I didn’t even look at Theo. I just made a beeline for my car. I wasn’t in control anymore. I was on autopilot, and the destination was set to Rafael.
Rafael
I awoke with a fully loaded rifle between my legs and one target on my mind: Cody’s asshole. I couldn’t stop thinking about the way he bent over and slid off his boxers, and I wanted to see it again.
Hank and Jill were at a farmers’ market or some bullshit. Cody must have run off, but, being the good boy he was, he came running when I texted him.
I knew I had him wrapped around my finger.
It hadn’t been my intention to mess with him again so soon, but the power I felt the night before was undeniable. Watching him fall to pieces in the shower was just too fucking good. There was something especially satisfying about seeing Cody lose control. I didn’t know why I loved it so much. Maybe it was the simple fact that he was Hank’s stepson, or perhaps it was because it was just so fucking wrong. I was corrupting him—turning him into a little dick slut right under Hank and Jill’s noses.
I felt like the villain in some after-school special.Cody had it all going for him: straight A student, a hockey player, a loving son. Then he met…RAFAEL! *cue dramatic music*
That’s when it all fell apart. Cody became a slut! A harlot! He missed class. He skipped practice. He turned his back on his mother. All because his stepbrother’s cock was just that fucking good.
I laughed like a maniac when I heard the car pull into the driveway. I looked out the window, and there he was—all stiff and flustered. I could see the war that was raging in his head.But I hate him! What am I doing?Blah, blah, blah.
The front door closed, so I greeted the little Golden Boy downstairs. His eyes met mine as I made my descent.
“Rafael. Look, I—”
“Shut the fuck up,” I snapped. I stalked across the living room, closing the distance between us. “Where were you?” I asked.
Cody blinked. The question had caught him off guard. “I-I went out.”
“Yeah, no fuck, you went out. With whom?”
“Um…Theo.”
I folded my arms across my chest. “Did I say you could go out? Did you ask me?”
His face turned bright red. “I don’t have to ask you.”
Mmm, that was the answer I wanted.Let’s whip this boy into shape.“Oh, yeah? You don’t, huh?”
Cody’s breath accelerated, and his eyes couldn’t stop blinking, as if looking at me hurt. “Yeah. Why do I need to ask you?”
I cocked my head to the side, feigning like he asked the most idiotic question in the world. “Because I own you.”
That pissed him off. Oh, he looked so indignant. He huffed and puffed and wanted to spit out something hateful, but I stopped him mid-thought when I pressed my lips against his ear and whispered, “Take your fucking clothes off.”
Cody turned white. His eyes fluttered, and his breathing all but stopped. There was that war in his head again, raging with cannons and tanks and a bitchy general with Jill’s voice begging him not to sully his sweet, good-natured soul.Too late.
“I won’t ask again, Cody.” I continued. “You want it. I know you do.” I leaned back so he could see my shit-eating grin. “And you know you do too.”
His eyes—God, they looked so vulnerable. He wanted so badly to hate me, but he knew I was right. He wanted this. Bad.
“Now, be a good boy and take off those stupid fucking clothes.”
Cody’s eyes squeezed shut. He swallowed, his Adam’s apple bobbing, and began unbuttoning his shirt.
I knew I’d prevail.
His shirt fell to the ground, revealing his big chest and chiseled arms. The veins on his forearms flexed as he undid his belt and zipper, then slid the pants down.
He had on a goofy pair of boxer briefs with palm trees. It was all too perfect.Hewas too perfect. Everything about him was made for a teenage sitcom, and here I was turning him into a fucking whore in his parents’ living room. I loved it.
Cody stood before me, completely naked. His chest rose and fell as he awaited my next order.
