Page 14 of Make You Beg

I dart my gaze before I witness his ass.

My hands end up covering most of my face as I go through what feels like a series of obstacles in a maze, eyes checking me out, some smiling, some frowning. I’m somewhere I’m not supposed to be, but I don’t give a damn.

Kayden asked for this.

We need to talk, whether he likes it or not.

I find him leaning against his locker, a towel secured around his waist.

His chest is bare, showing off his toned abs. They look hard and steady.

I blink, a terrible attempt at stopping myself from being hypnotized by the view. Good thing a hand is still over my mouth, so my soon-to-be stepbrother doesn’t see me drooling.

My heart’s beating faster than it should, and I loathe every second of this.

Him looking this good? It’s a sin. It’s the freaking last straw, really.

Because I’m supposed to hate this guy after what he did to me in the cafeteria.

Water drips off the ends of his wet hair and slides down his chest.

His eyebrows furrow, catching sight of me. “What the fuck are you doing here?”

“Yeah, this is the guys’ locker room,” a blond-haired guy standing by him, just as fit and half-naked as Kayden, volunteers.

My cheeks radiate warmth. I look away.

“I—I need to talk to Kayden.”

The blondie cackles. “Who are you? His girlfriend?”

“Fuck off.” Kayden nudges the guy and grabs me by the wrist, dragging me behind another row of lockers where no one can see us.

His grip is so tight it hurts, and I’m certain I’ll wake up with another bruise for the collection tomorrow.

“Let go of me.”

I rip my arm away from him.

“I think you’re a little confused, stupid girl.” His words are filled with poison, stabbing at me like a dagger. “You’re the one who keeps showing up in places unwanted. You’re the one coming to me.”

“I didn’t come to you, per se. I just need to talk.”

“So, I guess yesterday didn’t make it clear enough for you?”

He pushes me against the lockers, the metal digging in my back.

I gasp from the surprise and the sharp pain.

He’s locked me between both his arms, towering over me.

Hot breath surrounds me and invades my personal space. My heart races and pulsates through every single cell.

I look down, faced with his half-naked body, realizing how small the distance drawn between us is at the moment. He props my chin up with his hand, and I’m paralyzed. Almost lost in those dark blue irises of his.

“Just because our parents are dating, doesn’t mean I have any interest in talking to you. I played nice at the restaurant because we were being watched. But I don’t have to play nice anymore.”

“Engaged,” I hiss.