CHAPTER TWO

CHAPTER TWO

RAYLEE

PACING IN MY room, I’ve turned my cell off, unable to hear the notifications anymore when the sound of my door opening has me spinning around. I’m half expecting Colt to rush in and throw me down the stairs or drag me outside by my hair while his friends record me as I watch his car burn. But to my surprise, it’s not him.

“Hey?” Nate frowns. Entering my room, he slams the door behind him.

I place my hands on my hips. “What are you doing here?” I just dropped him off at his place after our date was over.

“What’s going on out there?” He points at the now closed door. “Colton’s car is burning to the ground.”

I wave him off. “Colt does stupid shit.” Which isn’t a lie. The video of me floating around on the internet proves that.

“Are you okay?” He walks over to me.

“Of course.” I toss my phone onto my desk now that it won’t be going off anymore. “Why wouldn’t I be?” I test the waters.

“Because you’re the one who set it on fire,” he states, his light brown eyes narrowing at the accusation.

“Colt told you that?” What a little tattletale.

“He didn’t have to.” He takes a step toward me. “What did he do to you?”

“Nothing.” I shrug.

“You’re lying.” His jaw sharpens. “What the fuck did he do, Ray? I’ll go beat his fucking ass if he hurt you…”

“Calm down.” I walk over to him and place my hands on his chest, but he pulls away from me.

“Calm down?” he repeats. “You set his car on fire. Do you not understand how crazy that was? Your mother is going to kill you.”

I smile. “No, she won’t.” Colt won’t tell her that it was me because then he’d have to explain why I did it in the first place. He’ll make sure that no video is posted of what I did tonight. He has to keep up his good boy status with her because it’s a part of his sick game with me. “You’re worrying too much.” I untuck his button-up; my adrenaline is pumping. My body is on fire, my pussy pulsating. I’m horny as fuck right now.

“Ray,” he growls my name, swatting my hands away.

“What are you doing here?” I ask again.

He pulls away from me and pats down the pockets of his slacks, sighing. “After you dropped me off at home, I tried to call you but realized I don’t have my cell. Did I leave it in your car?”

“No. You had it in your hand when you got out.” Lie. I took it.

He runs a hand down his face. “I looked everywhere and couldn’t find it. The last time I remember having it was when the movie was over. I had turned the ringer back on. I’m going to go look, just in case.” Turning, he gives me his back.

I reach out and grab the back of his shirt. Spinning him around to face me, I wrap my arms around his neck. “I can think of something better you can do now that you’re here.”

I’m not stupid. He’s going to see the video that Colt plastered all over the internet, but I’d like to postpone it for as long as I can. Not because I give a fuck about Nate, but because I don’t want to give Colt the satisfaction of winning.

He pulls his face back, his light brown eyes dropping to my lips. “Are you high? You smell like weed.”

Fuck. “Tatum was smoking. I tried it.” I used to smoke back in high school, but he doesn’t know that.

“Since when did you start smoking?”

I shrug. “It was just one hit.” The thought of Nate coming here to look for his phone never crossed my mind. Otherwise, I would have chosen something else for my revenge. Or waited until another night.

“Raylee.” He glares down at me. “What the fuck is going on?”

“Nothing. I swear.”

He looks like he wants to argue, but instead, he reaches down, grips my bare thighs, and lifts me. I wrap my legs around his waist and allow him to carry me to my bed. I need a good fuck after the night I’ve had. And his dick is better than my vibrator.

Dropping me on the bed, he undoes my jean shorts, and I lift my ass so he can wiggle them down along with my thong. While he’s undoing his slacks, I lift my shirt up and over my head and unfasten my bra. I lie back down, and he’s hurrying to put a condom on his dick, which means he doesn’t want me to suck it. I frown because I love doing that.

Once it’s on, he’s on top of me. His tongue is shoved down my throat, and I swallow the spit that comes along with his messy kiss. His hand goes between my legs, and I spread them for easier access. Gripping his dick, he pushes inside me. The thing about Nate is that he has a pretty decent-sized cock. He just doesn’t know how to use it. Not for me anyway. I close my eyes, trying to think of something that will get me off.

My body needs a lot. The main thing for me is the foreplay. I like my sex rough and dirty. Tie me down and make me beg to suck you off. Spit on me, humiliate me. Hell, slap me around and call me your filthy slut. I promise, my body likes it. I’ve done my research, and a few cases say that kinks can be brought on by childhood trauma, but that’s not the case with me.

I’ve told Nate what I like, and although he wasn’t disgusted by it, he also didn’t want to do it that way. He’s not into that kind of stuff.

