Page 40 of Bad for Me

“On your knees, you worthless whore.”

“What the fuck?” I struggled, but he wrapped his hand around my throat and slammed me against the glass.

“Stupid fucking slut, selling your body for money, thinking you could keep it a secret,” he snarled, his face inches from my own.

I flushed, aware that the lights inside meant anyone who could see the house could see my bare ass pressed against the glass.

“I need it,” I whispered.

Gavin’s face transformed into an evil smile. “Do you? Do you need it so bad you’d do anything to keep it?”

My heart stopped.

“What if I told dad you’re stripping for strangers online? Or the university—don’t most scholarships have a clause requiring good behavior?” he asked while tightening his fingers around my throat.

My head spun with confusion and terror and lack of oxygen. “What do you—why would you do that?”

He licked his lips. I didn’t understand the emotions swirling in his eyes.

“I think that’s exactly what I’ll do. Show the whole fucking world what a slut my stepsister is.”

“No,” I gasped. I’d worked so damn hard to keep my nose clean, to repudiate my mother’s legacy. People knowing I was a cam girl was one thing, but having pictures floating around social media of me with my nipples clamped and a dildo in my pussy? It’d ruin me, and it’d ruin my professional future.

“Beg me not to,” Gavin drawled.

“Please don’t,” I said.

“You think that’s begging?”

“Please, Gavin. Please don’t do this to me. Why would you do this to me? Why do you hate me so much?”

His lips curved back into the same evil smile from before, and I hated how fucking attractive it was. He pushed down on my throat until I dropped to my knees.

Maneuvering us so that our sides were to the window, he never relented the pressure on my throat.

“Fine. I’ll keep your secret, and you’ll do whatever I want.”

I couldn’t contain the bark of laughter that exploded from me. “You’re such a fuckin’ asshole,” I swore. “A stereotype. Are you really blackmailing me for a blow job?” I flicked my eyes up to his body. “Gavin, you’re covered in blood. What the fuck is going on?”

The back door to the cabin slammed shut, startling me, but Gavin didn’t release me.

“Clean-up crew will take care of—” The familiar voice of my stepfather stopped. “What the fuck are you doing, boy?”

“I found a present in my bedroom, already open and waiting for me,” Gavin said.

“Is that …?”

Gavin’s fingers tightened at my throat, and I moaned, the pressure sending unwanted need careening through my veins. “Yeah, dad, it’s fuckin’ Cari. Sweet, innocent, absolutely fuckin’ filthy Cari.”

Footsteps thudded behind me on the hardwood floors, and then fingers traced up my curves, dancing up my spine until they tangled in my hair.

“What the hell are you two doing?” Aiden asked. He didn’t tell Gavin to let me go. He didn’t take his fingers from my hair.

“Take out my cock, sweet sister.”

I tried to shake my head, but Gavin’s grip on my throat was too strong.

My stepfather’s fingers tightened in my hair, pulling on my scalp in a way that sent need straight to my clit. “You found her here?”

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