Stepbrother Protects (His Twisted Game Book Six) (5 page)

He leaned down so that his body was on
top of mine, and he held my hip with one hand while he pulled my hair with the
other.
 
“I own you.”

I moaned as he pushed harder against my
ass crack.

“Say it.”

“You own me.”

“Again.”

“You own me, Cole.”

“Again.”

“You own me.”
 

He pushed harder against my bare
buttocks, rubbing his dick against my hole before pulling it back and shoving
it hard into my pussy.
 
I’d been so
focused on him trying to fuck my ass that I gasped from the pleasure of him
filling my center.

He stayed buried all the way in the
pussy, not moving, before he finally pulled back and slapped my ass.
 
A stinging pain spread through my skin,
and I whimpered.
 
He slapped me
again, this time on the other cheek.

I knew I would have red marks there
tomorrow, and it excited me, to think about Cole’s handprints branding me.

He started thrusting harder, the
intensity increasing as he began really railing me. My tits bounced and rubbed
against the ceramic, my nipples brushing against the hard surface of the hot
tub.

I moaned as he pummeled me, and he
smacked my ass, so hard I cried out.

“Shh,” he said.
 
“Quiet, baby girl.
 
You don’t want anyone to hear us, do you?”
 
His tone was
teasing,
like he knew
there was no way I was going to be able to stay quiet.

And he was right.
 
I couldn’t stay quiet.
 
I squealed and moaned from pleasure,
until finally Cole put his hand over my mouth, silencing me, using his grip on
me for leverage as he pumped inside of me.

You own me,
I thought.
 
You own my soul, my thoughts, my pussy,
my
body.
 
The thought of it, along
with his hardness filling my pussy to the hilt, pushed me over the edge.

I came, struggling against his hand on my
mouth as my center convulsed all over his dick.

As soon as I was done, I collapsed
against the side of the hot tub.
 
But Cole wasn’t done with me.

He flipped me over and then stood
up.
 
He reached down and grabbed my
chin and forced me to look up at him, and then he held his dick in his
hand.
 
“Open.”

I opened my mouth and put my tongue out,
letting him slide his cock over my tongue.
 
He grabbed the back of my head, pushing me down on his dick,
making me deep throat him.

“I’m
gonna
come
on you, baby,” he growled.
 
“Keep
sucking me like that.”

I kept sucking, but it was more like he
was fucking my face.
 
He held the
back of my head and pushed me into him, choking me.

Finally, when I felt like I couldn’t
breathe, he pulled out.

I gasped for breath as he grinned down at
me.

“Look up at me, baby girl.”

I looked up at him and opened my mouth
obediently.

He stroked his shaft over my face until
he exploded a second later, shooting me with a hot, sticky load of his
cum.
 
It hit my tongue, my cheeks,
and my lips.
 
Rope after rope of it
dripped over my skin and slid down over my neck.

“Fuck,” Cole groaned.
 
“Shit, you look good covered in my
cum.”

I watched as he reached over and grabbed
his cell phone from where it was sitting on the side of the tub.
 
He snapped a picture of me, all wet and
sticky and covered in him.

“Now I can see you like that anytime I
want, baby,” he said.

I licked my lips, enjoying the taste of
him as the warm liquid slid down my throat.
 

 
“Come on,” Cole said, grabbing my hand.
 
“Let’s get you clean.”

***

He took me to the shower, where he rubbed
me down with body wash and shampooed and conditioned my hair.
 
He was gentle with me, his hands moving
over my body softly, his mouth placing tiny little butterfly
kisses
on my wet skin.

When we were done showering, he dried me
off with a fluffy towel and sat me down on the bed.

“You need to eat something,” he said.

 
I was shocked to realize I was starving.
 

He crossed the room to where our
suitcases were sitting by the door and rummaged through his bag.
 
He pulled out a clean t-shirt and then
pulled it over his head.
 
His pecs
flexed, and I let my eyes wander over his body, counting his ab muscles until I
got to six.
 

I sighed in relaxed pleasure, then stood
up and walked over until I got to my own backpack, the one I’d brought from
Jersey.
 
I unzipped it and started
looking for something to wear.

“No.”
 
Cole pulled my towel off of me, tossing it away from me and
onto the floor.
 
“I like you
naked.”

I rolled my eyes.
 
“I can’t stay naked all the time.”

“If I say you will, you will.”
 
He grabbed my wrists and kissed me hard
and deep.
 
“Avery,” he said when he
pulled away.
 
He pushed my hair
away from my forehead.
 
