You Are Mine, Little Sister novel Chapter 27

Chapter 27

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I nearly launched out of my own skin. The towel almost slipped from my grasp as I staggered back, hands flying to hold it tighter.

I turned toward the voice, and the moment my eyes found him, I forgot how to breathe.

He stood in the shadowed corner near the bookshelf–that damned dark corner that always seemed to drink more light than it should. He leaned there like he owned the place: arms folded across his chest, one boot crossed lazily over the other.

He looked carved from shadow, dressed head–to–toe in his signature black: leather jacket, fitted pants, dark boots, and those unsettling gloves.

The only color in him was danger.

And yet, even in this sinister appearance, his face was cruelly handsome. Aggravatingly sculpted. His beauty was the kind that left a mark, feeling like something you’d need permission to even admire.

My fingers clutched the towel tighter. Shit. If this went down, I’d be completely naked before him.

It wouldn’t be the first time unfortunately, but I couldn’t let it keep happening.

The cop is outside, Rali. Breath. He must’ve alerted Meredith and the others already.

“What’re you-” my voice cracked like old wood. I paused, forced the lump down, and tried again. “How did you get past my door?”

His lips curved into a slow, wolfish smirk as he peeled away from the corner. “Smart move getting a digital door, honey. Shame it’s a joke to someone like me.”

My stomach performed a backflip worthy of an Olympic gold, my lunch teetering on the edge of rebellion.

He could hack my door!? Then, I was doomed!

He began walking toward me. And me? My legs didn’t wait for permission. They backed me up like they had a mind of their

own.

His eyes roamed over me, unrushed, devouring. From my dripping wet hair to the towel clinging to my trembling body, and down to my bare slick legs. His gaze left scorch marks where they touched.

I didn’t like this one bit.

I sucked in a sharp breath and turned to bolt for the bathroom, hoping I could barricade myself until Meredith and her team kicked the damn door down.

But his voice stopped me cold.

“I’ll set this room in flames, Rali, and wait until you crawl out choking.”

The threat didn’t scream. It didn’t need to. My feet disobeyed me and stayed rooted to the floor despite every cell in my body shrieking to move.

I felt him very close I could practically hear the arrogance in his breathing. I spun around with a sharp gasp to find him two inches from me. One wrong inhale and our bodies would brush.

I staggered back, but he slipped two fingers into the fold of my towel, tugging me forward by the only barrier I had left.

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“Let me go,” I hissed, my both hands clawing at the material.

As expected, tears stung my eyes. The weak things. They always made me look vulnerable before him.

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He smiled. That same, eerie, dead–eyed smile that always made my stomach curdle. But he wasn’t even looking at my face. His attention was locked on the gap his fingers had created between my towel and my chest.

The asshole.

“It’s almost comical watching you pretend you have a say over what’s mine.”

“I am not-” I stopped mid–sentence when he threw me a glare that promised consequences.

Memories of what he’d done the last time I said those words hit like cold water down my spine.

Satisfied with my silence, he returned to admiring the gap he had carved open. His fingers began pressing against the towel now, as if testing how much pressure it would take to unravel me completely.

I struggled with his grip.

“Did

you think of me when you showered, Rali?” He asked in a casual time, as if my panic was a background hum he didn’t

care to mute.

“Yes.” I bit out. “I kept thinking of the thousand and one ways I’d get my revenge on you.”

He smiled.

God, I hated when he did that. It always made my pleas, anger and threats seem so inconsequential.

“You should be careful. Plotting revenge in the shower could lead to slippery ideas.”

He yanked the towel with such force that it nearly ripped the fabric. I gasped and staggered backward, clutching the damp cloth tighter as I managed to put a breath of space between us.

“Wh–What’re you doing?”

His gaze hardened into steel. “Take it off, Rali.”

“Why should I? You don’t have the right to-”

“Take. It. Off.”

I swallowed hard. “No.”

His eyes darkened like storm clouds before a downpour.

He lunged forward. I stepped back, and back again until my spine crashed into the wall. Shit.

“Stay away!” I tried for courage, but it came out thin and brittle, like glass pretending to be iron. A child could’ve laughed at

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He devoured the space between us and in one violent tug, ripped the towel from my chest.

I recoiled as the white material dropped to my feet, leaving me bare. The son of a bitch.

I scrambled to cover myself with my arms, but he slapped my hands away like they were insults.

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