Chokehold

by Leigh Rivers

My eyes absently zone into the way his throat moves with each gulp. I wish I could cut it wide open and watch the way his blood flows out. I’d make sure I drained every drop, bleed him dry, then sit by while he turns blue and lifeless.

Reaching for the chin of the mask, they don’t stop me as I slide it up, and I hesitate, my heart fucking thundering and cock pulsing as I stare down at my stepbrother. I swallow past a sudden lump in my throat, my eyes zoned into his lips, his fucking mouth. His heavy breaths – how audible they are. Why am I getting harder?

I’m not gay. So, I might have a secret obsession with my stepbrother, but that doesn’t make me gay…right? Besides, I don’t know where the hell he was while I was choking on a stranger’s dick and loving every twisted minute. Note to self: New kink unlocked.

I’d do anything to see him unleash his inner demons and allow them out to cause a little havoc with mine. Despite what he likes to think, we’re not that dissimilar. His violent tendencies and my darker desires circle each other every time we’re in a room together.

Unknown: My dick begs for more when I think of you on your knees, and your mouth stuffed with my cum. Heart in my throat, I type out a reply. Me: Who’s this? His response is immediate. Unknown: Your worst nightmare.

Unknown: I was thinking how fucking pathetic you were, gagging on my dick and clawing at my thighs as though I’d let you breathe if you hurt me. Spoiler: I wouldn’t. You’d die suffocating on my fat cock first.

As much as she’s fucked around on me multiple times, I’ve never gone elsewhere. People on the outside of our relationship might think differently, but I have no interest. No attraction. My emotions are apparently nonexistent past anger. I don’t look at someone and think “I would fuck them.” Nothing that would drive me to stick my dick elsewhere. Well…unless it was in a brutal act of forced face-fucking and unknown messages to use as blackmail.

I can’t contain the grin, releasing him and waiting for him to do the same. The rage in his eyes tells me he would love to keep going, that refusing my lungs of another full, clear breath would bring him joy. He’s got a depraved little mind, even though he’s fooled everyone into thinking he’s normal and I’m the defective one.

Who does he think this is for? Everyone who took part in that chasing game was a friend of mine. My fucking friends. Does he think I’m Samson? Keith? Someone else? Who is he imagining while pulling his cock like this?

Unknown: I’m going to fuck up your world and everyone and everything in it. I’ll leave you so broken that you’ll crawl on your hands and bleeding knees, begging for scraps, begging for my cum. Begging for me to hurt you. Unknown: By the time I’m done with you, nothing will be left for anyone else to salvage.

Tonight is the night for mayhem. Chaos. Destruction.

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

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.

I’ve never seen Cole so helpless. So utterly delicious. So mine.

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.

We’re both chameleons in our unique ways, hiding behind impenetrable walls and cracked masks.

“Such a good fucking boy,” I whisper in his ear, keeping my voice low and undetected.

“Just…” He sighs, closing his eyes. “Let me sit here.” Why does the way he says those words stab me in the chest?

A mask peeks through the creased clothes shoved inside. Curious, I pick it up. What the hell? I stare at the crack, unable to believe my eyes. It was Cole all along? He was the one who chased me with the hockey stick? I broke his mask—this mask… Was it him that first time, too? What about the fucking messages? My eyes widen. He sent them… The mask trembles in my hold, my heart slowing to heavy, insisting thuds. I can’t think. Fuck… It was Cole.

I should have guessed that he likes to play games, scared to let the world in on his little secret. Looking back down at the cracked mask, I trail my thumb over it, then shove it back inside the bag. He wants to play pretend? Threaten me one second and jerk my dick the next?

Now I’m stuck with her for a week, in a room I need to share with Mia and Blaise, while my cock tries not to stand at attention from the memory of the way he touched me.

Hanging up, he shoves his phone back into one of his pockets. “Allie fell and hurt her leg. Go tend to your needy, cheating girlfriend.”

“Not everyone is against you, Cole. Sooner or later, you will need to let someone past those fucking walls you’ve built so damn high. You want to hate me? Is that what you need to feel good? To feel safe? You want a villain? Fine. I’ll be your worst fucking nightmare.”

He asked for a villain, and I’ll be whatever he needs. Even if I turn into the bad guy.

“You’re perfect in every fucking way…and your smile. It lights up the room. I only see you.”

“You… I… My car.” The others snigger behind their masks. I slide mine up to smile at him, and his eyes widen. “I don’t take well to threats, Jackson.” As I step closer, he stumbles away from the door. I always knew he was all bark and no bite. Guys like Jackson are cowards with mommy issues beneath the cocky attitude. “What did you plan on doing at the party? Beat me up? Break a bone or two so that I can’t play football? Send a message to Cole?”