CLAIMED BY MY HYBRID STEP BROTHER

CHAPTER TWO

.SIENNA'S POV

I stiffened, trying to make sense of his words.

Smash my face? Did I hear that correctly?

I tore my eyes open and searched his eyes. They were barely a few inches away from mine.

He clenched his jaw, and adjusted himself on the couch again.

"Get the hell out of my face." He growled.

Before I could pull away from him, and walk back to my spot, someone yelled, "Bianca, truth or dare!"

Everyone was now moving on from the game, but I wasn't. Shamed settled over me as I stood upright and tucked my hair behind my ear.

Just then, a strong hand grabbed my wrist and swirled me towards the opposite direction.

It was an average looking man with a freckled face, and a lopsided smile.

"Hey, need someone to f**k? I'm here!" He chuckled, pulling me towards him. I stood a few inches above him, and before I knew what was happening, his lips crashed into mine.

I was fast becoming breathless, but when I peeked my eyes open, there was a deep frown on the other man's face.

Mr. Sour face.

The same man who had just rejected a kiss from me.

His hands were folded on his chest, and he eyed us.

Loser, I thought.

Excitement spiked through me as I kissed the stranger before me, allowing his tongue to snake in and out of my mouth. The euphoria of letting a complete stranger own my body was too much to handle and it pumped into my brain as I moaned against his lips.

His breath smelt like cigarettes, and the next time I glanced at the other guy, I was thrilled to see that he was yet to look away.

"Watch this!" I said in my head.

I started to grind my body against this stranger in ecstasy.

A need filled me.

A need to let Mr. Sour Face see what he was missing out on. Soon, I felt a pair of arms grope at my bra, cupping one of my boobs. I was already running out of breath, yet I kept grinding my body against his. Soon, he flitted a finger into my trousers and stroked at my crotch.

"s**t. You're wet for me, baby girl. Why don't we finish up somewhere private?" He said, lifting into his arms as he stumbled out of the crowded room.

Just before he left the room, I shot a quick glance at Mr. Sour face, and saw that he had already sprang up from his seat, and his eyes had not left us.

Everything happened in a haze.

The stranger brought me into a small, dimly lit room, and placed me carefully on the bed. He pulled off my trousers, and in an instant, I had taken off my bra, throwing it away from the bed.

Then, he proceeded to peel off his shirt. Somehow, he got stuck and began to struggle with taking off his belt. I spread my legs apart, urging him to take me right there and then.

"Easy, Baby!" He chuckled, "I have all night to f**k your senses out of you!"

The door was kicked open, and a towering figure stalked into the room.

"No, you don't. Your dirty game ends now!" A deep, familiar voice rumbled.

A switch was turned on and lights flooded the room, blinding me for a second. By the time I looked back, it was to see Mr. Sour face by the door, cracking his knuckles.

The stranger who brought me in cleared his throat, "She's horny as f**k!"

"I said, get away from her!"

Mr. Sour face hissed, before he c****d an eyebrow and shot me a glance. There was a look of disgust on his face as his eyes settled over my naked frame.

My confusion grew.

What exactly was wrong with this man? He didn't want me, yet he thought it was okay to yell at another person who wanted me.

The other man was now out of his trousers, and my eyes almost popped out at the sight of his erection.

He ran his hands over his length and approached me with a smile, ignoring the angry bird who stood behind us. My body throbbed with desire as he spread my thighs apart, and settled his frame over me

"Let's see how well you can take this —" He wasn't able to complete his words as he was yanked backwards by his hair, falling out of the bed.

In one swift move, Mr. Sour face had thrown a solid punch at him, causing him to stagger, before hitting the floor with an heavy thud.

I let out a loud yell, horrified.

"I said, don't f*****g touch her!" Mr. Sour face growled, as he picked up the other guy and shoved him hard into the wall.

I sat up on the bed, using the bedsheets to cover my chest as my mouth dropped open with shock.

The battered guy on the floor, scrambled around, picked up his trousers, as he cursed, "Go to hell, Man." Blood stained his lips, and his eyes were wild as he rushed out of the room.

I drew in a sharp breath as I pinned my eyes on the man before me, Mr. Sour face.

I was drunk, yet I knew that I was in deep s**t.

I was literally in a room with a potential murderer, and I had no idea what ran through his mind.

He tore off his shirt and slowly advanced towards me.

"Stay away from me!" I said with a raised voice.

There was a smirk on his face, as he halted in his tracks. "Don't you want to get a good f**k tonight? It's unfortunate that I refuse to let just anyone to give that to you"

"What?" I blurted.

"I don't do this with shitty women, but I'll do it for you. I want to make your legs quake" He said with a growl.

Within seconds, he joined me on the bed, flung off the bedsheets as he nestled his face between my legs, lapping at my juices.

I let out a soft moan as my hands dig into his hair, pressing his face into my crotch. I lost my senses—every single bit of it.

I gave up myself to this sexy stranger who would rather beat up another man than let him have me.

~~~~~~~~~

When I woke up the following morning, there was a dull ache at the back of my head. I let out a harsh groan as I struggled to adjust to how annoyingly bright the room was. Then, I stretched, yawning.

The space besides me was empty and the realization hit me.

Mr Sour Face was gone, leaving no single trace behind.

I didn't even know his name.

Jerk. I mumbled.

It was morning, already.

I sighed. My first morning in Italy, and I was having a hangover from last night, as the throbbing at the back of my head became even more intense.

Fuck.

I was so sure that my mother was going to tear me alive if she found out what I had done last night. I jumped out of the messy bed and slipped into my clothes.

Last night was my first time of having s*x with a stranger. Why was I so reckless? What if he had gotten me pregnant, or left me with an infection?

I shuddered at my thoughts.

I found my iPhone on the floor, by the door of the bed. When I picked it up, I saw that I had missed over 20 calls from my mother.

I was in deep s**t already. I exhaled as I jogged out of the room.. Everywhere was still a mess when I got out. A few people laid passed out on the hallway, the couch and the floor.

Everywhere reeked of puke and alcohol. I rushed out of the house, barely stopping to remember where I had left my luggage. I soon flagged down a taxi, showed him the home address which my mother had sent to me in a text the previous day.

There was a sharp sting at the back of my head because of the headache. The cab pulled over right outside a large building that had the address on my phone.

I tossed some cash at him, before darting out of the car and up the small staircase.

As I got close to the door, the knob moved and the door opened.

I almost passed out in shock as my eyes met the other person by the door. My breath was suddenly knocked out of my lungs.

The handsome man before me was the same man who had rode me to the heavens last night, and mysteriously disappeared before I woke up.

Mr. Sour face.

"Sienna?" He scowled, "I am very disappointed in you!"