They might be twins, but Priss isn’t her sister and as she sits primly down on one of the couches I’m reminded of their differences once again. Silently I unload the bags of food onto the coffee table, handing her juice to her and motioning to the food. “Dig in.”
A look of panic flashes in her eyes, but it’s gone just as quickly as I watch her assess the table full of food in front of us. “The pancakes are the only things I recognize and I can’t eat them,” she says, that all too familiar disgust filled tone coming back to life.
“Why not?” I ask.
“I just can’t,” she snaps, taking a tentative sip of her juice.
“Because your mom told you you’ll explode if you eat carbs?” I say with a snicker. The silence that follows is telling and I can’t help but shake my head in disgust. Stabbing a forkful of pancake, I dip it into the pot of maple syrup and hold it up to Priss’s lips. “Try it, I dare you,” I say with a mocking raise of my brows.
For a second she freezes, not moving, then I see anger ignite within her. I don’t know if it’s the mocking, or the fact that I dared her, but her lips part and she opens her mouth eating the food from my fork.
I watch as she chews, her eyes falling shut as the most seductive moan comes from her.
Fuck. Swallowing thickly I wait, desperate to hear the sound again, but it doesn’t come. “More?” I say, not sure if I’m begging her to make the sound again or if I’m offering her more food, but either way when she nods, I cut off more pancake and drown it in syrup before holding it up to her lips again.
When she moans again, I swear I almost come in my pants. I shouldn’t be this turned on, fully dressed, with a girl I hate, but I am and I need more. Cutting off some waffle I stab a strawberry and feed that to her next, watching as the syrup makes her lips shiny and wishing I could lick it off.
Over and over I feed her bites of all of the different foods, loving how she reacts to them like she’s never experienced them before. It’s somehow one of the most erotic experiences of my life. Between each forkful I bring to her lips, I take one for myself, sharing a fork with her and wishing I could taste her on my lips.
“No more, I’m full,” she says as I stab some bacon.
“You sure?”
“I’m sure. It’s going to take me days to burn off all the calories,” she cries, as a bright, almost unrecognizable smile graces her full lips.
“Never regret enjoying food Priss, it’s one of life’s great pleasures,” I say, wiping a shiny pebble of syrup from her lip with my thumb and immediately sucking it into my mouth.
Her eyes widen and her tongue bobs out, sliding over her bottom lip, tasting where I just touched her.
“What did you want to talk to me about Carrigan?” I ask, clearing my throat and trying to ignore the lust that’s hanging between us.
Her expression instantly sobers and I wish I hadn’t said anything, because a mask settles into place over her. The sweet girl enjoying foods her evil mother won’t let her eat disappears, leaving the evil twin in her place.
“I want to break the will,” she says quickly, her fingers linked together modestly in her lap.
“Okay, do you have a new idea on how we can get around your parents paying off the teachers?” I ask, unsure why she needed to have this conversation away from her sister and the others.
“No. But I know what else I can do that’ll end all of this,” she says, her gaze fixed on her hands, pointedly avoiding looking at my face.
“Priss look at me when you’re talking to me,” I demand.
Her chin snaps up and her eyes lock with mine.
“Thank you. Now explain. What can you do that’ll break the will?”
“I want you to have sex with me.”
4
Carrigan
“I want you to have sex with me.” Even as the words are coming out of my mouth I can’t believe I’m actually saying them, and least of all to Carson Windsor. For the last four years I’ve had it drilled into me that having sex before my wedding night would literally ruin my life, my parents’ life, and my entire future. But here I am now asking a guy, I don’t even particularly like, to take my virginity.
“What?” he says, actually jolting away from me, the shock and disgust obvious in his voice.
“I have to be a virgin when I get married, if I’m not I forfeit the inheritance and this is over. Done in a matter of minutes,” I say, trying to sound confident and pragmatic, and not like this is as big a deal as it actually is to me.
Despite it being one of the clauses of the will, I actually like the idea of only ever having sex with my husband, but I need to get over that unless I want to end up married to Rupert Overston. My skin actually crawls as I think about letting Rupert touch me, the man repulses me and I’ll never, never, agree to marry him, no matter how much money I’ll inherit by doing it.
“Is this a joke?” Carson demands, in that tone he keeps using that instantly makes me want to do whatever he tells me to.
“No,” I say, shaking my head to emphasize the word.
“You want me to fuck you?”
Flinching at the word fuck, I close my eyes
