I hated him when he came into my life years ago, and I still hate him now.
It takes ten minutes to form teams. Blaise chooses Allie, so I choose Mia. I smirk at his evil glare when she comes to stand beside me and smiles up at me.
She’s pretty. I’m tempted to actually fuck her and record it, just to piss him off.
We get our masks and black hoodies, pulling the hoods up to hide our hair, and everyone makes their way to the back of the house. Samson lives in the middle of nowhere with woodland surrounding us – easy to get lost, but also easy to hide a body if needed.
I might kill my stepbrother tonight.
No one speaks a word as the only person who isn’t playing stands in front of us. “The runners get a two-minute head start. Remember the rules. Go!”
They scatter, some already tripping over their feet, others shooting off and out of sight.
Hopefully, I don’t catch Allie. She’ll probably try to make me fuck her into the dirt like some rape fantasy where she begs me to stop. She loves that.
But I can’t be bothered with her over-exaggerated moans and clawing at my back when I’m barely inside her. I’m starting to think I don’t love her the way I thought I did. The way my therapist insisted I admit to. My feelings are blank when it comes to my relationship.
I forced myself to think I felt that way about her. Mom wanted me to get a girlfriend, and I was trying to please her and prove I’m not a total waste of space after we ran from my father,so I found the best-looking chick at school and told her she was mine.
“One,” Samson yells, jumping on his toes as I adjust my mask. “Two.”
“I’m hunting down Anabelle and tearing through her cunt,” Keith says, his voice muffled by his mask. “She’s been giving me the eyes all night.”
“The rules, dipshit.” Someone laughs, shaking their head at our friend. “Nothing about fucking them.”
He chuckles. “Watch me.”
“Three. Go!”
Everyone splits up, and I set off toward the woods, my fists clenched and ready to beat the shit out of someone. Especially Blaise for being a wanker earlier. I’ll pound his ass into the ground, and he won’t even know it was me.
Mom can’t give me shit about it this time.
It’s dark, so I can barely see once I get deep within the trees. But when I hear screams, it gives me a push to keep running, to catch some sorry fucker and take my anger out on them.
Anticipation ignites within me when I see someone running up ahead. I quicken my steps and begin the chase, enjoying the way my heart races and the adrenaline injects into my veins. They glance over their shoulder, noticing me, the moon shining through the canopy leading me toward them.
They’re running so damn fast; I nearly lose them a few times while dodging branches and jumping over fallen trees.
The person stumbles, and I take the opportunity to tackle them to the ground, pinning them face down into the dirt. My body is alive as they thrash beneath me. More alive than it ever has been.
Trying to free themselves by pushing against the dirt, I grab the back of their head over the hood and shove them down. Myweight on their back keeps them in place, and I close my eyes, trying to relax the urges.
My heart beats so fucking hard. But that’s not the only thing.
The need to hurt this person is there, but it tamps down as I realize my cock is straining in my pants.
Confused, I stare down at where my bulge glows under the moonlight as it presses into the person’s ass.
I’m rock solid, stabbing into the person beneath me, who isn’t even fighting back anymore or attempting to get away. They’re trying to control their erratic lungs and digging their fingers into the dirt.
It’s definitely not Allie. She’d be screaming and slapping and demanding I get the fuck off her until she realizes it’s me and rips off her own clothes.
Who am I kidding? She’d do that with anyone. I’ve lost count of how many times she’s gone elsewhere for a fuck. I’ve beaten guys for simply thinking of disrespecting me, but that’s the only reason. I don’t feel hurt or anger when she fucks around behind my back.
This person is tall like me, has a big build, and I think I might be digging my cock into a guy’s ass. Regardless of this knowledge, I hold their nape, keeping them in place as my urge to win takes over, and I rock my hips forward.
Depravity courses through my bloodstream as I feel myself getting even harder.
