?
Whatever I want.
His touch was what finally shattered my composure.
You can either strip it off, or I will!
You don’t get to touch her again. Not you. Not anyone.
Telling them all you’re mine!
You didn’t have to do that!
I shouldn’t have kissed you.
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I slapped him.
Liana's POV
“Tell me,” he said, his voice carrying easily, loud enough for the whole school to hear, his words sharp and clear, “how does it feel to be the charity case in my house and still think you belong?”
The words hit me like a physical blow, a cruel, public expose of my vulnerability, my pr...