CHAPTER 5: UNSPOKEN BOND
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"Let's see about that," Arianna replied, leaning in close to him as if she were trying to provoke him, deliberately aiming to stir up those two girls of his.
Sharon clenched her fists! struggling to keep her anger in check. This girl, the same one from the hallway, was about to learn a lesson she wouldn't forget.
"Think twice about it," Jace warned as he put on his helmet.
Arianna rolled her eyes and climbed onto her bike. "I should be the one saying that." Back in high school, while she was still dating Jace, she had picked up the habit of learning to ride a bike because of his love for it. Over time, even after they broke up, she had grown addicted to riding; it became her escape, a new passion that Jace was unaware of, which might explain why he looked down on her.
A girl in a bra and wild shorts walked to the center of their bikes. "1...2...3!" She fired shots into the air, signaling the start of the race.
Arianna sprang into action, her motorcycle roaring to life as she sped off.
The crowd erupted in cheers, with Dorothy among them, supporting her best friend. She knew Arianna's love for racing and believed in her.
The race was intense, with neither competitor backing down. Jace was surprised by Arianna's speed; none of his previous opponents had ever matched her fierce pace, but he was determined not to let her win.
As the wild race came to a close, Jace emerged victorious once again, earning loud applause from the crowd. Arianna dismounted her bike, fuming, realizing she was no match for him despite all the challenges she had thrown his way during the race.
Jace approached her with his usual smirk. "Time to fulfill your part of the bet."
"Can you change the bet or give me something else, not that, Jace?" she said through gritted teeth.
He pulled her waist possessively, drawing her closer. "I warned you, but you underestimated me. You started this; let me finish it my way."
"I'm leaving."
"Not so fast, little rebel; the fun is just beginning." Before she could react, he flipped her over his shoulder, leaving the crowd in shock.
"Put me down!" Arianna protested, trying to shake him off and waggling her legs. It was no use—he was too strong, and she couldn't move.
Was he really going to do what he said, tie her up and take advantage of her? No way! She couldn't let that happen; it would only complicate things. She knew him, and he was definitely going to follow through on his threats.
"Put me down!" she attempted to sound commanding as they entered a dimly lit hallway.
"Don't fight it; I'm not letting you go," he said, bursting into an empty room. The lights were a dull red, casting shadows that reflected their surprise. He kicked the door shut behind him and placed her on the bed. Arianna realized she had walked into his trap, and now she had to face the consequences. She stopped resisting.
"What are you...?" she began, trying to stand.
"No. Don't," he interrupted, and she remained seated. Before she could react, he lifted her and sat her on his lap, straddling him.
Arianna gasped, suddenly feeling breathless. The tension escalated as their eyes locked.
She could feel him beneath her, and her anxiety intensified as his intense gaze bore into hers.
He looked both intoxicated and a bit unhinged...
Swallowing hard, she finally managed to speak, "What are you... doing?" she stammered.
"Remember what I told you earlier? How about we make it happen now? I can't stand unfinished business," he whispered, his voice low and intimate, never breaking eye contact.
Arianna understood immediately what he meant, and she swallowed again.
Her breathing returned, but it was heavy and uneven, fanning his eager face.
"I am to tie you up to that bed, but I suggest to go easy on you" Jace murmured, and Arianna gulped nervously as his cold hand found its way to her neck.
He pulled her closer, and she gasped as their lips nearly touched. But then she felt a sharp sensation on her navel, and she held her breath...
Thanks to the crop top, he had easy access, and he began by drawing invisible circles, dipping his pointer finger into the small hole and tracing it gently around.
"Mmm," Arianna let out a raw moan right in front of him, not bothering to hold it back.
"Damn," he whispered, bringing his lips even closer.
At that moment, he only needed to lean in one more time for their lips to touch, but he continued to caress her navel, causing her stomach to hollow out as she panted louder with her mouth open.
She should have been getting up from his lap and stepping away. He was her stepbrother, the one she was supposed to avoid at all costs, not the one she found herself at the mercy of. But she couldn't help it.
Her mind screamed at her to move, but her body refused to comply. Maybe the few glasses of alcohol she had consumed were dulling her senses, but she wasn't thinking clearly.
She was meant to push him away, not be the one getting touched in her most sensitive spot by him right now, but...
His fingers on her body... they were driving her wild!
"You can stand if you don't want this," he whispered, his minty breath igniting every nerve in her body.
Yet, she still couldn't move.
What was he doing to her? She had never felt such deep sensations before.
He traced his fingers away from her navel, and their eyes locked, unblinking, as he began to trail them down her tummy.
She held her breath, releasing it all when his hand reached the zipper of her short skirt...
Her chest was heaving as his hand found the zipper, but he suddenly halted his movements, smirking thickly before making his final move.
Arianna could have sworn she felt his lips brush against hers, but a knock on the door shattered the moment, and she quickly stood up from his lap.
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