Knotted By My Hockey Stepbrother My Ex Left Me For

Chapter 6

CADY

The guest room they assigned me came with a lonely aura, blending with an uncomfortable proximity. Positioned directly opposite Damon's private suite, it allowed only a wide marble corridor and two heavy carved doors to separate us. The arrangement felt intentional from the start.

I grasped the underlying message the moment I stepped inside and glanced across the hall. They had placed me here so I would remain within easy reach. Convenient. Available whenever he desired. A quiet, persistent reminder that in this sprawling villa, my presence revolved entirely around his whims.

Like a maid. His bully would never stop. I fumed. He hated me because I fought him in the Academy. He hated me because someone like me once had the man he loves so much.

He had returned from Crestville Military Academy only a few days prior to the holidays. I met him and since then, true peace had eluded me.

I hate him too but my heart constantly says “no.”

My body resisted any attempt at calm. My thoughts swirled in endless loops.

Every fleeting glimpse of him in the corridors or the distant echo of his voice from another wing of the villa triggered a tight, insistent pull in my stomach. He was constructed like a living weapon, designed for both destruction and seduction. His height towered over most, making even the grandest doorways appear confining.

Shoulders spanned broad and strong. His carved muscles with ten pack abs were enough to kill. I had caught sight of him once after a training session, shirtless, with sweat carving slow, glistening trails down the deep valleys of his torso.

Black spiky hair dripped water onto his collarbone. That solitary image had embedded itself in my mind like an unwelcome intruder. It resurfaced at the most inconvenient times, causing my breath to hitch and my thighs to press together involuntarily.

I had to finally decide. To take this most valuable prize from my ex. Not like I really wanted him.

I no longer wanted Aiden either, but for deceiving me all these years after sacrificing a lot for him, he had to pay. I took in after his parents died. Mom and I worked to see him through school all through the years till we got into the Academy.

Destroying their relationship with my seduction skill will be a very sweet revenge. I grinned with such a sinister ecstasy I haven't before.

They won't suspect before I strike, not even Damon would know my true motives.

Then his declaration before now pierced the murk like chilled metal.

“You don’t sleep until four in the morning. I might need you. Don’t you dare close your eyes.”

He had uttered those words earlier that day. Golden eyes fixed upon mine. Fists elevated in nonchalant menace. He had intended each syllable. Challenging the heir was dangerous.

I compelled my eyelids to remain apart. The clock emitted a soft luminescence in the obscurity. It's midnight. My body clamored for repose. My heart pulsated erratically against my ribs.

Then I heard it.

“Cady. Cady.”

My name wafted through the hallway, subdued and coarse, infused with desperation.

I bolted upright. Sheets entangled around my legs. Was it a figment? No. The sound recurred. Louder.

“Argh… Arghhh… Please. Cady. Pleaseeeee.”

I hurtled from the bed. Bare feet struck cold marble as I unbolted my door and dashed across the corridor. His door stood slightly ajar. I did not pause. I thrust it open.

The spectacle within deprived me of every oxygen remaining in my lungs.

Damon reclined across the vast bed. Fully nude. Legs splayed broadly. One substantial hand encircled his thick, turgid c**k. Easily eight inches. Veined. Glinting with pre-c*m.

Fuckkkk.

A massive gulp pressed down my throat. I grabbed my chest.

His head tilted backward. Eyes compressed tightly. Hips surged upward into his fist with savage, chastising cadence. Perspiration beaded on his abs and captured the subdued blue-red neon radiance from the wall fixtures.

“Fuckkkk,” I exhaled, shaking my head in disbelief as I took my mind back to him and Aiden at the Academy.

Bisexual.

I nodded.

I ought to have pivoted. I ought to have fled. Yet my feet declined to budge. My gaze consumed him. The acute contour of his jaw tightened in ecstasy. The manner in which his muscles contracted and undulated with each caress. The weighty sac constricted beneath his fist.

Heat seethed into me so swiftly my thighs quivered. My bikini bottoms saturated thoroughly within moments.

He remained oblivious to me initially. His groans grew louder. More vulgar. “Suck me. Harder… harder. Suck me harder.”

My hand maneuvered independently. Slide beneath the material between my legs once more. My c**t pulsated in flawless synchronization with his caresses. I gnawed my lip firmly enough to sample copper. I endeavored to remain silent.

Then he articulated the words that got my blood freezing and ignited it right away.

