My fucking stepsister.
The sexiest, most amazing, intoxicating person I’d ever met.
And I just claimed her innocence like a primitive beast on the floor of a kinky maze, the evidence still staining my cock.
And she had noidea it was me.
No regrets.
I was an idiot for not recognizing her sooner, but her damn eyes threw me off. I’d memorized her deep, darkbrowneyes, not the hazel ones that stared back at me tonight.
When I’d pushed her mask off and registered I was balls deep in the only thing I’d ever wanted more than oxygen, I nearly lost it.
At first, I was pissed at her, enraged my little stepsister had decided to let some stranger take her virginity in a damn maze at a kink club. I almost revealed myself just to embarrass the fuck out of her, to see her squirm and beg for me not to tell her mom. Then, I realized I’d been given a golden opportunity.
Fuck my sister out of my system and move the fuck on.
That was the plan, at least, until I watched her limp away from me with the security guard, and my stomach twisted at the loss of her presence.
One night wasn’t enough.
When the security guard escorted me to my car, once Avery had enough time to get a reasonable distance away from the club, he reminded me to obey the limits of the contract. That meant not trying to contact the woman I’d been paired up with, even if I ran into her in public.
I just smiled and nodded, but the poor guy had no idea the contract didn’t mean shit. Avery was my little kitty, my very own fucked up, dirty-minded stepsister with a hell of a lot of firsts I planned to claim for myself.
Once alone, I sent a quick text to my dad then drove back to my apartment, growing more anxious with every mile I put between me and my prey.
I only lived so far from her because of my sick obsession.
Her door was cracked like she didn’t care if someone found her.
It made me angry, thinking she was so reckless with something as sacred as her body. My dad could’ve been the one to catch her. That would have been a whole fiasco of chaos.
She was lucky it was me watching, my gaze glued to her, taking her reactions in.
Eyes closed.
Lips in an ‘o’.
One hand groped her breast; the other disappeared between her legs.
Her back bowed as she gasped, finding the perfect rhythm to work herself up to a climax.
I could have gotten her there easily, had her writhing under me while she moanedmyname. She didn’t have to do all the work herself. She could’ve just laid back and enjoyed it.
I leaned against the doorframe, careful not to disturb the door and startle her from her current task. I wasn’t about to miss this show.
My cock strained against my pants, reminding me how fucked up I was.
My stepsister.
She’dhated me ever since her tenth birthday, when our parents decided to surprise her with a new brother—like that was the best present a preteen girl could ever want.
The poor thing was horrified to find out my dad was marrying her mom and that we would all move in together like one big happy family.
She blamed me, blamed my dad, for ruining her family. With us in the picture, her mom and dad were never going to get back together.
I tried to be friends with her at our parents' request, but she never wanted anything to do with me. We remained distant, existing side by side yet never crossing paths.
