Chapters (44)
- Title Page
- Contents
- Copyright
- Also by BROOKLYN CROSS
- WARNING
- Playlist
- Prologue
- Chapter 1
- Chapter 2
- Chapter 3
- Chapter 4
- Chapter 5
- Chapter 6
- Chapter 7
- Chapter 8
- Chapter 9
- Chapter 10
- Chapter 11
- Chapter 12
- Chapter 13
- Chapter 14
- Chapter 15
- Chapter 16
- Chapter 17
- Chapter 18
- Chapter 19
- Chapter 20
- Chapter 21
- Chapter 22
- Chapter 23
- Chapter 24
- Chapter 25
- Chapter 26
- Chapter 27
- Chapter 28
- Chapter 29
- Chapter 30
- Chapter 31
- Chapter 32
- Chapter 33
- Epilogue
- Thank You
- ABOUT THE AUTHOR
- Stalk Me Links
“That’s not true…okay yeah, it is. Oh, fuck, that’s good. I love it when you make them do that, and I get to watch. So delicious is their gagging that I could close my eyes and still see their fear,” Abel moaned loudly, and my eyes flicked back to him and his ever-quickening hand.
“Shit, fine, hold up,” I bit out.
I should have been annoyed that my brother was playing me. However, I couldn’t stop the rising need making my cock ache. I’d never been one to hold back on taking what I wanted.
“Yeah, now that’s what I’m talkin’ about,” Abel chuckled as I unzipped my fly and pulled my throbbing cock out.
“You’re a fucking prick.”
“Ooh, come on, you know you wanted to. Now tell me, what’s wrong? Tell your baby brother what’s wrong so he can make it all better,” Abel teased, his lower lip protruding out like an annoying child, but his hand never slowed.
I could tell he was gripping himself hard as his cock began to turn a wicked shade of angry purple. We both enjoyed our sex rough, but Abel liked it painful. Not only for his prey but also for himself. The more you smacked his cock, the harder he got. More than a few people found out the hard way that trying to hurt Abel only excited him more.
I glared at him as I got comfortable. My brother was much like the kid in a store who wanted a new toy and begged while stomping their little foot and pulling on his mommy’s jacket, not knowing when to shut the fuck up. I’d seen a few of those hideous little brats and wondered why their parents didn’t suffocate them in the night and why I hadn’t suffocated Abel.
“I met someone,” I said, slowing the jackrabbiting of my brother’s hand.
My strokes were controlled, but Abel always looked like he had a pogo stick for a cock that his hand was bouncing on while he was being electrocuted.
“You met someone? What the fuck does that mean? You meet people every fucking day. You drive a tow truck and own a garage. People literally walk in all the time.”
“I didn’t actually meet her, but she had the prettiest violet eyes,” I said, my voice wispy with the thought of her dark hair in my hand as I fucked her mouth like the girl on the screen. Those eyes staring up at me from beneath thick lashes was a whole new interest I didn’t know I had. I groaned as the image sent a surge of pleasure through my body until it tingled the tip of my cock.
Interesting.