Page 63 of Drown in You

I whimper, tears spilling down my face as the second orgasm rockets through me, wringing every remaining ounce of energy from my limbs.

This time, Luke lowers the pressure from the vibrator as I come back down, heart pounding. Relief settles in my bones. Maybe this sweet torment is over.

“You’re so fucking beautiful when you come.” He dips the silicone down, pressing it against my entrance. Playing with me.

I try not to preen at the praise.

He positions the vibrator so it rests on me when he lets go and backs away. Panic constricts around every muscle. “Where are you going?”

No response comes as he digs through his drawer again. This time pulling out a mask and covering his face. My heart skips.

Next, he finds a lighter and flicks it with his thumb, a flame springing to life. In the darkness, shadows play across his mask. He lights candles around the room.

“Very romantic.” I try to force sarcasm to drip from my words, even as my chest squeezes.

When he’s finished, the room fills with a sweet jasmine scent, and goosebumps prick up along my exposed skin. The scent I told Ten was my favorite.

Luke searches through my clothes on the floor until he finds what he’s looking for. The disposable camera he gave me.

“What are you doing?”

He holds the camera above me and snaps a photo.

“Luke!” I fight against my restraints. “Delete that!”

I don’t have to see his mouth beneath the mask to know he’s smirking. “Relax. No one will see it but me.”

He ditches the camera on his bedside table and grabs the vibrator again, swirling it in the mess between my legs. I whimper. “Please.”

But I’m not sure what I’m begging for anymore. Him to stop and release me, or to keep going and give me release.

“Is this what you imagined with Ten? That he’d still be wearing a mask when you finally met and make you come over and over again?”

“N-no.” Every inch of me is wound tight. I don’t know what answer he wants to hear—the truth or a lie.

He smacks the vibrator against my clit and I cry out, jerking hard. My muscles are already aching. “Don’t lie, Sienna.”

“Yes,” I breathe. “That’s what I imagined.”

What if my doubts were wrong? What if Luke really is Ten? That would explain the intensity in the way he watches me, his insistence that we’re meant to be even though we hardly know each other. Because maybe we actually know each other better than anyone else does.

But why wouldn’t he tell me? Why would he allow me to think Ten ghosted me? If he actually is Ten, he’s an asshole for not telling me sooner, for letting me think my friend abandoned me.

Yet part of me still hopes he is. That the masked man who’s been my friend for years is also the hockey goalie who can’t get enough of me.

Luke glides the vibrator up my pussy slowly, and I brace for the impact against my swollen, overly sensitive clit. “Forget about Ten. Forget about every other man before you met me. Because I’m the only one who will ever do this to you. The only man who will ever make you feel this way.”

Forget about Ten. Maybe they’re not the same person. Because Ten would never want me to forget our friendship. He would know I’d never be able to forget him, and even if our friendship is over, I would never want to.

When I left Wakefield to come here, this isn’t at all how I expected things to turn out. I didn’t dare hope my new stepfamily would want anything to do with me, let alone...this.

This fucked-up, twisted, taboo affair between me and my stepbrother.

My eyelids are heavy, ready to fall shut when the vibrator finally reaches my clit and every muscle in my body goes rigid as the pleasure radiates through me.

“Ready for another, sweetheart?”

Chapter 16

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