I CANT ESCAPE HIM

Coincidence

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~CHASE~

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Clairmont is a shithole.

It’s crazy with the way Sophie raves about it, I was expecting something… different.

It’s pristine alright.

With prim and proper fools who are scared to get a little dirty.

No underground fight clubs. No strip clubs around campus. Just a ballroom like we’re in some Barbie fairytale land.

Fucking boring.

Except for the girls leaving notes on my dorm door every morning. Apparently, beating the golden boy has its perks. Everyone loves me. Except Sophie who hasn’t answered my stream of texts. But being the troublemaker that I am, I send more anyway.

I take a quick shot of the c******l suction device on my Hotel room desk and send it to her.

‘Reminds me of you.’

‘What is that?’ Her text comes instantly. I smile.

‘A satisfyer. Do you forgive me stepsister?’

Minutes go by. Then, her reply hits in all caps.

‘I’M BLOCKING YOU!’

‘No you aren’t. You like the attention too much babygirl.’

‘Stay away from me chase’

I chuckle.

As much as I'd love to continue this lovely conversation, I have a guest to entertain.

I click my phone off and smooth out the duvet. You can never trust these workers to do a proper job.

I booked the biggest suite in this bloody hotel, and of course, the power grid decided to s**t the bed. The only light comes from the bedside lamp.

Fuck it. I like s*x in the dark anyway. I just hope my companion does too.

For the years I spent in Greywell Penitentiary, I had a lot of time to think about my 'plan' for New York. My father, Sophie... everything was mapped out.

I wasn't supposed to get distracted. Especially not by some faceless girl on an app.

But 'Nina' is different.

I pull up her profile again, staring at the empty photo slot. Most girls on ‘Nostrings’ try too hard. They post filtered thirst traps and talk about 'discreet fun.'

Nina’s bio is a different kind of trap.

‘I’m not a good girl. Far from it. I’m the type that always wants to be a victim. It’s like a kink. I won’t say it out loud, though. But I’m very open to exploring what happens when obedience meets psycho.’

“…Obedience meets psycho” I mutter, tracing the words on the screen.

My pulse kicks up. It’s a dangerous thing to say to a guy like me. I don’t just want to meet her; I want to see if she can actually handle the monster she’s inviting in.

For some strange reason, I pictured her as some redhead with rounded t**s, glasses, pale skin and deep freckles. My f*****g stepsister. Sophie Williams.

The bane of my existence. The girl who currently occupies my every waking thought, and whose red lace panties are currently stashed in my bottom drawer. A knot forms in my throat as I picture her sexy mouth that I so desperately want to kiss.

A knock sounds on the door. I spring up on my feet. Pulse thrumming.

I hear the click of shoes, even before I open the door. It’s obvious, Nina has been pacing around behind the door.

Nervous much?

There’s silence as I usher her inside the dim room.

“You're late babygirl.”

I hear a thud followed by a shriek.

“You okay? Should I turn my flashlight?” She hadn’t stubbed her toes did she?

“I’m okay.” Her voice comes back. muffled. Breathless.

Through the dim lighting, I watch her move. She has a very slim curvy frame. The bedside light reflects on her hair. I freeze.

She has red hair!

“Ummm… I’m sorry, getting here was really difficult. Traffic…” she mutters, walking toward the bed.

Wait a bloody minute. I blink realizing there’s something familiar about this girl. Too familiar. It’s the same voice that used to drone on and on about her perfect boyfriend through the phone receiver, rubbing it in my face that she had a life while I was locked in an asylum. I almost choked the nurse trying to sedate me the day I found out she was officially dating Sebastian.

No. I shake my head, dismissing the insane thought. It can’t be her. Sophie Williams cares too much about her ‘Image’ to use a site like NoStrings were literal predators roam. Besides, she’s head over heels for the golden boy.

And yet, I’m thinking about her again. f**k. My stepsister. The one I want writhing and moaning beneath me while I f**k her brains out, while simultaneously wrapping my hands around her pale throat.

“You nervous babygirl?” I ask, masking my suspicion.

“Yeah.” Her voice comes back, unsure.

Damn she even sounds like her. This can’t be good. Am I really using this stranger as a substitute to unleash all my twisted fantasies about Sophie?

I walk deeper into the room, toward the table where I laid out my stash of silk blindfolds and leather cuffs.

“Are you a student?” she asks from behind me.

I shrug. “No. Are you?”

There’s a long pause.

“No, I’m not,” she says finally.

