Chapter 3
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Victoria's POV
I was hiding in my bedroom, trying hard to forget about all the dirty looks and whispers that were aimed at me at the wedding downstairs.
But most of all, I was trying to forget about my new step-brother.
My life was a scandal as it was without adding fuel to the fire. I didn't need to get tangled with my step-brother and get even more unwanted attention.
But I must admit. I was really drawn to him. I wanted his touch. No erase that I craved his touch. And that in itself should be scary, since I just met the guy. But weirdly, it wasn't scary at all.
I couldn't get his searching eyes out of my head, or his touch when we shook hands. All I wanted to do at that moment was throw myself at him and hope he caught me.
But since he was built like a brick wall, I can't say a scenario where he would drop me was highly possible.
Suddenly, a knock at my door pulled me away from my dirty thoughts about my step-brother.
"I'm fine mom, just tired. I'll see you in the morning for breakfast, I promise". I didn't even bother to lift my head from the pillow or, to be honest, not even move a finger.
But when my door opened, I turned around, since it was uncommon for my mom to just waltz into my room.
Once I turned my head, I was shocked at what I saw though.
It wasn't my mom, but a handsome step-brother that tested my limits even a few minutes into knowing him.
"I'm sure I'm more hairy than your mother, for starters, but I could swear I'm better looking in your eyes as well," he said, with a smirk.
I couldn't help the smile that tugged at my lips.
"Now, why would you think that? Maybe I play for the other team". I teased him with a light tone and mischief clear in my eyes.
He laughed at that and stepped into my room, shaking his head at me, a smile still firmly set on his face.
"I think you just wounded my heart by just making it a possibility. But I do wonder now, did I interpret your interest downstairs wrong? Am I so much out of my game already?"
Now it was my turn to laugh. He had a good sense of humor and it helped to put me at ease, even though it was weird to be accepted by someone after such a long time.
"No, I'll be honest with you, you read me right, but let's not play with fire and make it clear from the start. There is no chance of anything happening ever between us. We are related, after all. And I find it disrespecting to our parents."
His smile never faltered but there was a sudden change in his eyes.
"I think you make conclusions too fast. Has anyone ever told you that? I like you and you like me. I really don't see a problem here. Did you ask our parents about their opinion? Or did you just make an assumption they would be against it?"
His question made me pause in my tracks. I suddenly remembered Ron's words.
"He just might sweep you off your feet".
That didn't sound like someone who would be against anything developing between me and his son.
His lips turned into a wolfish grin and I could see my face gave me away.
He knew he had got me there.
"No. I didn't, but your dad mentioned something about sweeping women off their feet all around."
A moment of shock took over his face and I couldn't help it. I burst out laughing and in a second he was on my bed next to me tickling me into an even bigger fit of giggles.
"You little minx. Trying to throw me off my task here, I see."
Suddenly, his hand came into contact with my warm skin, since my blouse rose higher than it was before his tickling experiment.
He froze above me and I sobered just as fast.
"What are we doing?" My voice was just above a whisper and it was already getting hoarse from my arousal.
"I have no idea sweetheart, but I don't want to stop. Do you?"
His voice was also a whisper, and I could see his question was sincere with a mix of fear of rejection written in his eyes.
But with his hands on my bare skin, I didn't have the strength to say no to him.
All I could think was more.
"Don't stop Craig. Please don't stop."
As soon as the words were out, his lips were on mine. And I knew at that moment.
I was screwed.
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