But my feet moved anyway, carrying me back inside, sinking me to my knees beside the bed.
It was wrong. It was invasive. It was a betrayal.
And I still reached for the zipper.
The sound was soft but felt like a gun going off.
I peeled back the flap and froze.
First: the hoodie. Black. Heavy. Familiar.
Then: the boots. Scuffed exactly the way I remembered when he’d stalked toward me in the dark.
Then: the jeans. Dark, worn at the pockets.
And finally—
The mask.
Cold. Black. Unmistakable.
The one that had hovered over me. The one I’d stared into while adrenaline and lust twisted together in my bloodstream until I couldn’t tell which one would kill me first.
My breath stuttered, then vanished entirely.
Lex wasn’t just close to the truth.
Hewasthe truth.
The masked man I’d been fantasizing about…
The one who’d terrified me and touched me and made me feel things I still couldn’t name—
Was Lex.
My stepbrother.
And the floor didn’t just tilt—it disappeared beneath me entirely.
CHAPTER FOUR
LEX
Three weeks.
Three weeks since I ruined myself with one stupid, perfect, fucked-up decision.
Three weeks since I pulled that mask over my face, stalked Jamie through the dark like the nightmare he used to fear… and then watched him kneel for me like he was born to be only there.
On his knees. At my mercy. Willing to do anything I ask of him.
Three weeks since I felt his lips stretch around me, his throat fluttered when he tried—really tried—to take all of me. Thewet sounds. The tears that slipped down his cheeks. The way he choked, whimpered, pushed himself deeper because I told him to. The way he wouldn’t stop jerking his own cock, because of how excited he felt in that moment, not even knowing that it was his stepbrother that was using his mouth as his personal flashlight. And he was so eager to please me. Like a true cock-loving slut he is. But because of my girth no one is able to take all of me, but surprisingly, Jamie was the one that came the closest to doing so.
Christ.
I’d jerked off more in the last three weeks than I had in the last three years. And every damn time, it was the same loop of images:
Jamie on the rug.
