Chapter 21 - Avery
The last thing I’d been expecting when I decided to go to Rowen’s room and offer an olive branch was to see him crawling out of the window with a familiar mask in his back pocket.
I could’ve died right there on the spot.
My stepbrother took my fucking virginity.
Michael had been a lie this entire time. Rowen knew it was me from the very second he lifted my mask at the club, and he’d continued everything as though our parents weren’t married and we weren’t technically siblings.
He’d chased me through the maze, took my virginity, then came back and hunted me down like a wild animal in the woods.
He’d seen me at my most vulnerable, watched me shatter on his hand, around his cock.
The things I’d let him do to me, all the dirty words and hot demands, the way he’d seen every part of me, made me his in every sense of the word.
And he was ready to do it all over again.
He was fucking sick, twisted in the head.
My heart raced, my legs already burning as I zig-zagged through the trees. I let out a frustrated scream after I darted between some bushes for a quick break. I didn’t see or hear anything, so I assumed I was safe for a minute while I tried to sort everything out.
Michael—Rowen—had rocked my world. I’d given him everything without even knowing who he was. I’d enjoyed every fucking millisecond of it too.
Knowing it all belonged to him pissed me off. He stole from me again, took what was never his to take, deceiving me every step of the way, enjoying the perverse little fantasy he’d forced on me.
But he’d reached so far inside me, tearing him out would leave irreparable damage. My brain had gone from curious to fucked in a matter of days thanks to him, wondering what messed up thing he was going to do to me next and whether I was going to like it or love it.
If I made it to the highway, it was all over. He promised he’d leave me alone. I wouldn’t have to deal with him anymore. Maybe he’d even climb back into whatever hole he’d crawled out of and I’d never have to set eyes on him again.
I’d never have to see his stupid, deliberately annoying grin, holding secrets he never should’ve had in the first place.
I had to make it to the damn highway, earn my freedom, and rid myself of the plague that was my stepbrother for good.
The way his eyes darkened when he told me what would happen if he caught me, the way he’d own me—it would have knocked the air from my lungs had he not already stolen my ability to breathe. It was haunting, how deeply he meant every word he said. I could still see him, feel him.
“I’ve got you now, little kitty,” I heard from behind me.
I peeked around the bush to see him stalking toward me. I wished I could see his face, somehow read him, as though that would help me somehow.
I don’t think so, psycho.
I turned in the opposite direction and ran like hell, hearing him yell after me.
If he caught me, it was all over. He’d have his way with me, right here in the woods, just as he had before. Only now… I knew who was behind the mask.
“Shit!” I screamed as I was yanked back by my hair.
I went crashing onto my bare ass with a grunt. Rowen stood over me, head tilting to the side like the sadistic monster he was.
My stomach flipped, and my heart dropped as realization hit me.
He’d won.
“Rowen, please don’t do this. I—”
His hand clasped over my mouth as he trapped the back of my head with his other, shutting me up and holding me in place.
“Stop your crying and just be a good girl for me, Avery. You knew the deal when you climbed out of my window. That was your chance to beg.” He pulled me up by my head.
“Now?” He chuckled, the sound cool as steel.
“Now you’re mine to play with as I please, and once I’m done, we will go home and figure out the rest.”
Tears stung my eyes as I listened to his words, my mind working hard to find a way out of this.
“I’ve wanted you for so long,” he said as he leaned in close. “I want your mouth around my cock, sis. Show me how much of a slut you are for your stepbrother’s cock.”
He pushed me back to the ground and motioned to the bulge in his jeans.
It was my one and only chance. If I let him think I was submitting to him, his guard would drop, if just for a moment. Then, I could get away, run to the edge of the woods, and win this stupid game.
My fingers shook as they reached into the waistband of his jeans and unbuttoned them. I took my time with the zipper, peering up at him, glad I couldn’t see behind the mask. The last thing I wanted was to see him enjoying this.
His cock sprang free, narrowly missing my face, and I hated that my body instantly reacted to seeing it.
I couldn’t help it. My body knew what he could do, how good he could make me feel.
And I suddenly hated him more than ever.