Heathen: A Dark Enemies to Lovers Romance (Redwood Rebels Book 2) by Rachel Leigh (sight word readers .txt) 📕

Stretching my hand down between us, I pop the button on my jeans. Her eyes light up, like the whore she is. If only she were a whore somewhere else. She’s hungry for cock, but it’s only mine she wants to fill her up. My stepsister is infatuated with me. Not just a high school crush. She’s full-blown, crazy obsessed. And she’s got me wrapped around her boney little finger.

I unzip my zipper and don’t even bother taking my jeans all the way off before I shove my cock inside of her. Her fake nails dig into the skin of my shoulder blades as I rock myself in and out of her pussy. Grabbing her neck again, I squeeze tighter with every thrust. “Is this what you want, you little slut?”

Grabbing the back of my head, she pulls my mouth to hers. As much as I hate Madison, she’s satisfying. She’s got the perfect body. A tight pussy and a mouth that can suck the cum out of me like no other. That’s why I keep coming back. That, and the fact that if I don’t, she’ll tell everyone what she saw that night.

The night me and the guys stuffed Josh’s dead body into the back of a car. As usual, she was stalking me, putting her fucking nose in my business, and now she has me by the balls.

2

It’s eleven o’clock in the morning when I roll outta bed. Since my dad and his gold-digging wife are out of town, I crashed in my old bedroom. It’s probably best. Marni says she’s forgiven me, but how could she fully? I held a gun on the girl and fed her to the lion. Part of me knew that she would be ok, but to be honest, I wasn’t completely sure. I just knew that I couldn’t let Zed open his mouth about what he stumbled upon—that I fuck my stepsister behind closed doors.

What started off as just fooling around, has turned into this full-blown mess of emotions on her end. It was innocent. Well, as innocent as it can be. We screwed a few times and it was nice, but then she started sprouting these feelings for me. She got crazy possessive. Watching me from afar, texting me nonstop.

When I tried to stop it a couple weeks ago, she told me that she had proof that me and the guys were a part of Josh’s death. I told her we didn’t kill him, but she doesn’t believe me. The truth is, even we don’t know what the hell happened to him. Now, she has me on a short leash and while I get laid whenever I want, if I so much as look at another girl, she flips the fuck out and begins making threats.

She can blackmail me now, but soon, she’ll be the one begging for this to end.

My footsteps echo through the empty hall and I would like to think that they were cleared just for me, but in reality, I’m late for class. I do all of my schooling online because I hate being here, but since I’ve fallen behind, there is one class that I have to take in person and I hate it with a passion. At least it’s the last period of the day, so I don’t have to drag my ass out of bed too early.

“Glad you could join us, Mr. Titan,” Mrs. Rhys says when I walk through the curtain onto the stage.

“Yeah, I was busy with a math test,” I blatantly lie.

“Please have a seat. Willa was just about to start her audition duet with Trent,” Mrs. Rhys says as she looks out at the rest of the stagehands who are sitting quietly in the front row.

Pretty sure she was insinuating that I join them, but instead, I grab a stool to the left of me, spin it around and sit down right on the stage. This should be interesting.

Mrs. Rhys clears her throat. “Lars, please join the rest of the class.”

Looking back and forth from her to the crowd, I keep my ass planted. “Actually, I prefer to listen from up here.” I twirl my finger around my ear. “It helps to get a feel for the sound.” I totally just pulled that out of my ass, but I’m not too keen on getting sandwiched between Allergic Alan and the chick who doesn’t stop talking about her scholarship to Julliard.

Mrs. Rhys’ eyebrows pinch together, but she doesn’t say a word. Instead, she turns to face a flustered Willa who is standing front and center. Willa is many things, but the center of attention is not one of them. She’s quiet and shy, a Bible hugger who has the self-esteem of a potato.

I lean forward, getting comfortable, and press my elbows to my knees, causing the legs of the stool to move a few inches. The sound of the metal against the linoleum floor draws Willa’s attention. Her eyes shoot to me and when they catch mine, I don’t see the shy girl in a knitted sweater, I see orbs of fire and fury. Pure hatred.

Yeah, she hates me. Naturally so. I took the girl's virginity—stole it rather—then stood by idly as my friends blasted a video of the entire thing to all our classmates. Everyone assumes that I shared the video, since my asshole friends sent it from my phone. So yeah, she hates me.

The way her brown-sugar hair cascades around her face leads me to believe that she does so to purposely hide herself. She’s a pretty girl, don’t get me wrong. With a complexion that’s flawless, a cute little chin dimple, and small but perky breasts, she definitely has potential. But for some reason, she prefers to live under the radar. Except for in this moment. In this class, she wants to shine.

I smirk. “Sorry