“I really wanna f**k you deep. Have my c**k inside you. I’m pretty sure you’re dying for it, little stepsister.”

My breath snagged. Was he addressing himself? Or—

His eyes abruptly opened.

Golden. Radiant. Locked straight on mine.

I leaped. “Da–M….”

“What the hell,” he gasped . His hand stayed encircled tightly around his shaft.

I whirled to escape. He advanced swifter than any individual ought. One potent arm encircled my waist. Yanked me backward firmly against his sweatdroplet-drenched chest. His c**k, still rigid and scorching, pressed straight against the crevice of my ass through the slender bikini. He ground once. Gradual. Intentional. Allowing me to sense every thick, veined inch.

“f**k,” I gasped. My legs quaked fiercely.

“You aren’t going anywhere,” he murmured against my ear. Voice shadowy with craving.

For a protracted, tormenting instant he retained me in that position. Hips swaying leisurely. Trailing the head of his c**k along the seam of my ass until I whimpered. My p***y fluttered around emptiness. Aching. Frantic. Then, suddenly, he liberated me and strode back to the bed.

He sat on the edge. Legs splayed broadly. c**k resting heavily against his thigh. Still glinting with his own discharge and pre-c*m. A solitary bead of c*m trickled gradually down the shaft.

“How dare you barge in without knocking?” he inquired. Voice frigid now. All derision.

My eyes adhered to his length. I could not avert them. The vision of his discharge dripping made my mouth salivate. Made my core contract so intensely I nearly moaned audibly.

“I’m sorry, Sir,” I stuttered. My voice was barely heard.

“A commoner like you doesn’t deserve the air I breathe. Let alone watch me come.” Scorn dripped from every term. But his eyes scorched. Pupils dilated broadly.

He indicated the floor between his splayed thighs. “On your knees. Until four in the morning. When I leave for my jog.”

I descended slowly. Knees struck the cold marble. The stance positioned me directly aligned with his c**k. Eye level with the thick, flushed head. The vein throbbing along the underside.

He reclined against the pillows. Legs still broad. Body on complete exhibition like some dark, sinful presentation. “Don’t move. Don’t touch yourself. Just look.”

Three and a half hours.

Gazing at perfection I could never possess.

My thighs became slick with my own arousal within minutes. My c**t throbbed painfully. Untouched. Every time he adjusted, his c**k bobbed slightly. I had to gnaw the interior of my cheek to prevent whimpering. I envisioned crawling forward. Encircling my lips around him. Sampling the salt and musk of him. Permitting him to utilize my mouth until he spilled down my throat.

But I remained motionless.

Because I knew what he was.

The Theon's billionaire heir. My heart sensing a ‘brutal beast in bed.’

The kind of man who f****d girls until they bled. Until they fractured. Until they perished.

And still, my body wept for him.

Perhaps he had summoned my name intentionally.

Perhaps he wanted me to endure like this.

I sighed. Rubbed sweat from my brow with a quivering hand.

Then everything blurred.

My eyes snapped open.

I was back in my own bed. Sheets twisted around my legs. Bikini bottoms soaked through.

Was that a dream?

My heart pounded so hard I could feel it in my throat. I touched between my legs. Slick. Swollen. Aching. And I was no longer sure what was real.

The room felt too quiet. Too still. My pulse roared in my ears. I lay there for long minutes, staring at the ceiling, trying to decide if the memory of his c**k, heavy and dripping, was something my mind had invented or something I had truly witnessed.

Either way, the need had not left me.

It had only grown sharper.

I rolled onto my stomach, pressed my thighs together, and tried to breathe through the ache.

Sleep did not come easily.

And when it finally did, it brought dreams of golden eyes and cruel promises.

The morning light filtered through the curtains, casting golden rays across the wooden floor. I woke up with my body still humming from the night before. The bikini clung to my skin, damp and uncomfortable. I peeled it off, tossed it aside, and headed to the sink to splash cold water on my face.

My mind would randomly return to Crestville. “How I wished Aiden and Damon weren't there.” I sighed. I'd prefer it there to this place.

The uncertainty of my fate here gnawed at me.

I dressed quickly, choosing a simple dress that covered more than the nightgown, but the memory of Damon's voice lingered. His touch. His punishment. Whether dream or reality, it had left me marked.

I paced the room, trying to shake it off.

But the ache remained.

Constantly reminding me of my possible fate here.