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There are voices around us. Someone’s screaming for someone to stop. I think it might be Blaise’s girlfriend. Maybe she’s being choked the fuck out, the same way I’m choking her boyfriend out with my dick.

I force my way deeper, feeling his throat contracting around me. His eyes are watering, and I want to take a picture so I can show him. I could use it as blackmail the next time he tries to use my mom against me, the conniving little bastard.

Rage consumes me, thinking of all the times he’s made me look like the bad guy to our parents, and I grab both sides of his head and roughly fuck his mouth, reveling in the sound of him gagging and gasping around my thickness.

Is it bad that Allie doesn’t make me feel this way? This fucking feral while getting a blowjob? I’m like an animal as I completely ruin him until his hands slide from my thighs, giving up as I control his head.

I don’t think he’s breathing, but his eyes stay glued to my mask. I guess he’s still somehow alive as I repeatedly slam into his mouth.

Another scream from behind, too far away to see what I’m doing to Blaise, so I go faster, harder, feeling the swollen crown bruising the back of his throat until I’m seeing stars.

My head falls back, elongating my neck as I grit out a moan.

The muscles in my thighs bunch as I try to stay at this fast pace, faltering as he whimpers and chokes around my cock. I clench my jaw, groaning as the tightness around my balls gets too much.

Fuck.

Fucking fuck.

I swear through my mask as I still, robbing him of air as I keep my cock buried deep. My cum leaks down his throat in spurts until my vision blurs, and I nearly lose my balance.

He drinks every drop, his wet eyes on my mask as I stay in position, my fingers digging into his skull until I pull out of his mouth and shove him back.

Blaise doesn’t get a second to catch up on reality before I drive my fist into his face, knocking him out.

Stepping away, I stuff my cock back into my pants, breathless, my chest heaving as I try to figure out what the fuck I’ve just done. Blaise is unconscious in the dirt with my cum coating his throat, and I don’t regret it.

I’ve never been interested in a guy. Not that I’m interested in this asshole – I just wanted to ruin him and my cock got in the way.

Blaise’s pants are completely tented. It seems my stepbrother liked sucking dick. I can see the wet patch through the material from the moon’s glow cracking through the tree canopy.

I chuckle deeply to myself, shaking my head as I turn and leave him in the middle of the woods, officially done with this fucking game.

S

calding 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.