Episode 11
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ANNALISE
A dry scoff left my lips.
"Dream on, I was thinking."
His brows raised.
"About what?"
"The next problem," I said.
He looked at me for a moment. Then, “If you say so.” He nodded slowly and looked right back at the paper.
I picked up my pen.
Knox had been reaching for it too and our fingers brushed against each other in the space that grew tense.
My heart jumped.
He didn't withdraw his hand, and neither did I as we both just stared at each other with our breaths growing quicker with each passing second.
I swallowed hard.
The heat that rushed through my boy when the pad of his right thumb just began to deliberately caress my palms was rather epic to feel.
My toes curled.
“Annalise,” he said my name for the first time today in a voice that made my p***y to throbbing down below.
“Yes?” I whispered back in a soft voice that sounded as if I was in a trance, entrapped by his eyes.
I wasn't sure which one of us moved first. I wasn't even sure either of us moved at all. But the space between us was different suddenly.
We became closer in a way that had not happened with a single physical movement I could point to.
My eyes dropped the moment I realized how fast the tension in the room was growing at this point.
I snatched my hand away and fixed my eyes on the page below, starting to explain things in a hurried voice that made me stumble over words.
Knox’s stare burned into my skin, but ignored it like a pro. I didn't dare to acknowledge or point it out before it escalated fast into something else.
“Tic-tac?” He called out. And when I looked up from the page, his face was right there, staring directly.
His eyes dropped to my mouth.
Mine dropped to his.
The space became too small to contain the both of us and whatever was filling it at an alarming speed.
My cheeks flushed red.
And the spot between my legs began to pulse lightly with the anticipation I should not even be feeling.
His hands lifted to cup my chin without breaking eyes contact.
“What are yo—”
That was when he kissed me.
And was it hot? Yes!
His lips moved over mine slowly, claiming every single inch.
This was nothing like the kiss from last night that had been all taunt and with no follow-through.
This one was the real thing.
It was warm and unhurried, and it sent strong signals to my brain to pull back from this entrapment.
My body knew that it should and yet simply did not act on it.
I kissed him back.
For about thirty seconds, I sat there and kissed Knox Mercer in the quiet afternoon of the home study.
And while I was at it, I felt the whole careful structure I had built around myself beginning to tilt askew.
He deepened the kiss, his tongue sliding deeper into my mouth and tasted every nook and cranny.
A moan slipped past my mouth, and I held onto him with passion.
Until my brain caught up.
I jerked back from him so fast that my elbow even knocked the textbook lying open off the edge of the desk.
“Oh my goodness!” I breathed.
My hands were shaking.
I could feel it even as I pressed them flat against the table so he would not see that it was as I reached for the fallen book without looking at him.
“Annalise,” I heard him call my name softly in voice that was void of spite and everything it usually carried.
I didn't glance at him.
"The session is over," I said to him in a shaky and distraught voice.
My voice came out wrong.
It was too thin.
The pitch was too unsteady.
And it was his fault.
“But—” he started.
And it was just as I placed the fallen text book I had picked on the table.
I closed the textbook with a loud slam, interrupting his incoming compliant with a soft hiss too.
“No buts.”
And I proceeded to gather my notes and stood up abruptly without even meeting his eyes for a second.
I knew very well that if I looked at his face right now and found that smirk sitting on it, something in me would completely break in half.
"Annalise."
"I said it is over!" I repeated the words with a snap. "We have covered enough."
Then, I walked out of the study and hurried up the stairs. And I went straight into my bedroom and shut the door loudly behind me.
Without a word—or even a sigh—from my lips, I crossed the breadth of the bedroom and dropped to my knees at the side of the huge bed.
The book in my hands were placed gently on the bed, beside the phone that I had left behind, before I simply pressed my forehead down against the cold polkadot sheets and I then screamed loudly into them.
The sound of frustration was long but muffled against the sheets, and it was quiet enough that no one in the house would hear a thing.
And even after I was done screaming out my frustration, I stayed like that for a while with deep breaths.
My fingers curled into the bedsheet and I thought about the year he had spent making my school days a small and specific kind of miserable.
I couldn't forget his wrongs—the mocking tic impressions, the stupid nicknames, or even the hand around my throat in the hallway like I was something dirty that needed to be picked up and put down at will.
My brain pondered clearly about all of that with extreme carefulness.
And then I thought about the way I had just kissed him back without even hesitating for a single second.
I was so shameless.
There was no single pride in any cell currently active in my body.
How could I?
After all he had done to me?
How could Knox become the one temptation I was terrified I wouldn’t be able to resist much longer?
I pressed my forehead harder into the sheets with a frustrated groan.
Because why not?
He had been my biggest enemy for a year. He was now technically my stepbrother. He had never once, not even for a moment, treated me like I was worth basic decency.
Both as a classmate and now as a family member either.
He lacked respect.
So I needed to understand why.
Why had the only thought in my entire head been to stay exactly where I was when his soft lucious lips and demanding mouth had touched and taken over mine?
Why had my body foolishly responded to his touch?
Why was my p***y slick? Wet with the warm juices the atmosphere his presence had created conjured?
I thought hard and long.
Yet, I had no answer.
And that was the most terrifying part.
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