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  Contents

  Authors Note

  Quote

  Part One

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Chapter Six

  Chapter Seven

  Chapter Eight

  Chapter Nine

  Chapter Ten

  Part Two

  Chapter Eleven

  Chapter Twelve

  Chapter Thirteen

  Chapter Fourteen

  Chapter Fifteen

  Chapter Sixteen

  Chapter Seventeen

  Chapter Eighteen

  Chapter Nineteen

  Chapter Twenty

  Epilogue

  Thank You

  Acknowledgements

  About the Author

  Authors Note

  This book is a standalone story with no cliffhanger ending. Characters from this book may or may not cross over in future works, but this story will end completed. This book is a dark romance. It contains very dark and very triggering situations. The contents include sexual assault, graphic violence, multiple partners, verbally abusive statements, stalking, and explicit sexual situations. There are also various kinks such as CNC, bondage, breath play, degradation, etc.

  This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events, locales, and incidents, are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.

  Read at your own risk. I hope you enjoy this book as much as I enjoyed writing it.

  “Life isn’t just about darkness or light, rather it’s about finding the light within the darkness.”

  – Landon Parham

  PART ONE

  CHAPTER ONE

  The flame from a lighter is a mesmerizing sight. Watching it bend to the bowl of the pipe with my inhale, to catch the bud inside aflame puts me in a semi-trance-like state until my lungs demand to be emptied. I hold in the smoke until the spasms of my lungs become intense and I blow it out, tasting the citrus notes the hit leaves behind. I cough a couple times and pass the small bubbler to the girl next to me. This isn’t the first time I’ve smoked weed and even though it’s not a regular thing, I’ve done it enough to control my coughing and learn smoker’s etiquette. Puff, puff, pass is a phrase I’ve taken to heart and it hasn’t let me down. A few rips in and I’m pretty buzzed, which puts me in league with the rest of the party since I’m not a big drinker. My being sixteen and an underclassman makes no difference in my presence at this party since it’s my house and we’re all gathered to celebrate my brother and his best friend, Prescott, graduating high school.

  The parental units have long since departed and left the party to the juveniles, what with it being one of the last that the current senior class will be able to enjoy before embarking on the journey to being a mostly functioning, productive members of society. With everything going according to plan, both of the boys have their next moves mapped out and are pursuing their dreams that they’ve been fantasizing about for years. For as long as I can honestly remember, they’ve talked about building a real estate empire. They plan to get their degrees and licenses, start a property development company, and take the world by storm. I have no doubt that they’ll do it. They’re both determined and stubborn; two very necessary attributes to being successful business owners.

  I’ve been close with my brother my entire life and when he became friends with Prescott in the third grade, our duo became a trio. We did everything together, and they didn’t mind me being two years younger in the first grade. I was always a bit advanced for my age and could keep up with them with no problem and no hesitancy. We all loved architecture and the idea of building a structure that is used for hundreds, if not thousands of years by generations of people. The idea of being part of history. Our shared passion was a bonding experience. Having two boys for best friends definitely had it’s perks; like having built in bodyguards, a constant stream of dark and disgusting humor, and almost zero drama. Two of the major advantages of being one of the boys is that I developed a thick skin and an amazing poker face. It’s so good that neither of the boys’ caught on to the fact that I’ve most definitely been in love with Prescott Donahue for years.

  “Hey, Cami! Where are you at?”

  I turn to look in the direction of my brother’s voice and find him scanning the room for me. It really doesn’t surprise me to see him surrounded by a group of ladies. My big brother Bass, the heartbreaker. He and Pres both, much to my despair. The two of them could be models. Both are 6’4, though different body types. The great Sebastian Barclay ran track throughout school, so he had a runner’s body; all lean muscle and clear, tanned skin. His shaggy dark blonde hair, five o’clock shadow, and light blue eyes scream classically handsome. All his physical traits, his genius mind, and his killer sense of humor make him highly desirable by the opposite sex. Like a modern day Adonis. The girls go nuts over his man bun.

  Pres, on the other hand, is attractive in a different way. Darker. More dangerous. He was athletic through school too, but his physical talents were better put to use in football and wrestling. He was and has always been a large guy. He puts on muscle easily and keeps it on with very little maintenance. His unruly dark brown hair and piercing green eyes does something to make my body buzz. As if that’s not enough, his arrogant attitude and bad boy aura attracts its own crowd.

  If we’re being honest here, we all seem to have done pretty well for ourselves in the genetics pool. I’m not calling myself gorgeous or anything, but I know that I’m attractive and have a few admirers. I myself have light blonde hair, deep ocean blue eyes, and an hourglass figure. Although I know I’m on the thinner side, I was blessed with a decent rack and some junk in the trunk. I developed a bit early, but Prescott never showed any indication that I was actually a member of the fairer sex other than making period jokes when Aunt Flow first showed up. He always treated me like a kid sister and seemed oblivious to my maturing body and increasingly pervy personality.

