“Shit,” I growl.
Great. Now he’ll know I’m refusing to pick up when I could have lied and said I didn’t have my phone on me.
I listen to the voicemail as soon as it comes through. Justin remains calm, but his voice holds an icy undertone, sending a chill down my spine.
“This is how you want to play, wife? Fine, have it your way, but don’t think I won’t be able to find you. That scum won’t keep you safe for much longer. I’ll see you soon.”
The remaining Starbursts falls from my limp hand. One by one, theythumpagainst the marble floor.
I look through the large windows overlooking the backyard. With the lights on, all that looks back at me is my terrified reflection.
There’s no way Justin knows where I’m at. He’s never met Ryder—at least I don’t think so. Either way, it doesn’t stop the panic rising in me at the threat of Justin coming here and dragging me out by the hair.
I scramble to the coffee table and grab the tiny remote, clicking a button to turn off the LED lights. They flicker different colors, and I curse under my breath before I find the button to turn them off. I flip off the lamp, bathing the room in darkness.
I should feel better now that no one can look inside from the backyard, but I still have the urge to puke.
Ryder needs to know Justin is on his way. I wince, already feeling awful about crashing into his bedroom and telling him the bad news. But this is an emergency. I only hope he won’t be too upset with me after I explain what’s going on.
“COME GET HER” RAE SREMMURD
No matter how long I glare at the ceiling, I still can’t fall asleep. My erection hasn’t softened since leaving Madison downstairs half an hour ago. If I close my eyes for even a second, I see her standing in front of me again. Her breasts are more than a handful. They sag a little low because of the weight, but that weight is what makes them so perfect. My cock jerks as I think about the silver barbells I desperately wanted to catch between my teeth.
My sister could barely hold it together while I helped her out of the hoodie, and I was bad for feeling her up when I can’t have her. Not yet.
The line between what is right and wrong has blurred over the last twenty-four hours. I thought I could stay away from her. Believed that if I pushed her away for her sake, she would leave me alone and stop tempting me. Instead, her desperation for my attention will be my undoing.
I’m holding on by a thread. Despite claiming her in my thoughts earlier, I’m giving her another chance to stay the fuck away from me before I ruin her. We’re siblings. It’s fucked up and we both know it, but I couldn’t care less. She, however, has a lot more to worry about if I ever sayfuck itand have my way with her.
Madison is engaged, which means she’s off-limits. The man is an asshole, but she’s still promised to him. The dark and twisted side of me wants to mock him. I could send videos that show me fucking his fiancée, with captions that would get a rise out of him.
This your girl, bro?
Look how well she takes my cock.
I shudder at how satisfying it would be to do something like that, but Madison would never go through with it. No matter how much of a freak she is online, she would draw the line there.
I breathe through my nose as my hand inches toward my dick. My erection tents the thin sheet thrown over my waist as it begs for me to rub one out so I can sleep. My balls tighten as I fist myself at the base, and I swallow a groan as the bite of pain joins with pleasure.
Fuck it. I’ve been fighting this for too long.
With my free hand, I snatch my phone from the nightstand and open Instagram, then type in Madison’s name. Accounts pull up, but none of them belongs to her. I try differentvariations of her name and still come up empty-handed. Pursing my lips, I tap my finger on the backside of my phone while I try to recall what I saw on her phone. Goddamn it. The words were blurry, and I didn’t catch her screen name because I was too busy staring at the picture.
Thinking of a different idea, I go to Aiden’s page and search through his followers until I find Nova’s Instagram. After scrolling through the list of people she’s following, I finally find Madison’s account under a pseudonym.
Pre-cum leaks from the tip of my strangled cock as I read the name.
DirtyDoll
It has to be a coincidence. There’s no way she would go by a variation of the pet name I gave her.
I tap her most recent picture. It’s the same one I saw earlier—the pic she posted a few hours ago while I was asleep. Lust and anger ignite my blood until the emotions consume me.
I’m not angry about her doing what she wants with her body. It’s her choice, and I respect that. I’m angry because others got to see her like this before I did. I’m sure a lot of men have now saved that racy picture in their spank-bank album.
I slide down to the next post. It’s just as risqué as the previous one. She’s wearing a different tiny swimsuit, barely hiding anything, but she’s in the kitchen. I don’t know how she got away with taking a picture dressed like this when there’s always someone there. Unless she waited until everyone was gone or asleep.
The next post is different. She’s dressed in a tiny maid uniform, kneeling in front of a full-length mirror in her bedroom. She paired the outfit with high stockings that reach the tops of her thighs. This picture doesn’t show much skin, but when I slide to the next, she’s raised the skirt to show off her thick thighs and curvy waist.
