5. Blaise

Ilove it when a plan comes together without much effort on my part.

It all started when a gravelly voice called my name as I passed by the business building. I looked back to see Freddy, the local dealer, leaning against a tree.

Intrigued, I backpedaled.

We didn’t run in the same circles, and we’d never exchanged a single word before now, which made me more curious.

He took a drag on his cigarette, watching me through his lashes. “You party?”

When I failed to respond, he shrugged, blowing the smoke to the side. “Preppy boys like you party, too. What are you into?”

“What have you got?”

His husky chuckle rang out in the afternoon sun. “You name it, I’ve got it.”

An idea sparked—a wicked, evil little idea.

Walking closer, I considered him. Dressed in a Hawaiian shirt and board shorts, he looked so cliché that it gave me a toothache.

“What’s the strongest you have?”

“I see…” His amused eyes fell down my body, the cigarette dangling from his bottom lip. He took one final drag before tossing the cancer stick to the grass and crushing it beneath the heel of his Vans. “The preppy boys always party the hardest.” Chuckling, he pulled a small bag of pills from his pocket. “This will make you think you’re fucking Santa on the moon.”

That was three days ago, and since then, my mind has concocted the perfect plan. Now, I’m antsy as hell to trap Cole with his own noose.

A week has passed since my run-in with him in the bathroom.

A full week of him smirking in my direction, taunting me every chance he gets.

I have no doubts about his threat.

Unless I act, he will show that video to our parents. I can’t let that happen. Dad would understand—he was young once—but I don’t want Cole to have this kind of power over me. It’s not about my golden reputation anymore. No, it’s about him thinking he can control me, thinking I’ll dance to his tune.

Thinking I’m a doormat.

I’m not, and he will soon find out the hard way.

Tonight is Samson’s birthday party—an extravagant affair held at a local castle-like mansion that’s popular for wedding events. Located in the countryside, it sits nestled amongst acres of woodlands. It is a picturesque place in the daytime and a ghostly setting at night when the shadows thicken and the moon casts an ethereal glow over the turrets.

My veins thrum with anticipation, and I adjust my mask, two seconds away from bouncing on my heels. Samson insisted on a Venetian jester-themed event, and I must admit, the effect isn’t lost on me. My mask is gold with bells, while Mia went for red and white, matched with a tulle dress and heels.

“When will they let us in?” she asks, craning her neck to see above the crowd.

Behind us, Tiago shakes his head to make the bells jingle, and Ronnie punches his arm.

Allie is already inside with Cole and the others, and I try not to let that thought bother me as the gates finally open with an ominous creak. Silence falls over the crowd while we wait outside the tall iron gates. Mia interlaces her fingers with mine. I wonder, not for the first time, if I can go through with my plan.

I don’t have time to fret, though, because the crowd surges forward, steering us toward the gothic monstrosity that stretches fanged towers toward the sky.

Mia’s hand feels so small in mine. Small and fragile.

We enter the building, greeted by rock music and a large chandelier overhead that, if it fell, would kill countless students in one swoop.

The crowd finally thins out as the masked students make their way to the main hall. I barely have time to take in the artwork on the domed ceiling as Mia pulls me along, swaying her hips to the heavy beat. She’s in her element now, but I remain stiff. Ronnie’s rowdy laughter behind me sounds far away. Distant.

“Allie said to meet them by the fireplace,” Mia shouts over the music.

We weave through masked men and women until we reach a seating area. Tiago and Ronnie are nowhere in sight, lost in the faceless crowd.

I know the moment I spot him, sprawled on the luxurious couches closest to the lit fireplace, dressed in all black, with one booted foot on the coffee table and his muscled arms spread out behind him.

Goosebumps erupt over my skin, and a chill winds its way down my spine. As the music hits the bridge, his dark eyes lock onto mine, searing me through his striking half-white, half-black mask.

Clashing colors. How ironic.

We stare at each other while I fight against my visceral reaction to the energy emanating from him.

Someone throws themselves at me, and I break eye contact to smile at Allie.

“You came. Thanks for bringing my girl.”

“Get off my man,” my girlfriend scolds, pulling Allie away while laughing. She plasters herself to my side and flips her off.

Arm flung around her shoulder, I accept the beer Allie hands me, then glance around the room.

Now, on to the next part of my plan.

A smirk plays on my lips as I shift my mask to sip my beer.

Tonight is the night for mayhem.

Chaos.

Destruction.

“C’mon,” Mia says, interlinking her fingers with mine and guiding me to the plush couches. I drop beside Samson and pull her down onto my lap.

Music blares around us while I drink my beer, feeling Cole’s eyes on me. The urge to get lost in the darkness that swirls around him like shadows has me white-knuckling the bottle in my hand.

I hold the cards tonight. Not him.

Allie appears before us, pulling Mia to her feet.

Samson leans in. “Plenty of fine pussy here tonight.”

I take in his green and black Venetian mask with its creepy jester smile. “Got your eyes on anyone?”

