Novel-novel oleh wisdomkaye584

BLAISE“Kiss me, Cole,” Allie’s voice drifts through the door, and I fist my hands, ear pressed to the wood. “I’ve missed you. Did you miss me?”I can’t hear Cole’s response, my brows knitting together as I strain to listen. Are they kissing? Does he want her?I grind my teeth, cursing myself for hovering outside my brother’s bedroom door like a peeping Tom, but my skin crawls at the thought of his girlfriend anywhere near him after the way he looked at me from beneath his heavy lids in the shower. I can’t stop thinking about his soaked hair plastered to his forehead or how the water beaded on his lips, a droplet clinging to the end of his nose while he stroked his hard dick. Fuck me... I’m ruined after seeing him wet and horny, surrounded by steam. The way he stared at me as he pleasured himself, trying to reach a high that seemed far away until I curled my fingers around his wrist.He didn’t stop me.I should have stayed away, but I didn’t.Despite my better judgment, I reach for th

Mom has set a spread for breakfast like she does every weekend morning. If she’s not at work on the ward at our local hospital, she’s in the kitchen with her cookbooks and enjoying every second of it.My stepdad stares at me from across the table. “Where were you last night?”I raise a brow. “Samson’s, why?”“We heard the front gates opening in the middle of the night.”Dropping my gaze to my plate, I shrug. “Wasn’t me.”The table shakes as his hand slams down on the surface. “Don’t lie, boy.”“Gavin,” Mom scolds. “He said it wasn’t him.”“Well, it wasn’t my son.”He likes to point out on the regular that Blaise is his son, that I am not anything of biology to him, and that he has a strong bad taste toward me. He thinks I’m my dad. I look like him, and apparently, I’m going to grow up to act like him too.If I ever become a family man, the last thing in the entire world I’d do is abuse them. I wouldn’t force my son to drink gasoline and make him puke it back up, and I wouldn’t make my

COLEThe ringing of my phone wakes me from my deep sleep, and I wince when I try to move, my body battered and bruised from last night’s antics.Everything is tight and tense, and so is my rigid cock standing to attention beneath my duvet, straining in my pants.I shove my hand south and fix it to a comfortable position, groaning from the tingling sensation. I didn’t get off last night. My full attention was on Blaise and making sure I owned full dominance.I think, deep down, I didn’t want to dominate him – wearing the mask and hiding who I was just made it that bit easier to breathe.What exactly was it I wanted? To beat Blaise? To touch him?No.I’m just confused with the way I’m feeling. Allie claims to love me, yet spreads her legs for anyone and everyone, and then Blaise is just…everywhere.Another buzz from my bedside, and I sigh and rub my hand down my face. I need to go back to sleep, I’m exhausted.With one eye open, I reach for my phone, rejecting the call from Allie. It’s

“Where are you going?” he shouts as I scale a bench, and the sound of his voice sends me crashing to the dirty floor between two rows.I wince in pain, clutching my elbow. Fuck me, that hurt! My chest shakes with silent laughter. How the hell did I find myself trapped in a lecture hall by a fucking madman whose cock I’ve sucked?Grabbing hold of the nearest seat, I pull myself up, grimacing as pain jabs at my skull. I’ll feel fantastic tomorrow.I breathe through gritted teeth, my eyes tracking his every move while I try to gain control of my body. There are two more rows behind me. If I’m quick, I might reach the doors at the top.When he’s at the end of my row, I swallow down a spike of exhilaration, watching him approach. Dark eyes peer at me through his mask. He takes his sweet time, one booted step in front of the other, his black jeans straining against his muscular legs.Kneeling on the floor with my injured elbow clasped tightly against my heaving chest, I bare my bloodied tee

BLAISE''Such a good fucking boy.”Fuck me dead. Those whispered words and the anger they evoked when he used them as a weapon to taunt me drove me mad, but not only that—desire licked over my heated skin beneath my soaked clothes.Trapped in my pants, my cock pulses as I sprint down the hallway like my life depends on it, pushing myself more than I ever have on the football field.My boots thunder on the floor, and my legs pump harder and faster. Beneath the consuming fear and anticipation burns a fire that sets me alight. I’m alive.I go flying around the corner, colliding with the wall opposite, my shoulder taking the brunt of the impact. The pain barely registers. My head already throbs from the blow that sent me flying into the swimming pool. I didn’t see it coming, and that’s what’s so fucking thrilling. I felt his hard dick grind against my ass back there, his fingers twitching in my hair, the barely restrained control behind every breath.Expecting him close on my heel, I thro

I stare at my phone, my knee bouncing, needing to get rid of this anger, but punching a bag or hitting the gym did nothing to lessen my rage.Mom texted me earlier, asking me to leave Blaise and his girlfriend alone, and that, with the combination of his words earlier and the way he spoke to me the other morning, I’m about to snap.Maybe I already snapped?I type the message out four times, deleting it each time, lying back on my bed and listening to how loud Blaise’s TV is. Mia is in there. I can hear her giggling, and I want to break through his door, tell her to fuck off, and punch Blaise so damn hard, he passes out.The white mask and black hoodie I got from Samson sit on my bedside cabinet. I had a plan. But now I think I might kill him instead.Fuck it.I type out the message I’ve been desperate to send.Me: Wanna know who I am? Meet me at the college’s swimming pool at 7 tonight or everyone will see our text messages. I’m sure your girlfriend would be thrilled to know how much