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She just smiles at me and wiggles her eyebrows. “I can tell you’re gonna have so much fun.”

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LIAM

Iswear I can still smell her.

She has this sweet, almost floral scent that’s stuck in my head. It’s faint but definitely noticeable. My obsession apparently knows no bounds. I can’t sleep. Again. Because of her. Why did I go to that party? Why not just give Dad the present and have him fix it for her? And why did I stay afterward and almost kiss her?

My lust is like a raging fire, consuming me. I find myself alternating between my desire to bury myself to the hilt inside her and making her my wife. There’s no in-between.

I wonder, as I reach down to grab my staff, if she’s doing the same thing as me right now. If she’s thinking of me as she touches herself. If she thinks of me as often as I do, thinks of the possibilities if we weren’t stepsiblings. If she dreams of a life—a future—with me.

One day, I’m going to fuck her so hard, she can feel me for days. Make her cry out my name. Spill my seed in her snug walls. Put babies in her.

She will be mine.

But for now, I must settle with my right hand.

* * *

I rememberthe last time I was at a party like this.

It was about a year ago and filled with out-of-touch rich people, just as it is now. I might be rich, but I don’t think I’m out of touch. I try my best to surround myself with people from all walks of life to get a good perspective. Everyone here is dressed in ten-thousand-dollar dresses and suits, not that it means much to someone who wipes their ass with that kind of money, which is a good description of the people here.

Why am I even here on this very Saturday night at a masquerade ball? I don’t have much choice, really. One of my biggest investors is throwing this ball, and I felt as though I had to at least show up.

He saw me about half an hour ago, though, and I’m seriously considering leaving. Thoughts of Lily rush through my mind, captivating and consuming me. How is she doing? What is she doing? Is she thinking of me? Ever since I got here, several women have been eyeing me from across the room now and then. They shoot me looks of invitation, looks that tell me they’re interested. The thing is, I don’t want any of them. I just want her. She’s all I can think about and it’s driving me up the wall.

I don’t want to be here. I really don’t. I’ve never been a particularly sociable person, and now, with only one person on my mind, I feel even less sociable than I usually do, which is saying a whole lot.

I suddenly wish to be as far from this party as I possibly can. I leave in a rush, getting into my car and driving to a gas station to get some gas and Hot Cheetos. As I drive, all I can do is wish she was in the seat beside me.

“Oh, fuck me,” I groan, getting out of the car to fill my tank. It’s cold and lonely. It has never bothered me before, but knowing Lily is just a few minutes away from me but I can’t have her is pissing me off.

When I’m done pumping the gas, I head towards the small shop.

“Good evening,” a young man says from behind the counter.

“Hey. You got any Hot Cheetos?” I ask him as I’m not particularly familiar with this gas station. I’ve been here a few times, but they renovated it.

“Um, yeah. Check aisle three.”

Ever since I was a child, I liked spicy food. I don’t remember the first time I had Hot Cheetos, just that I’ve loved them for as long as I remember knowing how they taste.

But now I’d love to know how Lily tastes…

Fuck. There I go again, thinking of her in the most inconvenient times. I left the party behind, and I just wanted some damn snacks to clear my mind. But damn, I’d love to eat her, lick her, and nibble on her sensitive button.

And just like that, I’m getting hard in the snacks aisle of a gas station store.

Dammit, why does this have to be so hard?

Why do I have to be so hard?

I want to act on these urges, these feelings that I don’t even know how to properly describe, feelings that I’ve never felt about anyone before. I can’t, though. I can’t do that to her, to my family, and especially to my father. He’d be so disappointed in me.

Lily is young. Way too young for me. She doesn’t know what she wants, mature or not. I would be taking advantage of her. It would be wrong.

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