“Oh, god, baby.” He groans in my ear when his hips start to move.

I run my nails down his back, and he hisses in a breath.

“Not so rough, Ray,” he whines.

I want to roll my eyes. “Stop,” I say with my hand on his chest.

“I thought you wanted to have sex.” He frowns.

See, that was a perfect opportunity for him to slap me across the face and tell me to shut the fuck up. That’s what Colt would have done. Nate’s question alone just ruined it for me. But I can’t stop now. I just need a better position. “I do. Let me roll over.” I push on his chest some more to sit up. I manage to turn over underneath him and push my ass up in the air.

Order me to get on all fours and slap my pussy while you spit on it, my mind yells. But he’s already worried about me and my recent pyro show. I don’t want to scare him more.

I feel him push into me again, and he lays his chest on top of my back, pinning me underneath him. Okay, that’s a little better.

“That’s it, Ray.” He pulls my hair off my shoulder, and just when I think he’s going to wrap it around his fist, he pushes it to the side and gives my shoulder tender kisses. I refrain from sighing. Instead, I close my eyes and imagine that Colt is hovering over me, his hand wrapped around my throat, cutting off my air while he fucks my ass and calls me his pretty little slut.

The motherfucker has officially ruined any chance I could have at a good sex life.

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ROLLING OVER, Iopen my eyes to see Nate passed out in my bed. It’s still dark outside. Getting up, I pull on a T-shirt and pair of cotton shorts and make my way down the hallway to the stairs, having to pass Colt’s room and hearing a woman’s voice.

“Colt! Yes … Fuck, yeah—”

I twist the knob to find it unlocked and smile to myself before I shove it open. “Can you gag her? Not everyone wants to listen to your fake porn shit.”

I see the irony in my statement, considering I was faking it with Nate just a few hours ago.

He’s got his lights on, making it bright as fuck, giving me a clear view of Amy on top of him naked. Thankfully her back is toward me, so I don’t have to see her tits. She throws her head back, laughing at what I said.

Colt is propped up against his headboard. His narrowed eyes meet mine for a brief second, then the corners of his lips turn up into a smirk. He lifts his hands, lacing his fingers behind his head, causing the muscles in his arms to flex at the motion. My eyes run over his smooth, defined chest, and I imagine pushing her to the side and showing her how it’s done. Colt doesn’t like to be on bottom. No, he prefers to be on top, holding you down while you beg for your life.

“Why don’t you join us, princess?” he offers, and his green eyes drop to my shorts.

I snort at the thought. “No thanks.” Then I slam the door shut and finish making my way downstairs, needing a drink of water. That weed that I smoked made my mouth dry. The party is obviously over, but there are still bodies passed out here and there. There’s not much of a mess. If Colton Remington Knox has a party, you throw your shit away. No one leaves this house without cleaning up somewhat.

Grabbing a bottle of water out of the fridge, I make my way back up to my room, but I decide to make a detour and shower. My hair smells like smoke, and it’s making me want to vomit.

Colt and I are the only two who have bedrooms on the second floor. Of course, he has the master bedroom with the en suite bathroom. He paid millions for this house after he graduated high school. Well, I guess I should say the trust fund money he got paid for it. His mother died when he was young, and he received a big lump sum of cash after graduation.

The guys moved in with him immediately. Alex and Jenks are on the first floor on the other side of the house. Finn has the third floor to himself.

My bedroom also has an en suite bathroom. But what’s so nice about it is that you can also enter it from the hallway, so guests don’t have to walk through my room if I don’t want them to. Not like anyone would ever need to use mine. The house has like twelve fucking bathrooms.

Entering my bathroom, I get a towel out of the linen closet and hang it on the hook, then remove my shirt and shorts along with my underwear and step in to turn on the shower. I let the water heat while I go over to the double sinks to brush my teeth, trying to get rid of this god-awful lingering taste of weed.

I don’t even smoke. Not anymore. It was my thing in high school. I hope the fucker noticed it was his. I had been in his room a few weeks ago while he was at work with his daddy, and I found it hidden in the back of his closet. I knew it’d come in handy eventually.

Rinsing my mouth out, I open the glass shower door and step inside, letting the hot water burn my skin. Closing my eyes, I stand under the sprayer and lean my head back, wetting my hair.

Thoughts of the video play in my head, and I think of drowning him in the pool in the backyard. How dare he record that. How dare he fucking share that. What was his goal? Why now? Why tonight?

I hate him for it, but my pussy tightens on its own just thinking about that night.

