Chokehold

by Leigh Rivers

To all the readers who dream of being chased through the woods and face-fucked by their masked stepbrother.

So, I might have a secret obsession with my stepbrother, but that doesn’t make me gay…right?

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.

Why does it feel like he’s undressing me while also plotting ways to kill me?

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.

Someone could walk in any moment now, but I don’t care. I’ll murder anyone who sees him like this. Snap their fucking neck like a fragile twig. Bathe in their damn blood and use it to lube up Cole’s pretty ass.

I must have a concussion. Why else would I be this enthralled by a masked psychopath with an erection chasing me like a bloodthirsty lunatic? This is the stuff of horror movies, and I’m here for it.

“One day, I’m going to fuck you. Remember that tomorrow when Allie asks you if you love her.”

“One day, you’ll beg me to kiss these perfect lips, big brother.”