  At least, until two weeks ago.

  The first indication that he had noticed me as more than his friend’s kid sister happened while we were all at a different house, different party and I’d been spending some time with another guy at school. With the party in full swing, things got heated and this guy and I ended up lip-locked in a door way, with him pawing at my hips. When I’d come up for air, I could see Pres across the room, looking distinctly unhappy. I stepped away to get a refill on my drink and he stepped in my path to the kitchen and pulled me aside.

  “What the hell are you doing with Robbie, Camille?” Prescott demanded heatedly, while gripping my elbow.

  “I know you know what kissing is, Pres. That’s a fact. I’ve witnessed more than my fair share of you with your tongue down some chick’s throat.” I responded a bit indignantly. I knew that he had to have been pretty annoyed, because he rarely used my given name. He always seemed to prefer referring to me as Cami like my brother. Though I suppose over the last year, he had used my name more and more.

  “You know what I mean. Obviously, I know what you’re doing. What I can’t seem to grasp is the why.”

  “The why isn’t really anyone’s business. I can kiss who I’d like.”

  I felt him squeeze my elbow as I watched his lips flatten into a line. His brows lowered over his darkening green eyes, his jaw ticked as if he’d clenched his teeth, and his shoulders tensed. Even his energy seemed to change and he exuded an aura of dominance and control. He silently turned and pulled me behind him as he walked towards the stairs. Having not seen my brother in awhile and knowing I could trust Prescott completely,
I looked around the room as I was being dragged through it. He didn’t seem to be in the living room, where the party was in full swing. Oh well, he’d probably already found his choice for the night and was quite busy at the moment. Once we reached the top of the stairs and turned around the corner, Pres pulled me into a room and closed the door. After a couple moments of tense silence with me staring at his back, he turned and glared at me.

  “Now, explain. I don’t normally see you all over anyone. What’s going on?” Prescott asked, clearly angry.

  “Just because you don’t see it, doesn’t mean it doesn’t happen. You seeing me as your little sister doesn’t mean everyone else does. Some people like what they see and I am 100% down with it. Girls have needs too.” I replied, pointing at myself to make my point. I always seem to awkwardly use my hands to talk when I get defensive.

  And sure, my tone was just a tiny bit sassy. And yes, I’d literally put my hand on my hip. Regardless, I thought he was blowing this slightly out of proportion. I had my back facing the door we’d come in through and by the time I had finished speaking, he had me pressed up against the door with a hand resting against my throat. His massive body had backed me up as he walked toward me, and his commanding presence had my heart racing and my pussy almost instantly soaked. His fingers putting light pressure on the sides of my throat sealed the deal.

  He whispered roughly in my ear, “You think I don’t see you? That I don’t like what I see? You have no idea how confusing and difficult it has been for me. You’re my best friend’s little sister and you’ve been like my own little sister for years. To see you turning into a woman before my eyes and trying not to see you that way has been driving me insane. I have to keep a tight leash on myself and not let anything happen. I’m not oblivious to your glances and subtle hints aimed at me, like your brother seems to be. Which has only make it that much harder, knowing you want me back.”

  With the end of each sentence, he licked his lips and squeezed my throat enough to make me start breathing heavy. I could feel my heartbeat pulsing between my legs and a dampness that was proof of my arousal. His warm breath dusting across my neck made me shiver over and over. By the time he had finished, I was horny as hell and automatically reached out to grab his shirt.

  I pulled his body flush against mine and whispered back, “Then why resist? If it’s so difficult to hold back and you know I’m interested, don’t. I’ve wanted you for years. I haven’t gone all the way with anyone because they haven’t been you. So why not? Fuck me, Pres.”

  CHAPTER TWO

  I heard a sharp intake of breath, felt his solid chest press against mine. I couldn’t help but moan as his fingers tightened briefly. He stilled as he processed what I’d said and as the seconds ticked by, I wondered if I’d crossed the line. I could barely hear Nicki Minaj dropping bars about Starships downstairs over the pounding of my own racing heart. Next thing I knew, Prescott’s mouth crashed to mine and I instantly opened my lips and invited him in. It was better than I ever could have imagined. His tongue was like velvet and it danced and glided against mine. Some boys kiss and it’s like they’re trying to play tonsil hockey or tongue punch the back of your throat. It can be overwhelming. But Pres was almost delicate when he kissed me. There was definitely passion, but also something else. Something like reverence.

  While our mouths were occupied, our hands started exploring. I reached up under his shirt and scraped his broad back with my nails while he reached under my shirt, teasing the skin just below my bra over top my ribs. His right hand never left my throat, but his left was wandering from just below my breasts to the waist of my jeans. He continued teasingly brushing his fingertips across my stomach, and hips until I feel like I’m going to jump out of my skin. The stimulation without any relief caused a dull ache between my legs. With my body feeling ready to explode, I bit his lip and growled playfully to show him I haven’t lost my steel just because I was whimpering for him.

