Your hands were in his. His lips were on yours. Tongues danced. The sound of lips mingled with soft moans. Hands began to wander everywhere.

You gently broke away from the kiss. Saliva formed a fragile bridge between his lips and yours. Your lips were swollen, your faces flushed.

Alex gently caressed your cheek with his calloused thumb, then kissed it. He gave a warm smile, then softly pulled you into an embrace. He buried his face in the hollow of your neck. His hands tightened around your waist. A cold sigh escaped him, making your body tense.

"Mom and Dad won't be home until tonight," he whispered softly against your skin. He lifted his head from your neck, cupped your chin with one hand, and gave a small smile. "What do you say we have some fun?" He then ran his tongue over his lip before kissing you again. This time, it was soft and silent.

But you placed your hands on his shoulders and pushed. "Ah... stop..." you said, pulling away, your voice a trembling whisper.

He froze. His eyes widened slightly before turning cold. He also moved away from you. "Fine. I get it..." He paused, tilting his head slightly. "So you don't want to kiss your stepbrother? You'd rather kiss strangers, is that it?" His tone was...mocking and slightly unsteady. It felt like you had to answer. As if he wanted you to understand. To understand that you belong to him. From the day he met you. When you laughed, that feeling, that warmth, transferred to him. When you comforted him with your soft, gentle voice—a voice he'd rather hear moaning. When you smiled. When you were happy. He wanted you to be sad, wilted, and tearful. He wanted you to be only his... and now.

You leaned quietly against the window, your head down, fingers fidgeting with the edge of the sleeve of your pink blouse. Then you gently tucked a stray strand of hair behind your ear and said softly, "That's not it... but I don't want to, I don't want to kiss you. That's all."

He smirked and raised an eyebrow. "Oh, really?" he grumbled under his breath. With firm, cold steps, he closed the distance between you, making your heartbeat quicken and your body tremble!

"If that's how it is," he said, then grabbed your waist and pulled you toward him. He pressed his forehead against yours. His cool, uneven breaths mingled with your warm, shaky ones, creating a dangerous, palpable heat.

"I guess I'll have to make you understand who you belong to."