Knotted By My Hockey Stepbrother My Ex Left Me For

Chapter 10

CADY

The door opened without a knock.

I jumped to my feet so fast my head spun.

Damon stepped inside. His golden eyes swept over me, slow and deliberate, taking in every detail: the way my dress wrinkled from sitting on the floor, the flush on my cheeks, the way my chest rose and fell too quickly, the faint tremble in my hands.

“You look like you’ve been crying,” he said. Voice low. Almost amused. “Or maybe you’ve been touching yourself. Thinking about me.” He grinned with sarcasm.

I lifted my chin, trying to find some shred of defiance amid the storm inside me. “I haven’t.”

He closed the door behind him. Locked it. The click echoed like a gunshot in the quiet room.

He stalked forward slowly. Each step measured. Predatory. “Liar.”

I backed up until my calves hit the edge of the bed. Nowhere left to go. My heart hammered against my ribs so hard I thought it might bruise me from the inside.

“What do you want?” I asked, my voice smaller than I intended.

He stopped inches from me. Heat rolled off him in waves.

My core clenched hard. My panties were soaked again. I hated how predictable my body had become around him. How my heart reacted when she's supposed to fight.

“You thought I was done with you?” He scoffed.

“I….I….” I tried to protest but he cut me off with a single raised finger pressed to my lips. The touch burned. Electric. “Strip.”

The door banged open again and this time, Aiden walked in, meeting the words coming out of his mouth.

My jaw dropped.

It was unexpected. That betraying eyes locked with me again. Instead of the cold hate like in Damon, it was pure sarcasm. The ecstasy in watching me humiliated and suffering.

My eyes moistened.

“Strip,” Damon growled, forcing my thoughts off Aiden for a moment. His voice was darker and rougher here. “Now!” The aura captured my reluctance to obey before the fiancé who betrayed me and he's there to laugh me in the face.

It was obvious Damon had begun to do what his dad asked.

Aiden stepped beside him, draping his hands round his arms, head pressed to his side, watching me with a beaming satisfaction.

Tears formed on my eyes, hot and I was hurting but I couldn't afford to cry at this moment. I pressed in the tears, summoning a stiff face.

My hands shook as I reached for the hem of my dress. I pulled it over my head slowly. The fabric whispered against my skin like a secret being told.

Then I stood there in nothing but the red lace panties I had put on earlier. My n*****s were diamond-hard. My breasts were heavy with need as I gaze at Damon and not Aiden to confirm his reaction. My panties clung to me, the damp spot visible even in the low firelight.

He circled me like a predator assessing prey. The belt dangled from his hand again, leather swaying gently with each step. He dragged it lightly across my back. Down my spine. Over the curve of my ass. Teasing. Never striking. Just enough pressure to make me shiver.

“You think you can handle me?” he asked softly. “You think you can survive this villa? Survive me? When you couldn’t survive Crestville?”

My eyes flipped to Aiden. A mix of fun and jealousy. Happy I was being humiliated and jealous his man was looking at a naked girl, especially one with big, succulent boobs and a massive, round ass.

I swallowed a big lump, face lowered. Silent.

He chuckled. Low. Then he leaned into Aiden’s ear and whispered something I couldn't hear.

He stood straight up again. “You can’t.” And I linked it to the question.

You think you can survive this place? Survive me?

The belt grazed between my legs. Just a feather-light touch against the soaked lace covering my p***y. I whimpered. My hips jerked involuntarily.

He leaned over me. Breath hot against my ear. “You are already dripping. Again. Pathetic little stepsister. Slut.”

The word pinched me, f*****g me up. I edged my brows. Yes, I want him to fall for me but I don't want to fall for him. The slut seemed almost inaccurate except for my heart who is reacting weirdly.

Tears pricked my eyes. Shame burned in my chest. “Please…”

“Please what?” he mocked. I wanted to scold him not to call me that name. That's not who I am but no words came out. He used the chance, abusing further.

“Please touch you? Please f**k you? Please let you c*m?”

I bit my lip. Nodded. Could not help it.

He laughed softly. “No.”

He stepped back. The belt lifted away.

Damon stalked over. Tilted my chin up with two fingers. “Look up!”

“I can’t,” I whispered. Tears spilled over. They wanted to see my tears and laugh at me more.

His belt tapped my back. Gentle. Teasing. “Coming here was your worst mistake and worst of it, fighting over my boyfriend. If you expose us, ever, I’ll deal with you miserably…….”

He dragged the leather over my n*****s. Between my legs. Watching me squirm. Watching me leak onto the sheets.

“I'll make you beg for love but you will never have it, because this is the love of my life.” He turned and kissed Aiden briefly. My muscles went weak.

He stepped back.

The torment hadn't even lasted long but it was getting unbearable.

Damon stepped forward, about to go deeper when Aiden grabbed his hand quickly.

“Please don't go further. Let her be. Whatever you wanted to do to her, do with me.” His eyes glowed, mocking. Then he winked and chuckled.

Damon listened. I grumbled within me at the fake pity he was trying to portray. I knew better than that.

But Damon didn't want to go.

Fuckkk.