23. SOUR DESIRE.

ANASTASIA’S POV “Kenny is your guest,” he said, his voice dangerously low and calm. “It’s up to you to let her stay. Unless…” His fingers slid higher up my arm. “Unless you want her to know how good you get fucked by your cousin. You want her to hear you scream my name?” My breath stuttered, and I looked up at him. Those green eyes, usually soft when they found me, looked like shattered glass now. He was furious but underneath it, I could feel the heat of something else. Was he mad at me too? Well, I was mad at him for kissing Vanessa. “Tell her to leave. Immediately,” he finished, stepping back and walking out of the kitchen. I stayed where I was for a moment, trying to let my heart crawl back to its place. My palms pressed flat against the wall, and I forced a smile onto my face before walking back out to Kenny. “Let’s have lunch after work, huh? It’s on me,” I said lightly, my voice steadier than I felt. “I guess he’s really mad. What did Vanessa do though?” Kenny asked, her eyes