He Only Wanted His Foster Sister, Yet Burned For Me Instead Chapter 06

He Only Wanted His Foster Sister, Yet Burned For Me Instead Chapter 06

Tristan turned his remarkably handsome face to the side, a dark, unreadable storm brewing in his eyes. I had put everything into that slap, leaving my own palm tingling and slightly numb.

“First of all, you don’t glare at your master,” I whispered coldly. “A dog doesn’t have the right to

refuse.”

“Second-”

I pinched Tristan’s chin, forcing his head up, and bit into the side of his neck with ruthless force.

“I hate Beef Wellington, I hate roasted asparagus, and I absolutely despise glazed pork ribs. You belong entirely to me. I loathe every single thing you personally cook for anyone else.”

A bright red, bleeding crescent of teeth marks materialized against his pale skin.

“You’re unhinged!” he rasped, glaring at me with pure resentment. “I’m a grown man with an independent life. I am not your dog!”

Yet, his body betrayed him, pressing hard and heavy against my thigh.

“Mm.”

I let out a flat, indifferent hum and brought up the video on my phone.

“You’re absolutely right, Tristan. If you want to make our relationship public, I don’t mind at all.”

The fight instantly drained out of him.

Tristan let out a heavy, defeated sigh, “Maeve, this is wrong. You’re still young-only eighteen. You consistently rank in the top ten of our grade. You could go to an incredible college. You have a brilliant future ahead of you. Why would you throw it away on something like this?”

His brows were knit tightly, looking every bit the deeply pained elder watching a child lose their way. But the reality was, he was only three years older than me.

I lowered my head, feigning a perfect look of shame.

“… If I change my ways right now, will you hold it against me, Tristan?”

Tristan let out a visible breath, his tense features softening into a relieved smile.

“I’m Hilary’s brother, which makes me your brother too. A brother will always forgive his little

sister.”

Liar. Just yesterday he had snarled that Hilary was his only sister.

“Fine, I get it.”

I sat up, straddling his lap, and pressed both palms against his firm chest, squeezing slightly.

My voice was entirely devoid of emotion as I commanded: “Then show your little sister some love.

Go down on me.”

A violent crimson flush exploded from the boy’s collarbone to his ears. I couldn’t tell if he was

completely mortified or just consumed by pure rage.

“Maeve Vance, are you screwing with me?”

I arched my foot, dragging my bare toes suggestively along his leg. “I didn’t give you any drugs

today, yet look at you-”

I cast my eyes down, taking in his handsome, thoroughly undone face that had turned a dark,

furious red from being caught in the act.

I let out a soft chuckle. “Just admit it, Tristan. You’re enjoying this just as much as I am.”

The streaming chat scrolled by at a frantic pace:

[Why am I suddenly finding the male lead and the second female lead incredibly hot together? The

male lead already has a high drive, and now that he’s tasted her, he’s completely addicted. His

mouth says no but his body says yes-she is literally making him cooperate like a dog.]

[Someone get the braindead commenter above me some medical help. What kind of delusional fever dream are you having?]

[Seriously, seeing the second female lead on screen with the male lead makes my blood boil. How is she any different from a home-wrecker? Disgusting bitch! Sickening!]

[Girls, don’t panic! The second the male lead steps out of the bedroom, he’s going to run right into the little surprise the female lead set up for him-]

Out on the living room couch, Julian Vance had his fingers hooked under Hilary Sterling’s chin, the two of them locked in a heavy, breathless make-out session.

Tristan cast a brief, cold glance in their direction, pulling his zipper all the way up to hide the

bleeding bite mark on his neck.

He turned his attention back to me. “Is your ankle really okay? Let me drive you home.”

[Guys, the female lead was just using camera angles! They weren’t actually kissing, her lips didn’t even touch his.]

[Ugh, I live for the trope of the stoic, older male lead losing his mind with jealousy… Waft, why isn’t he reacting at all? He looks like he’s still completely dazed from that slap the second female lead

gave him. His expression is so blank.]

[Why! The! Fuck! Is! He! Checking! On! The! Second! Female! Lead!]

[Lmfao, the male lead is wilding. Everyone who was shipping the official couple, get ready to drop

this book.]