He scans the vast room, stretching his arms out behind him on the couch, then leans back in, shouting over the loud riff of music. “Freshman, two o’clock.”

Craning my neck, I look behind me, spotting a girl by the tall windows. She’s pretty in her white mask and angel wings. Even more so with the starry night sky as a backdrop.

Samson is so close that his mask brushes up against the side of my face. “I’m gonna be balls deep in her pussy before the night’s end.”

I turn around, and Samson jostles my shoulder, laughing, but I’m caught by the storm on the couch across from us.

If you could define turmoil, Cole is it.

His knee jiggles, and he clenches his hands.

He’s pent-up and I like seeing him unravel while the flames in the fireplace cast dancing shadows over his mask.

I almost want to kick the table out of the way, cage him in with my arms, and ask him why he’s so wound up. But that thought soon leads down a dangerous path of grabbing him through his jeans and squeezing his hard dick.

Jesus, fuck.

I help myself to another beer, needing something to cool me off before I do something stupid, like offer him up my power on a silver plate.

Clenching my jaw, I glare at him as I press the bottleneck to my lips.

Tonight, your power is mine, fucker. When I’m done with you, you’ll sing to my tune.

Fancy trying to fuck with me.

I think not.

No one threatens me.

The cool liquid slides down my throat, and I see my opening to put my plan into place when Cole rises to his feet.

Rounding the couch, he heads in the direction of the toilets.

Samson kneels beside me, almost falling over the back of the couch as he talks to Keith behind us.

With a final glance around the crowded room to ensure no one is paying attention, I drag the crate of beers closer, then kick my leg out and pull the packet of pills from my pocket. I quickly crush them with a beer can and pop the lid on three bottles, pouring equal amounts into each.

My plan tonight requires more than one sacrifice. I’ve thought about it, asking myself if it’s worth it.

Yes, it is.

I’ll happily burn down the world and everyone in it to watch Cole squirm like a worm on my hook.

A smirk spreads across my lips as Cole returns. He flops onto the couch, picks up a beer, and kicks his boot up on the table.

I glance around the room while he drinks his alcohol. For this to work, I need Mia and Allie to return.

Once I spot her dancing in the crowd, I quirk a finger in her direction, pleased when she drags Allie back.

When she falls onto my lap, her mask halfway up her face, I’m ready for her.

Kissing her soft lips, I hand her the beer. “You must be thirsty, babe.”

“You have no idea.” She smiles, pecking me on the mouth again before she inhales the cold alcohol.

Satisfaction warms my veins as her throat jumps and beer trickles down her chin. I steady her hand, not wanting her to waste it.

Across from us, Allie drinks her beer too. I cock my head to the side, watching her creamy thighs part slightly as she shifts on Cole’s lap.

I’ve never considered fucking her before, but she looks so damn tempting tonight, even more so because she belongs to Cole. I’m developing a taste for his…toys.

The night wears on. More crates of beer appear. Thirty minutes later, I pull Mia to her feet, hauling her against me. Vanilla and coconut swirl around me, warm and spicy. I devour her lips, tasting the alcohol on her tongue.

She’s wasted.

Fucking perfect.

Samson and Keith are nowhere in sight.

Whispering in Mia’s ear, I quirk a brow at Cole as she runs over to Allie and pulls her to her feet.

“We should explore the mansion.”

Giggling, they sway, barely staying upright. Allie drags Cole to his feet, and he comes willingly, shaking his head to clear the haze.

His eyes are glassy, and he is unable to focus. In other words, he’s fucked.

How poetic.

I grab the back of his damp neck, shoving him forward. “You want to play, brother. Let’s go.”

It’s like herding sheep,I realize, as we stumble upstairs. It’s a damn miracle I don’t let them all fall down the marble steps.

If I did, they’d lie in a laughing heap of blood and broken bones.

Everything is fun as hell now, apparently.

“Woah, look.” Mia points at a deer head on the wall, then breaks down in hysterical giggles.

Rolling my eyes, I open the bedroom door. “Get in.”

“So bossy, Daddy.” She blows me a kiss on her way inside and winks behind the mask as she pulls a laughing Allie behind.

Grinding my teeth to dust, it takes everything in me not to throttle her. But then citrus and leather invade my senses, and all thoughts of my annoying girlfriend evaporate.

Cole’s broad shoulders crowd me against the doorframe. “You put something in my drink.”

“I would never do such a thing. I’m a golden boy, remember?” Reaching out, I pull off his mask and swap it with mine. “There, that’s better.” The smile I offer him as I slide mine back down to cover my face is nothing short of evil. “Have fun.”

He sways into me before stumbling into the room when Mia yanks his arm, thinking he’s me, too fucked up to realize otherwise.

Yes, I’ll happily sacrifice her tonight for the greater good.

They fall onto the four-poster bed together, ripping their masks off, laughing and kissing.

Always one to be in control, Cole has lost all sense of the word now.

While Allie dances in front of a tall window, with her eyes closed and her arms raised in the air, I set up my phone on the dresser and press record, then double-check to ensure it’s getting a perfect shot of my dearest brother fucking up his life. Mom and Dad would be so proud.

