Hate Me (Black Mountain Academy)

by Ashley Jade

The asshole isn’t just my bully and enemy anymore… He’s my new stepbrother.

His grip on my hair tightens, and he thrusts his hips, forcing his cock so far down my throat, I can’t help but gag as my eyes begin to water. “You shouldn’t talk with your mouth full, sis.”

“Come on, Stray,” he growls, his face tensing as he glares up at the ceiling. “Make me fucking bleed.”

I want to know why something inside me comes alive whenever he’s near. I want to know what makes him tick and what makes him so evil. I wanted a battle…but he gave me a war.

But then she’d know the truth. That as much as I loathe her with every fucking fiber of my being… I’m also completely fucking drawn to her. And I know deep down she feels the same. We’re like two magnets…the electrical currents running through us simultaneously repel and attract one another. I fucking hate it. Hate her.

The kids at Black Mountain Academy are vultures, always looking for the next victim to target. Unfortunately for my new stepsister…they just found their latest one.

Why did it hurt so much? Why did she let it happen? Why did I deserve it?

She ran up the staircase while I went off in search of a safe place to keep Kermit. Too bad I could never find one for myself.

“I heard you got into Notre Dame.” He quirks up a brow. “Yeah…yeah, I did. But what the fuck does that have to do with anything?” A shrill howl cuts through the air when I bash the baton against his right knee, enjoying the crack it makes. “Congrats, man. It’s a shame you won’t be playing football for them.” Or anyone else.

He swallows thickly. “Whatever it is, I got you.” He starts rattling off a stream of suggestions. “Need me to fuck someone up for you? I’ll do it. Want me to wash your jeep? I’ll make it happen. Buy you lunch every day for the rest of the year? You got it, bro. Hell, I’ll even rub your feet—” “I want you to suck my dick.” Disgust twists his features. “What the fuck? I’m not a faggot.” I hold his stare. “Why not? It’s the same thing you made Aspen do to you after those bitches drugged her.” Shrugging, I motion to the baton. “But since you refuse, I’ll just have to finish what I started.”

“God, Ken,” I grind out, stepping closer. “Who knew you were such a whore?”

“You might not have a football career now, but you can still have your reputation. Not to mention, I’ve just saved you the embarrassment of trying to make it into the NFL and not being successful—which let’s face it, was bound to happen. Now people will look at you with pity and think of you as a could have been, instead of a failure. However, if you tell anyone the truth…you’ll just be a loser who enjoys sucking cock in his spare time and got his ass kicked for taking advantage of someone’s sister.”

“To answer your question from earlier, you don’t get to fuck with Aspen because she’s mine.” Which means the only one who gets to hurt her is me.

“Every sin has a punishment.” He’s unbelievable. “If that’s the case…what’s yours?” I feel him tense behind me. “You.”

“But your secret is safe with me…for now.” An arrogant smirk plays on his lips as he walks out. “See you later, sis.”

I can’t believe Candi’s dead. I can’t believe she was murdered.

“Leave my father alone. The less you piss him off, the better. For everyone.”

“Ever wish you could press reset on your life and have a do-over?”

“I got into Stanford,” I blurt out as he walks up the stairs. I hear him come to a full stop. “Great. How long until you and that furball get the fuck out?” I raise my middle finger. “Dick.”

Angling my head, I look at the carving etched in the wall. My heart sinks. It doesn’t say Hate Me like I originally thought. It says… Help Me.

“You have the nerve to stand there and judge me, but you’re no angel. You’re screwing a married man almost three times your age while his wife sits like a goddamned vegetable. You’re just as fucked up as I am.”

“Every action has a consequence, Stray. This is yours.”

I met her once when I was a kid…long before she was diagnosed with ALS. She was beautiful and kind. She offered me chocolate chip cookies and complimented my hair. Now she’s stuck in a wheelchair. And I’m the whore sleeping with her husband.

“She was only sixteen.” His face twists. “Sorry to be the bearer of bad news, Aunt Lenora, but now you finally know what a sick piece of shit your husband really is.”

