Chapter 33
Hardin's POV
Slamming the bathroom door shut as I fled from Jasmine was probably the wake up call that I needed to remind myself that I was falling into madness.
That I was probably losing my mind at this point and that it was only a matter of time before I sold my soul to the devil.
Because what had just happened between Jasmine and I was not fucking.
I fucked girls. So many of them. I made them feel good but never ever did I go out of my way to make them feel great or anything and it wasn't because I was not capable of it, but I didn't see the need to make them want to cling to me after it was said and done.
I didn't want to look into their eyes and see if they loved how I made them feel. I was not slow, soft or gentle. I was simply not what I had been with Jasmine minutes ago.
The worst part was that I had forgotten to use a condom even when I was not in a hurry.
And I had almost allowed myself to be carried away by the fact that I enjoyed what had happened.
I didn't dare call what I had done making love.
Or think about the fact that I had been ready to ignore that I was taking a risk by sleeping with my step sister without protection.
What would have happened if I had given in to the primal urge to fill her with my seed?
Jasmine was supposed to be the enemy. She was supposed to be the person I was most wary of.
My father adored her because she got good grades in school, was gentle and sweet and I was sure the fact that she was incredibly pretty like her mother was also an added fact.
It didn't even seem like he was bothered that his daughter was unable to shift into her wolf form, a situation that would have automatically called for ostracizing and yet he seemed to dote on her and treat her like an egg.
I was supposed to remember all of this and make sure that she didn't receive any kindness from me, especially because my father seemed to only look at me with disappointment.
Fighting the urge to stroke my cock in the shower was almost as impossible as getting thoughts of her out of my head and with a frustrated groan, I let myself cum thinking about her face as I beat my cock hard, hating how much power she suddenly had over me even though she didn't know it.
As I stepped out of the bathroom in a robe and headed to close the doors that led to my balcony, I saw some strange movement in the woods and I stepped out onto the balcony, narrowing my eyes further as I waited to see two people come into view.
It was the second figure that approached the hooded figure that had made me stop because I recognized that gait, that hair and that cloak.
It was Lisa, my aunt. I could not see the second person but I was sure that it was a man.
They stood there talking for several minutes and even though I could hear what their conversation was about, thanks to super hearing, nothing made any sense to me.
And then the man squeezed my aunt's hands or did he squeeze something inside? They were too far away, too shrouded in darkness for me to see what was going on.
But it made me suspicious as hell of my aunt.
I didn't know when everything changed from me supporting her in all of her antics since she came, especially because she never failed to remind me that it was all for me.
That she was doing everything that she did to Jasmine and her mother to protect me and my place as the only child of Russo Morales.
I wondered when I stopped wholeheartedly believing her and started becoming suspicious of her instead but my gut feeling was not wrong and there was something I was missing. A big picture.
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