MasukGabriel's POV It's been exactly six hours since we got back from class. Six hours of Derek's torture. I wasn't even safe from him in class talk more of his house. Urghhh I hate my life.I stared at the little plastic case sitting on the table like it was a live bomb. Lenses. Derek had bought them before we even left the campus. He didn't ask, he just handed them to me with that look that said I didn't have a choice. I wondered why he got them himself, Janet was suppose to give me one herself."I can't do this, Derek," I whispered, my hands shaking as I looked at the tiny, wet circles. "I have never worn these. I will poke my eye out.""Sit," he commanded.He didn't wait. He sat me down on the edge of the bed and leaned over me, his face so close I could see the individual flecks of ice in his irises. He used his thumb and forefinger to pry my eyelid open. It felt invasive. It felt like he was peeling back my skin."I want you to see Donald’s face clearly, Gabe," he whispered, his bre
Gabriel's POV The car ride was a nightmare. Derek drove with one hand on the wheel and the other shoved right between my thighs, his palm heavy and hot against my lap. I tried to shift, to press my knees together and scoot toward the door, but he didn’t even flinch. He just kept his hand there, marking me like I was some piece of property he didn’t want sliding off the seat. I stared out the window, watching the campus buildings blur past, feeling sick.When we got out, I tried to bolt. I just wanted to get to class, to disappear into a crowd of people who didn’t know anything about me. But I didn't even get five steps."Don't run away from your brother, Gabe," Derek called out.It wasn't a request. It was a warning. I stopped, my shoulders hunching as he caught up and draped a heavy arm across my neck. I looked around maybe, waiting for someone anyone to see how weird this was. But the hallway was like a ghost town where the ghosts were all terrified. People saw us coming and lite
Gabriel's POV The shower stopped. I stayed on the edge of the bed, my skin still buzzing with a sick, electric heat that I couldn’t scrub off. The door opened and Derek walked out, damp and smelling like he had just won the damn lottery. He didn't say a word. He didn't have to. The way he moved, nonchalant, stretching those wide sexy shoulders said enough. He climbed into the bed, the mattress dipping under his weight, and looked at me. I was still sitting there, fully dressed in my wrinkled pants, staring at the blurry wall. "Get in," he said. "I am fine here," I whispered. My voice sounded thin, like paper. Derek leaned back, his eyes tracking the line of my spine. "You know, Gabe... I was looking through that sketchbook of yours. Some of those drawings... man. If the world saw what you keep in there, they would think you were some kind of sick pervert. What would the school board think?" A cold spike hit my gut. That book was everything. My drawings of Derek and the things
Gabriel's POV I felt like a starving man and Derek was the only thing on the menu. He was all over me, his mouth hot against my neck, my collarbone, everywhere. It wasn't gentle. It was like a hungry lion tearing into its kill. I could hear my own breathing, fast and shallow, echoing in the quiet of his massive room.He yanked my shirt off, the buttons straining against the fabric until they gave way. I felt the cold air hit my chest for a split second before his skin was back against mine, burning hot. My head was spinning. Everything was a blurry mess."Please wait..." I gasped, my hands fumbling against his shoulders.Derek stopped, but he didn't pull away. He stayed right there, his chest heaving against mine."I can't see you properly.... it's all blurry.. I need my glasses," I whispered. It was driving me crazy. I wanted to see him, to know exactly what was happening, but he was just a tan, muscular shadow."No...." Derek’s voice was like gravel. He gripped my waist, his finger
Gabriel's POV Derek escorted me through the hallway and stopped by a room, a familiar room by the way. Same one I had caught Bradley in. "Yeah this would be your room," Derek said. He was leaning against the doorframe, wearing that stupid, effortless smile that made my stomach do backflips, and not the good kind at all.I looked around and my heart sank immediately . "Isn't this your own room?""Yeah it is."I froze. My pulse started thumping in my throat. "Why would we be staying in your room?""To be safe," he said, and he sounded so damn reasonable it made me want to scream. He took a step toward me, closing the gap. "You don't know who robbed your dorm, okay. What if it was a personal beef? Maybe you offended someone, beside with that annoying attitude of yours I doubt anyone likes you. My dad also told me to protect you, and I will do just that."He didn't wait for me to argue. He just gave me this firm push, steering me further into the space. The door clicked shut behind us
Gabriel's POV My blood was pounding so hard I could hear it in my ears. Thump. Thump. Thump. My hands were shaking, but not from fear. It was pure, unfiltered rage. My room gutted. My stuff gone. It wasn't a robbery. Thieves don't leave a room looking like it was professionally scrubbed clean. This was Derek's handwork.I didn't think about the consequences or the fact that I had zero backup. I just moved. I stomped out of the dorm, ignoring everyone, ignoring the burning in my chest. I took a cab straight to Derek’s apartment. I would definitely deal with him today.I don't know why, but the guards at the gate just looked at me and nodded. They didn't stop me. Didn't ask for a pass or whatever. They let me right in. Like I was one of them. Anyway Derek was my stepbrother now so of course, I was one of them.But that only made me madder. I pushed through the front door, not even bothering to knock, and stormed inside.The place was huge, expensive, and quiet and the last time I was