Six weeks ago

“Princess?”

I moan as my heavy eyes open, and I see Colt hovering over top of me. I’m exhausted. My body is still shaking with need. He didn’t let me come. I was so close so many times downstairs in the formal dining room. Just when I was about to explode, Jenks pulled out, leaving me unsatisfied once again.

Orgasm denial is a bitch that I have a love-hate relationship with. “Please,” I whisper, reaching up to wrap my arms around his neck, but they won’t move. Tilting my head back, I realize he’s already tied my wrists to his bed. I swear I blacked out at one point. My lips part, and I whimper, pulling on them, making the bed rattle.

“Just how I like you. Restrained to my bed and crying.” He runs his thumb over my lips, and I move my head, able to suck it into my mouth.

“Oh, no.” He yanks it out. “You’ll have plenty to suck on later.”

I groan in frustration, trying to rub my thighs together to ease the pressure between them. He’s got every light in his room on and it hurts my tired eyes. We’re both wet, fresh out of the shower. He helped wash me clean of our previous activities because I was too weak to do it myself.

He lowers his head to my chest and sucks on my nipple.

I arch my back. This isn’t my first time to fuck my stepbrother. It’s been going on for years. I went out with Tatum tonight. We both got wasted. An Uber dropped me off and I walked through the house to find him and his friends in the formal dining room. I actually can’t remember what was said or how things went down for me to end up on my knees with my hands tied behind my back with his belt, but I’ve stopped questioning it years ago.

If Colt wants it, he gets it. If I want it, he makes sure to give it to me.

It’s just the way things go.

“Colt, please. I need to come.”

He releases my nipple and crawls his body down mine. Gripping my thighs, he throws them over his shoulders.

“Fuck—yes.” I lift my hips, practically in tears.

He slaps my pussy, making me cry out. “You’re so fucking greedy.” He growls before licking up my wetness.

I could burst right now. My pussy is pulsing, I’m soaking wet, and I would do anything to get off at this point.

“I’ll let you come, princess.” He kisses my inner thigh, and I try to move my hips side to side to get his mouth where I want it.

He sinks his teeth into my thigh, making me yank on the restraints. Releasing my skin, he kisses the now burning spot tenderly. “And after you come all over my face, you’re going to lick it clean. Do you understand?”

I nod, squirming. “Yes.”

Another kiss, this time on my pelvic bone, and I growl at him like an animal about to attack. “And you’re going to thank me.”

Another yes. Or maybe I just think it. I don’t know. I’m starting to see dots.

“Then I’m going to fuck your mouth and come all over your face. You’ll thank me for that too.”

“Anything.” My hips buck when he pushes a finger into me.

“We’re going to repeat that process, princess.” He pushes a second one into me, and I can’t breathe. My body is pulled tighter than a rubber band. “Until you pass out from exhaustion.”

That night was the best kind of torture. He delivered on his promise. I passed out in his bed at some point and woke in mine the following morning. I didn’t get out of bed that entire day. My body too weak, head too foggy. I knew I’d never reach that high again.

Keeping my eyes closed, I lower my hand between my legs and start to play with myself thinking about that night. Nate didn’t get me off earlier in bed, so I have to do it myself.

A sound has my eyes springing open, and I go to scream out when I see I’m not alone, but a hand slaps over my mouth.

COLTON

“HEY, PRINCESS,” I say, and her eyes narrow up at me.

Her hands hit my bare chest, and I take a step back, lowering my hand from her mouth now that the initial shock of me being in the shower with her is gone.

“What the fuck, Colt?” She shoves me and goes to exit the shower. But I grab her upper arm, keeping her inside.

“Get out!” she snaps, turning around to glare at me, her wet hair slapping her face in the process.

“No.”

She lets out a huff. “Going to punish me for destroying your precious car?”

I laugh. I’ve had a few hours to calm down since the show she put on for everyone. The drinks and the joint that Finn gave me helped settle my anger. Now I’m just horny, and Amy wasn’t doing it for me. But the moment I saw Raylee standing at my door, I knew exactly who would. I didn’t even finish. Once Amy came, I was done with her. Raylee has ruined me for any other woman. They’re boring. Unfulfilling. “Not right now.” I answer honestly.

“Then get the hell out of here. I want to shower in peace.”

Reaching up, I grip her wet hair, yanking her head back and making her hiss in a breath. “I want you.” I don’t hide why I’m in here with her. “And by the way you were touching yourself, I think you want me too.” Highly doubt she was dreaming about her boyfriend since he’s in her bed. If she wanted him, she’d wake him up.

