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Chapter 3

Blaise's POV

Scalding water pours down my back as I stare down at my engorged dick that’s bobbing against my wet stomach. It’s been rock hard since that night, when I was chased down by some masked stranger as part of a game and forced to choke on his dick while mayhem ensued all around us, like a twisted symphony of terror. I can still feel my knees sinking into the soft grass, its earthy scent clogging my nostrils. Power thrummed through him as he ripped off my mask.

While I kneeled before him, my heart thrashed madly behind my ribs. He hesitated, and that moment of hesitation, the slight hitch in his breath, made my dick weep behind my zipper.

“Fuck,” I mutter, grasping my veiny length and giving it a firm stroke.

I’ve lost count of how long I’ve been in this fucking shower, tormented by memories of that night.

I’m not gay.

So, I might have a secret obsession with my stepbrother, but that doesn’t make me gay…right?

Besides, I don’t know where the hell he was while I was choking on a stranger’s dick and loving every twisted minute.

Note to self: New kink unlocked.

Well, until he knocked me out with a single punch.

My obsession with my stepbrother has been a thing of mysteries, never this…tangible as it is now while I drag my thumb over the crown of my cock.

A groan reverberates through me, and I drop my chin to my chest. Fuck, I want a repeat. Only this time, I want my stepbrother in the stranger’s place – his fingers digging into the side of my skull.

I’d do anything to see him unleash his inner demons and allow them out to cause a little havoc with mine.

Despite what he likes to think, we’re not that dissimilar. His violent tendencies and my darker desires circle each other every time we’re in a room together.

Pleasure ripples down my spine, and my abs contract as I visualize my stepbrother’s cruel smirk.

While I’ve always been dominant with my girlfriend, never one to offer up my control freely, it’s different with Cole. His overpowering presence leaves no room for anything but complete submission.

With a predator like him, my power is found in my submission. If I push back, I lose. However, if I willingly sacrifice myself to his hunger for anarchy and complete destruction, he loses.

Though he may think he’s the one in complete control, the mask slips when he gives in to those carnal urges.

I haven’t succeeded yet, but I will.

My balls draw up tight, and I bite down hard on my lip. The water is slowly turning cold, raising goosebumps on my reddened skin while I jerk my cock as though I have a vendetta against it.

I’m so damn horny, and nothing can satisfy this growing need that’s festering inside me⁠—

A slender arm slides around my waist, and I stiffen as Mia trails her lips over my back. “You should have woken me up. I could take care of you.”

Gnashing my teeth, I bite back a curse and slowly turn to face her. As she smiles up at me, the cold water hardens her rosy nipples.

She reaches for my dick. “What were you fantasizing about that’s made you so hard, baby?”

Her voice is all wrong.

Where Cole has hard muscles and rippling abs, she has soft curves.

Where Cole is sharp angles and vicious glares, she’s sweet smiles and peals of laughter.

My cock threatens to deflate as she drops to her knees.

I try so fucking hard to get into it, but this position fails to scratch the itch even as I bury my fingers in her damp locks.

The only person who could satisfy it is blasting music across the hallway like a fucking asshole.

My eyes fall shut, and I force myself to focus on her mouth around my cock. Her head bobs in my hands, and she moans, but no matter how much I try, I can’t come.

I just fucking can’t.

Not like this, and certainly not with her.

“What’s wrong?” she asks in a broken voice as I exit the shower.

Icy panic crawls up my legs and clenches my abdominals while I scrub my hair with a towel, blocking her out behind me.

Why does she have to be so good and pure?

I crave mayhem and darkness.

“Talk to me, baby.”

I tie the towel around my waist and then drag my hand through my ruffled hair, smoothing it down. “Nothing is wrong. I’m just not in the mood.”

Lies. My cock aches; it’s that damn hard.

Mia continues watching me with her doe eyes, but I don’t look at her again as I exit the bathroom.

Her steps follow me into the bedroom, and she stays silent while I pull a T-shirt over my head.

After locating my jeans on the floor, I drop the towel and shove my foot through the pant leg.

“You’re still hard.”

Don’t I know it?

“Your point?”

“Why won’t you let me make you feel good?”

Sighing, I zip up my pants and then meet her worried eyes.

A part of me wants to reassure her and tell her everything is fine, like I always do when she gets in one of these moods. But I just don’t have it in me right now, confused by my stormy emotions. Nothing is clear-cut.

Pausing, I let my eyes drift down her naked, wet body.

Her perfect curves would drive any man crazy, so why could I take it or leave it? Why am I not on my knees, worshiping her pink cunt and making her moan my name?

Why do I feel this inexplicable pull toward my stepbrother’s room?

It’s all fucked up.

My secret fixation on him shouldn’t bleed into my reality.

She turns away from me, and the relief I feel is immense.

Blowing out a breath, I drag a hand down my face, then snatch my phone off the dresser.

My brows furrow as I read over a text from an unknown number.

Unknown: My dick begs for more when I think of you on your knees, and your mouth stuffed with my cum.

Heart in my throat, I type out a reply.

Me: Who’s this?

His response is immediate.

Unknown: Your worst nightmare.

Mia walks past me in a cloud of perfume and hurt feelings, her shoulder brushing my chest. “Are you coming or not?”

I look up from the screen, only to be met by her arched brow. My cock twitches inside its denim confines as the phone burns my hand. I pocket it, then hold the door open for her. “After you.”

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