“I’m sorry
that happened tonight.
 
I’m sorry
that…” He trailed off and swallowed.
 
I could tell his was hard for him, having to talk about how he
felt.
 
“I’m sorry you had to deal
with that.”

“It’s okay.”
 

“I’m going to protect you.”
 
He pulled me close to him, and I
snuggled against his chest, inhaling the fresh scene of his laundry detergent
and the shampoo we’d both just used.
 
“I’m going to take care of you.
 
I promise.”
 
He kissed me on
the top of my head.
  
“Now I’m
going to go get us some food.
 
Stay
here, and keep the door locked, okay?”

I nodded, and a second later, he was
gone.

I sighed and threw myself down on the
bed, my heart pounding.

I couldn’t believe what I’d just done
with my stepbrother.

I own you, Avery
, he’d said.
 
Say it.

And I’d said it.
 
I wanted him to own me, wanted him to
take me, to do whatever he wanted to me.
 
I blushed as I remembered his dick pushing up against my ass, how I’d
wanted him to take me there, how he’d covered me with his cum and then taken a
picture of me all sticky.

I couldn’t believe I’d let him do that!

Now that I had a chance to clear my head,
anxiety filled my body.

I remembered what my mom had said about
Cole being dangerous. About him doing something so terrible she couldn’t tell
even tell me what it was.

But that was impossible – my mom
was just trying to protect Gordon, and she wanted me to come home.
 

Why, though?
 
Why would my mom want to get me away from Cole so badly
unless she really did know something horrible about him?
 
Just a few days ago she wanted me out
of the house for good, had told me I couldn’t come back.

No, I told myself.
 
I wasn’t going to doubt Cole.

I was falling in love with him.

A strange sensation spread through my
body as I thought about the fact that I was falling in love with my
stepbrother.
 

Love.

It was such a strong word, and it scared
me.
 
How could I love someone I
could never really be with?

Not only was he my stepbrother,
but
he had too many secrets.
 
Even if I didn’t believe anything my mother said, what about
the police who’d shown up at his office asking me about Cole’s criminal record
I knew nothing about?
 
What about
how he wouldn’t tell me anything?

I pushed the thoughts out of my head,
then
wandered into the bathroom to get dressed.
 
I knew Cole liked me naked, but it was
damn cold in here, and if he wanted to get me naked, he was gong to have to
strip me down later.
 
I shivered at
the thought.

I dressed in a pair of pajama pants and a
t-shirt,
then
started searching around for a hair
dryer.

I finally found one in the bottom drawer
of the sink, and I pulled it out.

I frowned.
 
It was pink.
 
What the hell was Cole doing with a pink hair dryer?
 
Maybe it had come with the room, I told
myself.
 
But even as I was saying
it, I knew it wasn’t true.

It must have been someone else’s.

Lucy’s.

Her name vibrated through my brain.
 
Her long dark hair, her perfect body,
her
straight white teeth – everything about her was
gorgeous.
 
A flash of her in this
room with Cole, out on balcony in his hot tub, flashed through my mind.

Had he done the same things to her that
he’d done to me?

I own you.

Did he own Lucy too?

I stood up, and as I did, I noticed a
post-it note on the counter.

C –

I had a great time with you at the
shoot today.
 
Thanks
for letting me come over
,
it was amazing
.

Xxo,

~L

My breath caught in my chest.

The photo shoot.

It had just been yesterday.

And Cole had brought Lucy back here to do
God knows what.

Hot tears burned in my eyes, and a knot
formed in my stomach.

I put the hair dryer back where I’d found
it and then took the post-it note from where it was sitting on the sink.
 
Then I walked back out into the room
and sat down on the bed.

When Cole got here, I would ask him about
the note.

And this time, I was going to demand
answers.
 

About everything.

My eyes fell on his suitcase.
 
It was still open, a jumble of clothes
peeking out of the top. But there was something else peeking out of Cole’s
bag
, too -- a sheaf of papers, folded carefully in half.

The papers Cole had stolen from Gordon’s
office earlier.

They had to be.

My heart pounded in my chest.
 
I walked over and pulled them out of
the suitcase.
 
To look at them
would be a violation of Cole’s privacy, a violation of the trust between us.

What trust?
 
He doesn’t trust you at all.
 
Otherwise he would tell you what the hell was going on in
his life.

My mom’s words echoed in my head again.

He’s done bad things, Avery.
 
Unspeakable things.

I took a deep breath.

Then I unfolded the papers and began to read.

END OF STEPBROTHER
PROTECTS.
 

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