“No!” She tries to pull away; her naked and wet body moving against mine doesn’t help her case. “Your cock was just inside of Amy.”

“Is that jealousy I hear, princess?”

She gives a rough laugh but doesn’t answer.

The fact that I was wearing a condom doesn’t matter, so I keep that to myself. “Here.” Letting go of her, I reach over to the shelf and grab her body wash. Then grab her wrist and squeeze some into her hand. I place it on my hard cock and wrap her fingers around the base. “Clean me.”

“I’m not—”

“Clean my cock, princess,” I demand, placing my hands on either side of her head on the white tiled wall, caging her in. My face is so close to hers I can smell her minty toothpaste when her breathing picks up. I lower my face just as she lifts hers, allowing me access to her neck. I lick up her racing pulse, tasting the water that runs down her skin. “Clean her off me, and I’ll fuck your cunt just how you like it.”

“Colt.” She whispers my name, and I remove my hands from the wall. Taking a step back, I place one around her neck, tightening my grip. She swallows, her chest rising and falling as a sound that can only be a whimper comes from her lips.

Fuck, she’s gorgeous. Crystal blue eyes, long dark lashes, and her lips… Goddamn. They were made to suck my dick. That thought reminds me that she’s still holding it. “Like this, princess.” I place my free hand over hers and start running it up and down my long and hard shaft, slowly showing her just what I mean. Her fingers don’t even touch, my size too big for her hand. When I feel her take over, I let go.

“I hate you,” she whispers, her hand gripping my cock painfully hard while picking up the pace.

I’ve made up my mind to make her mine, but that doesn’t mean I no longer hate her. She makes me want to fuck her with my hands wrapped around her fragile throat, with the intent to kill her. The only reason I don’t let it go that far is because I know she’ll let me fuck her again.

“I know.” I lean into her face, lips almost touching as the scalding hot water runs down both of our bodies from the sprayer to the right of me. “I fucking hate you too, princess.”

“You recorded us,” she says, softening her voice, making it seem like it broke her heart. As if she expected more from me. But this is what she does. Raylee could be a fucking actress. Her pretty eyes blink, her dark lashes touching her cheeks before looking up at me innocently when her hand abandons my dick.

“I did.” I think she’s about to push me away, but instead, her hand falls to my balls. She starts massaging them, her black painted nails scratch the sensitive skin, and I jump. She arches a dark eyebrow and squeezes them to the point I think she’s trying to pop them, making my breath catch and rise up on my tiptoes. This is what I love about our hate relationship. We both take things too far. We don’t think. We just act. And it’s explosive. My car that is now nothing but a heap of metal and ashes proves that. “Raylee…” I warn when she doesn’t let go, forcing my breathing to hitch.

She smiles up at me, and my heart picks up, thinking she’s trying to push me to see just how far I’ll go. Or she’s trying to distract me so I won’t want to fuck her. She should know me better by now.

I tighten my hand around her neck, squeezing on either side to take away her air. Forcing her plump lips to part, she’s trying to breathe, but she doesn’t fight me. No, my good girl takes it like the needy little slut she is. I lower my face to hers. “I just wanted the world to see how pretty you look when you’re on your knees, princess.”

Releasing my balls, she reaches up and slaps me across the face. She wasn’t able to hit me as hard as I know she can because of the position I have her in. So I let go of her neck and take a step back, giving her a little space, and wipe off the soap her hand left on my cheek. I lift my hands in surrender. “I know you can do better—”

She punches me. Her fist connects with my jaw, making my head snap to the side. Rubbing my face, I wiggle my jaw, trying to relieve the throbbing sensation.

“Fuck you, Colt!” Shouldering past me, she opens the glass door to exit, but I grab the back of her neck, digging my fingers into her wet skin, and yank her back to me. Spinning us around, I shove her face-first into the tiled wall. She cries out, and my free hand comes around to slap over her mouth. “Shh, princess. Your boyfriend is in your bed. Don’t want him to catch me fucking you.”

She tries to fight me, pushing on the wall and trying to shake her mouth free of my hand, but all it does is make her wet hair slap my chest and face while the curve of her ass rubs against my hard dick.

I look down at my cock to see the water has washed all the soap off and grip the base of it. Stepping into her, I hold her against the wall with my hips and lower my head to her ear. “Now, you’re going to take my cock like a good little slut. And you’re going to be quiet, do you understand?”

She nods, breathing heavily through her nose.

“Good girl.” I nibble on her ear. “Spread your legs for me.”