I watch the screen with my back to the room, ignoring my twisting insides.

The urge to pull Mia away.

And not because I don’t like another man touching her, but because she’s touching him.

Cole motherfucking Carter.

Arms encircle my waist, and I turn around to find Allie smiling up at me.

Her mask lies abandoned on the carpeted floor.

“Why so serious, Cole?”

I tuck her hair behind her ear. One taste won’t hurt, right?

She drops to her knees and unbuckles my jeans. I should stop this, but despite what everyone likes to think, I’m not a good guy.

I’m selfish to the core.

Evil beyond measure.

While my brother fights with his fists, I cause anarchy through other less obvious measures.

Her devilish mouth envelopes me, and I fist her hair as I glance over at the bed. Cole has my girlfriend spread like a feast on the plush sheets, tongue buried deep in her cunt.

A cunt I’ve licked countless times.

I know her taste like the back of my hand. Know the feel of her clenching walls.

Mesmerized, I watch his fingers dig into Mia’s thighs while his tongue swirls circles over her swollen clit.

I’m jealous, my grip tightening on Allie’s hair, but the sickening feeling twisting my insides is not only intoxicating but addictive, too.

Allie swallows me down, and I grunt, forcing her to take more of my dick. She gags, so I ram my dick as far down the back of her throat as I can.

Something deliciously dark curls around my heart.

My balls throb and my teeth gnash. I pull out, palming my wet dick.

Lifting my gaze, I catch my girlfriend coming all over Cole’s face. She’s squealing like a little piggy—all inhibitions gone out the window.

I chuckle, pulling on my cock.

Fell right into that trap, brother.

But he’s not done.

Crawling up her body, fucked out of his damn mind, he frees his dick.

I push Allie away when she tries to suck me again. A sweet, toxic symphony of slapping skin rings out.

Naughty, Cole.

Allie likes to cheat, but I doubt she takes well to the tables turning.

And with her best friend.

I’ve got you by the balls now, Cole.

I watch his ass pump, his face buried in her neck.

Allie reaches for me again, clawing at my thighs with her sharp nails. Freddy was right; these pills fuck you up. It’s a damn circus in here.

Cupping her chin, I drag my thumb across her plump bottom lip. “You want to suck Cole’s dick?”

As my finger swipes the mascara streak on her cheek, she nods eagerly.

“Call me Cole,” I order.

Before I’ve had a chance to drop my hand, she’s slurping my cock, teasing me with sweet words like, “Choke me, Cole. Fuck my throat, Cole. I’m your whore, Cole.”

I quite like this game of pretending to be my brother while playing with his girlfriend.

My depraved thoughts shatter when Cole’s guttural groan fills the room. He shudders, fisting the pillows and sheets. I wouldn’t be surprised if my girlfriend suffocates to death beneath his dead weight. I don’t think I’d care.

The sight of him with his ass in the air, his damp, mussed-up hair, and jeans halfway down his thighs pushes me over the edge. I grip hold of the dresser behind me as I spill my cum down Allie’s throat.

When she’s swallowed every drop, I zip my dick away and grab my phone before walking over to my brother and pulling him off my girlfriend. He’s so gone; he just lies there, sprawled on his back with his softening, wet dick dampening the hem of his T-shirt. Chuckles vibrate his chest, shaking his diaphragm as I let the camera roll.

I fucking love it when a plan comes together.

“Lick her clean, Cole,” I order. “Don’t leave my girlfriend such a mess.”

Fisting his hair, I pull him up, and he flays, not yet in control of his own movements. He falls on top of Mia, and his mouth seeks out her cunt.

A ball-tingling groan echoes in the room as his tongue glides through their combined cum.

Mia moans my name, and I stifle a laugh.

This shit is too funny.

None of them will remember what happened here tomorrow, and that thought alone is what makes me end the video and haul my brother to his knees.

My lips are on his in the next second, kissing, biting, and nibbling. A groan claws its way up my throat as I taste their cum on his tongue.

Beneath the tangy flavor is something far more addictive—something salty.

Something entirely forbidden.

Something that feeds this insatiable beast.

It’s at this moment, as I devour his swollen lips and tongue, that I realize I’ll turn evil for him.

There are no lengths, no stretch of the imagination that I won’t go to own every part of him.

Maybe I spent the week planning my revenge, but now, as he moans and pulls on my belt, it dawns on me how meaningless revenge is when I can ruin this broken man and keep the shards for myself.

Pushing him off me, I grip his jaw and snap a picture.

I’ve never seen Cole so helpless.

So utterly delicious.

So mine.

“Sleep well, big brother.”

He collapses back onto the bed, and I pick up Mia, cradling her against my chest. She snores softly, limp in my arms.

I take one final look at the destruction I caused, seeing Cole asleep, and Allie curled up on the floor.

With a final grin and a shake of my head, I walk out.

If he wants to ruin my squeaky-clean reputation with a video, I’ll happily implode his world too. If I’m going down, he’s sure as hell going down with me.