MAKE ME SCREAM, DADDY
Their dad married my mom eight months ago and they’ve been staying at their apartment near campus, visiting on weekends, eating our food, leaving the toilet seat up, looking at me across the dinner table in ways that make me forget how to chew.
Kai is the one who looks at me like he’s solving a problem. Quiet, intense, dark eyes that track me through a room without blinking. Knox is the one who looks at me like he’s already decided the answer. That half-smirk. That lazy confidence. Both of them are six-two, muscled, tattooed in identical places, a design choice or a twin thing, I don’t know, and right now they’re standing in my doorway staring at me with my legs spread and a glass cock burie
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