She adjusts herself, doing as I say, and I take a step back from her so she can push her ass out a little. I’m too tall to be doing this shit in here, but she’s got a man in her bed, and I’ve got a woman in mine. Neither is going to stop me, so this’ll have to do.

I bend my knees and guide my cock into her pussy, groaning in the process as I stretch her open to accommodate my size. She lets out a whimper, and I reach my free hand up and grip her wet hair, pulling her head back and to the side, giving me access to her mouth. I slam my lips to hers, desperate for her familiar taste when my hips start to move.

She reaches her hands up and behind her head, her fingers gripping my wet hair while I devour her. Water filling our mouths, teeth hitting, and tongues fighting to take control.

“Play with yourself,” I order, pulling away breathlessly.

Her hands drop from my hair, and I feel her fingers playing with her clit while I slam my cock into her. There’s just something about her cunt that makes me weak in the knees. Maybe that’s why I hate her so much—because I just can’t get enough.

I close my lips over hers again, and her pussy clamps down on me, forcing a moan into her mouth. But she quickly pulls away, panting.

Needing a better position, I decide to switch things up. Pulling out, I yank her over to the far wall where there’s a bench. I grip the back of her neck and bend her over. Her hands slap the wet bench while I gather all of her hair into one of my hands, then the free one slaps her ass.

She yelps.

“It’s like you want him to hear us, princess. Is that it?” She shakes her head the best she can with my hand in her hair. “Want him to hear what a slut sounds like when she begs for cock?”

“No.”

“You want him to walk in here and see me fucking you? Want me to show him how you like it?” I’d rather him not interrupt me right now, but I want to remind her of the possibility.

She’s gasping for breath. “We shouldn’t—”

“We already are.” I slam my cock into her, making her cry out. With my hand in her hair, I yank her head back at an odd angle and lean over her back, growling into her ear. “I want my cum dripping out of that sweet cunt, princess. That way, when you wake up in the morning with Nate’s head between your legs, you know he’s tasting me.”

Whimpering, she pushes her hips back into me, needing more. “Colt,” she gasps my name.

“I want my cum mixed with yours all over his face.” I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t jealous of him. But I’ll never admit that to her. He’ll be gone soon enough. Once he sees that video, he won’t stick around. No. He’ll judge her like all the rest. She’s my slut, my fucking bitch to use, and if I have to carve my name into her skin to prove that to any man who wants her, I will.

The sound of our bodies slapping fills the large shower, and I reach around to play with her swollen clit.

Her moans grow louder, and I don’t even bother shutting her up this time. I love to hear her come, and whoever walks in will just get their very own show.

“That’s it, princess.” I bite into her shoulder before sucking the warm water off her skin. She slaps her hands on the wall in front of her to push against me. She’s getting close.

I release her clit and stand to my full six-foot-two height. I spit down onto her ass and stick my thumb inside of it, knowing what she likes. What I’ve trained her to need.

Her pussy clamps down around me almost immediately, and she cries out, coming just like I wanted. I look down, watching my cum-covered cock slam in and out of her, and it has me right behind her.

Taking in a deep breath, I pull out of her and help her stand. Turning her around, I move the wet hair from her face and look into her heavy eyes, softly cupping her cheek. I lean down and kiss her, taking what little breath she has away.

My heart is pounding, my pulse racing, and I have the urge to force her under the water and watch her gasp for breath while it covers her pretty face.

I hate this woman so goddamn much. At least I thought I did. Now, I’m not so sure what I feel. I went public with us and what we do. She’ll no longer be seen as my stepsister. Now everyone who watches the tape knows we fuck and that she belongs to me.

She pulls away from the kiss and opens her eyes to look up at me. I run my knuckles down the side of her cheek, and I see the regret written all over her face from what we just did. We haven’t slept together since the night I recorded us six weeks ago. She’s kept her distance from the guys and me. I’ve been too busy to chase her down, but things with her and Nate have gone on long enough. It was time to step in. It’s the longest relationship I’ve allowed her to have.

She pulls away from me, and I let her get out of the shower. Running my hands over the glass, I clear the fog, and I watch as she runs out of her bathroom with the towel wrapped around her, not even bothering to dry off with it.

Leaning up against the wall, I close my eyes because of the sprayer and run my hands through my dark hair, shoving it off my forehead. Now I’m more determined than ever to make sure her boyfriend sees that tape of us together. It’s going to happen one way or another. “I’m not even sorry, princess,” I whisper, pushing away from the wall and turning off the water.

Stepping out of the shower, I see her lipstick on the counter and pick it up, chuckling. “You just thought you hated me.”