I wish I knew how to make them stop, but I don’t. He’s filleted me wide open, forcing me to confront all the ugly parts of myself before leaving me to bleed out. It’s the slowest, cruelest kind of death. But the worst part is…I can’t even blame him. Because it was my fault.

She doesn’t hate me…she hates herself. She hates what she did. She hates what he did. She hates that I held up a mirror and forced her to look at herself without the façade she likes to put on. Because she isn’t a perfect girl who gets perfect grades and lives a perfect life while wearing her perfect fucking pearls. She’s raw and real. She’s flawed and fucked up. She’s also angry as hell.

I bet I can make her hate me even more.

I thrust, rubbing myself against her pussy. She’s so soaked she creates a wet spot on my pants. One I’m gonna make her lick up. Placing my hands under her armpits for leverage, I twist her around in my lap, then push on her lower back until she leans forward. “What—” In one fluid motion, I tug her legs, positioning her so her head is in my lap and her thighs are on either side of my face. I push her skirt down. “You left a mess on my pants, Stray. Clean it up.” “No—” I run the length of my nose along her slit, collecting her juices on my face as I inhale her. “You sure about that?” With a whimper, her tongue glides along the fabric. Gripping her hair, I tug down my zipper. “Good girl. Now take out my cock and lick that.”

“You know why Leo didn’t know I made you come last night?” I flick my tongue ring against her swollen clit and she moans around my cock. “Because he’s never done it before.”

“He doesn’t have a clue how you look when you come.”

“He doesn’t know how wet your pussy gets when you’re so turned on but trying your hardest to fight it.” I suck her pussy lips until I find her hole again and tease that with the tip of my tongue. “The way this pretty little cunt tightens ar...

“He comes just as fast as he leaves you. Uses your body as his little fuck toy and takes advantage of you with his old, wrinkly dick.”

“I hate you.” Aspen keeps saying that shit, but I’m the only one who sees her. The only one who can help her.

Pain etches across her face. “Why are you doing this to me?” That’s where she’s wrong. I’m not doing it to her… I’m doing it for her.

“That was a one-time thing.”

So we slept together this weekend…big deal. People have sex all the time.

It’s crazy how sometimes you really don’t know a person after all. How we all have our secrets.

I have to know the truth. “Did you kill them?” I choke out, and for once I almost hope he doesn’t answer, because I don’t want to lose him again. His voice is so low I almost don’t hear it. “No.”

“You’re upset.” I dump the contents of the bag onto his bed so I can count the money I made. “Upset that my boyfriend’s a whore?” Yeah, I am. He gives me a wolfish grin. “Last I checked, you benefited from my whore ways.” The smile slips off his face and his expression grows serious. “Aspen.” I hold up a finger so I can finish counting the hundred-dollar bills in the pile. However, he doesn’t wait. “I don’t do girlfriends.”

Once again, I found myself in a relationship with someone who can never truly be mine.

“But you have no problem making me your dirty little secret, huh?” Just like Leo.

I deserve to be a priority, dammit. To be kissed and claimed in front of everyone.

“I think we should just be friends.” A flicker of relief flashes across his face. “Right. Friends who fuck.” It takes everything in me not to smack him. “No…just friends. No fucking.” He looks like he smelled something rancid. “That’s not gonna work for me, Stray.”

I want to spend the day biting and sucking every inch of her while she’s trapped underneath me, begging for more. And just when she thinks she can’t take it and she’s about to die from the torment I’m inflicting… I’ll feed her messy pussy my cock. Inch by excruciating inch, until she’s full.

“By the way, the next time you fool around with your whore sister under my roof, make sure she thinks of a better excuse to give me. A liar is bad enough, but a terrible one is worse.”

“Traci and Staci are dead.” She releases a shaky breath. “Their bodies were found at Devil’s Bluff. Just like Candi and Shadow.”

“You’re not a monster.” Grabbing his chin, I force him to look at me because I need him to understand. “You didn’t deserve what happened to you.” He tries to turn away, but I don’t let him. “What I feel for you hasn’t changed.” It will never change.

“Leo shot your father.”

“I couldn’t save her, but I can save you.”

However, everything I’ve arranged goes to shit the moment I open the door to Leo’s office. Because there’s Aspen…holding a goddamn knife to his throat.