Chapter 22. Am I Your Stepdaughter or Your Slut?

Ava

I was still smirking at my phone when the door burst open, hitting the wall with a bang. I startled, nearly dropping my phone as I scrambled to sit up.

Adrian loomed in the doorway, eyes dark and predatory as they raked over me. He stepped inside, closing and locking the door behind him with deliberate slowness.

“Step away from any man who’s not me,” he said, voice low and dangerous.

I stared at him, mouth agape. “What the fuck, Adrian? What are you doing here? Trying to fuck me again? Huh, what am I? Your step daughter of your little slut?”

He crossed the room in three long strides, snatching my phone out of my hand and tossing it aside. It clattered to the floor, screen cracking.

“I said, step away.” He grabbed my arm, yanking me off the bed. I stumbled, catching myself on his chest.

“What the hell is wrong with you?” I hissed, shoving at his chest. He didn’t budge. “You can’t just barge in here like this.”

“I can and I di