ログインI sat there, frozen. The sound of the porn was still coming from his phone—wet, slapping noises that made my skin feel too tight for my body. But that wasn't the worst part. The worst part was what was happening underneath me. I could feel it. His cock was growing, getting thicker and harder against my butt. There was only the thin lace of my panties and his heavy denim between us, and it wasn't enough of a barrier."Ugh, disgusting," I muttered, trying to shift my weight away from the heat."Mind your business, girl," Matt whispered, his voice vibrating right through his thighs. "While I mind mine."I looked away, staring at the back of the gear piled up in front of us. I tried to listen to the pop music my mom was playing in the front, trying to focus on anything other than the porn addict behind me. But the car hit another bump, and I slid right along the length of him. He was like a pillar of hot iron."Matt," I hissed, my face burning. "You're making me really uncomfortable.""Ho
"Elara, go get your bags. Now!" My mom’s voice was like a whip."I’m not going! I’ll stay here. No way I'm riding with him." I argued. I was practically shaking. The thought of sitting on Matt’s lap for hours was making my skin crawl and my heart race at the same time."You are going," she snapped, stepping closer. "Stop being a brat. This is a family trip. If you stay behind, you’re just proving you don't care about my happiness. Move!"I hated that. She always used the guilt card. I looked at Draco, who was already revving the SUV's engine, then at Matt, who was leaning against the car looking like he’d rather be anywhere else. I stomped back inside, grabbed my duffel, and marched back out. I didn't want to be the "bad egg," but God, this felt like walking into a trap.The SUV was packed tight. There was a large wooden board tucked behind the front seats to keep the heavy camping gear from sliding forward and hitting the parents. It created a small, cramped little cabin in the back
Breakfast was a nightmare. I sat across from Matt, picking at a plate of expensive organic eggs that tasted like cardboard. Every time I looked up, he was staring at his phone, looking like I was a fly he wanted to swat. My mom and Draco were busy planning routes, acting like we were one big, happy family. I just kept my head down, trying to forget the way Matt’s hand looked in the moonlight a few hours ago. My skin still felt hot just thinking about it. "Okay, plan is set," Draco announced, wiping his mouth with a silk napkin. "The main SUV is packed with the tents and food. Matt, you’ll take the heavy gear in your truck. Elara, you’re riding with him." I nearly choked on my orange juice. "What? No. I’m riding with Mom." "Elara, don't be difficult," my mom said, giving me that look. You know the one—the 'don't-embarrass-me' look. "The SUV is full of equipment. There’s literally only room for two people up front. You and Matt need to get to know each other. You're siblings now." "
He started to move his hand in a fast, desperate rhythm. He wasn't being gentle. He was pulling at himself, his veins popping out on his forearm. Every time the girl on the screen screamed, Matt’s grip tightened. He was watching her, but in the dark, I felt like he was looking right through the screen and at me. A strange, terrifying heat started to pool between my legs. I hated him. I hated this house. But as I watched him stroke that massive, throbbing weight, I couldn't move. I was trapped in the shadows, watching my stepbrother touch himself to a girl who looked just like me. I stood there in the shadows, my back pressed against the cold stone pillar. My heart was beating so fast I thought it might burst through my chest. I should have run. I should have been disgusted. This was Matt—the guy who looked at my mom like she was trash, the guy who made me feel like an intruder. But I couldn't move. I watched his hand. It was so large, his fingers wrapping completely around the
I hated this house before I even stepped through the front door. It’s one of those glass-and-steel mansions that feels more like a museum than a home. Cold. Empty. Expensive. Just like the man who bought it. My mom thinks I’m here because I want to "bond." That’s the word she kept using in her emails. Bonding. In reality, I’m only here because if I skipped this trip, I’d be the "difficult daughter" for the rest of the year. My mom has been singing about this camping trip for months. A one-day road trip, two days in the woods. Sounds like a dream if you like nature; sounds like a nightmare when you have to do it with Draco and his son. Draco. Even his name sounds like a villain from a movie. He’s the guy who stole my mom’s attention, moved her into this fortress, and made me feel like an outsider in my own family. And then, there’s Matt. I pulled my bags out of the trunk, the gravel crunching under my sneakers. My mom ran out, her face glowing. She looks happy, which makes it harder
I woke up the next morning feeling heavy and warm. My eyes were still closed, but I felt something wet and hot between my legs. I gasped, my eyes snapping open. The room was bright with morning light. I looked down, and my breath caught in my throat. Xercer was there. He was kneeling at the foot of the bed, his head buried between my thighs. He was naked, his broad, scarred back glowing in the sun. His tongue was moving in slow, expert circles against my center. Lick. Lick. Swirl. "Xercer... what are you doing?" I managed to whisper, my fingers digging into the silk sheets. He didn't say a word. He didn't even look up. He just used his large hands to spread my legs wider, giving him more room to work. He sucked my clit into his mouth, his tongue flickering fast and hard. The sensation was so sharp, so intense, that I cried out. "Mmm-nnn-gh! Ah! Xercer, stop... no, don't stop! Ah! Ah!" I watched him. I watched the way his jaw moved, the way his muscles bunched in his neck as
He lifted me up. His arms were strong. He didn't say a word. He walked me out of the office and into the studio. The bright lights hit my eyes before I could blink. But he didn't turn off the lights. He wanted to see everything. He wanted me to see all he would do to me in this secret room. He wal
The last two days were a blur. Mom was everywhere. She and Vaughan spent hours in several offices, signing papers and talking to school heads and people that mattered about my transfer. Every time I walked into a room seeking a minute with Vaughan, I always caught them talking. It felt like the uni
The house was silent, but my mind was a storm. I sat on the edge of my bed; my skin was still tingling from the rough heat of the office. I had just been taken by my stepfather. Fucked. Raw. Hard. I was supposed to feel sick, right? I was supposed to be crying. But as I sat there in the light of t
Bang! Bang! Bang! A heavy thumping on my bedroom door jolted me awake. I blinked, my head fuzzy, and glanced at the digital clock on my nightstand. 9:00 AM. "Fuck," I whispered, my voice thick with sleep. I had completely passed out after the heat of last night. "Angel, open up. Now." Vaughan