  He grunted and smirked against my mouth, and moved his hand back up to my bra. He yanked it away from my breast and grabbed me hard. The action caused me to gasp and moan. He squeezed my nipple between his fingers while he squeezed my throat and sucked on my tongue. The mere feeling of him playing with my tits almost set me off, and he seemed to pick up on how sensitive I was. He pulled back from my mouth and leaned down to pull my other nipple into his mouth and sucked. He sucked hard enough that I knew it would bruise, but I didn’t care. The pinpricks of slight pain mixed in with the immense pleasure I felt and sent me into a sensational whirlwind. Since both his mouth and left hand were busy, his hand that had been glued to my throat began moving lower to tease the skin just above my jean button.

  All the sensations caused me to moan loudly and ride the wave that was building inside of me. I reached down to unbutton my jeans and as I did, he pushed them roughly down my legs. I stepped out of them once they hit the floor, and he never once stopped sucking on my nipple. Once I was down to my drenched panties, his mouth released me with a pop and bit his way down my stomach. His hand travelled down with him and reached behind me to grab my ass while he pulled my hips closer to his face. He rubbed his nose down the front of my underwear and breathed in deeply once he got to the soaked center. I had never thought something like Prescott sniffing my panties would be so erotic, but here we are.

  He slowly licked along my slit, feeling the texture of the lace against his tongue. He groaned like I was the best thing he’d ever tasted. His fingers slipped into my thong and tore it to shreds, immediately burying his face in my pussy. He started sucking my clit while his fingers started teasing my lips. His other hand grabbed my ass hard enough that I yelped and jumped, but he just gripped my ass even tighter. He warned me to keep still by growling deep in his chest and gripping my clit between his teeth. The threat was enough to try and keep my trembling to a minimum.

  He kept me on the edge long enough that as soon as his left hand moved from my ass cheek to press against my asshole, I shot off. I was wrapped in euphoric bliss while my body tightened and I ground against his face. Riding the wave of pleasure, I barely noticed him slip a finger inside of my pussy. He started pumping his finger in and out of me while I was coming down from my high. Between that friction and the pressure on my back hole, it was enough to cause the heat that was starting to fizzle out inside of me to start building again.

  I groaned as I grabbed his hair and whimpered, “Holy shit, don’t stop. Please, right there. Yes, right there. Oh god Pres, I’m gonna cum again.”

  He seemed really into hearing me moan his name, because he froze right where he was at and started sucking just a bit harder. I lit up like a damn Christmas tree and had to try and control my urge to scream. I stuffed my fist in my mouth and ride my release. Once I was reduced to a limp pile of limbs, Pres released me from his mouth and carried me over to the bed on the other side of the room. He laid me down and kissed me ever so delicately, completely in contrast with how he had just handled me. While my tongue and lips seemed to be the only thing I could move, he didn’t push for anything more. He seemed content with kissing me senseless and grinding against my center. I could feel his hardness pressing right against my aching core as he continually thrusted.

  Gathering my strength, I unbuttoned his jeans and pushed them down with his boxers. Pulling out his dick, I gave it a good squeeze and looked down. I immediately swallowed. I didn’t expect him to be so big. As much as I feared the sheer size of him, I was also incredibly turned on by the thought of that thickness slamming every inch of that inside me. I started rubbing, curling my fingers around his hot, silky erection. He was already rock hard and ready, but I wanted to take my time and play with him while I moaned into his mouth. I had thought I was done for, but suddenly I was ready to go again.

  Prescott started breathing heavy and getting impatient, moved his cock so it was rubbing in-between my pussy lips. He rubbed right against my hole without actually penetrating me. I wiggled eagerly, hoping he’d get the hint to
slip it in. He grabbed my hips tightly and pulled me close, whispering in my ear, “I know you want me to fuck you, Camille, but it’s not going to happen tonight. Trust me, I want to. The amount of sheer willpower I’m utilizing right now is actually surprising even me, but I refuse to take you for the first time in a someone else’s bed at a house party. You deserve better than that.”

  I melted a bit inside and felt butterflies in my stomach at his consideration. It took a minute before I could respond. Before too much time passed, I shoved him to the side and climbed on top of him. Staring down at him, I said, “Fine. If you insist. I’m all about tit for tat though. I’m not stopping until you cum.”

  I started grinding down on him, rubbing him between my pussy lips. I was so soaking wet that I glided along his length with no resistance. It didn’t take long before he squeezed my hips, grunting, and thrusting up in short bursts. He shut his eyes tightly and gasped, spurting his cum on his stomach. I stared, mesmerized by the long, thick ropes. Before I even thought to question it, I leaned down and licked up the side of his still throbbing dick to suck on the tip so no minuscule amount of his seed got left behind. I moved up to where his cum was pooling and begin sucking it up so I could taste it deep in my throat.