“Hmm.” Sifting through my equipment, I grab a black silk tie and turn around. “Stand up. Move forward.”

She obeys instantly.

I like that.

“But I can’t see you,” she whines softly.

I stifle a dark chuckle. “Relax, babygirl. All in good time.”

Moving closer, the shadows obscure her face, but I can make out the faint pink of her lipstick and the rapid rise and fall of her chest. She tenses, her breasts straining against the tight fabric of her top as I close the distance.

I circle her with slow, predatory steps, savoring the anticipation before I slip the silk over her eyes and tie it securely at the back of her head. Her breathing shifts, turning ragged. I can practically smell her excitement.

Without warning, I grip her waist and pull her flush against me. Her body slams into mine, and a surprised, breathless gasp rings out.

And then, the scent hits me.

Sun-warmed strawberries and a hint of vanilla cream.

I stiffen, every muscle in my body locking up, but she turns into me. Her arms slide over my chest, her fingers eager, exploring the heavy planes of my torso. Her lips part in pure, blind fascination.

“Someone’s a little impatient,” I whisper.

She chuckles, a breathy, nervous sound.

Grunting with frustration and an overwhelming, sudden need to taste her, I lift her entirely off the floor. I carry her to the edge of the couch and drop her down, parting her thighs wide enough to accommodate me as I drop to my knees.

“f**k, you’re so soft,” I murmur. I lean in, sliding my tongue over the exposed, trembling skin of her inner thigh.

No panties.

“You naughty, naughty girl.”

She shudders violently, her head throwing back against the cushions.

The scent of her arousal hits me instantly, intoxicating and sweet. I groan, giving in to the magnetic pull, and bury my face against her. Without a second of hesitation, I swipe my tongue flat against her fold.

“Ohhffuckk…”She hisses sharply, jerking back, her hands flying down to grip my hair.

That only fuels me. I hook one of her legs over my shoulder to open her up completely and dig in. I nip at her dripping folds, circling two fingers against her throbbing c**t while I relentlessly taste her.

She’s moaning loudly now, gasping fragmented words, writhing helplessly against my mouth, trembling as I consume her.

But then, like a bucket of ice water crashing over heated skin, she cries out.

“Yes, Chase! f**k, just like that. Just like that, Chase I’m so close!!”

I freeze.

I pull back instantly, dropping her leg and stumbling backwards.

What the f**k is going on here?

“Oh my goodness, I’m so sorry. Did I freak you out?” Her hands move up, searching for me. “I’m so sorry. You see, I have this… well, this asshole stepbrother. I’ve had this stupid crush on him since we were kids, and he’s so hot and…” She lets out breathless laugh.

“Yeah, I know it sounds crazy, but—I always think of him when I masturbate. I can’t help it.”

I blink.

“I don’t know if I’m supposed to tell you this,” she rambles on, “but he’s like… a literal psychopath. And… that s**t has always turned me on.”

I can’t f*****g breathe.

The curves. The red hair. The scent of sun-warmed strawberries and vanilla. The f*****g voice.

Sophie Williams. My stepsister.

I don’t utter a word.

“Are you there? Hey, say something to me.”

Just then, the power comes back. Flooding the room with brightness.

“Oh, finally,” she mutters.

I watch her, chest thudding hard against my ribs as she unties the blindfold, pulls it down, and drags a trembling hand through her messy red hair. “I was wondering when the lights would come back on.”

And then, her gaze lands on me.

Confusion. Shock. Horror. I watch the exact second it dawns on her.

Almost instantly, she’s off the couch, sprinting toward the door and rattling the handle like it will magically give.

I sigh, crossing my arms, trying to gather myself. “You know it’s locked, right?”

“Where are the keys?” she demands.

“In my pants, wedged against my d**k. Come and get it.”

“You disgusting, infuriating, vile—” She moves.

I only have a fraction of a second to duck before she flings a throw pillow at my head. It misses, thudding against the wall.

“Sophie—”

“You f*****g did this on purpose, didn’t you?!” she screams. Grab another pillow. I duck again.

“Sophie! Relax! You’re gonna have a panic attack.”

“I said open the f*****g door, Chase!” She’s pacing now, dragging her fingers through her hair in pure frustration.

“Oh. My. God. No, this can’t be real. It’s a nightmare. I’ll wake up and you’ll be gone.”

I just stare at her.

Panic flashes in her eyes again. A second dose of realization. Her cheeks heat up. No doubt remembering where my mouth had been. What it did. What she confessed.

I lick my lips, her taste still lingering.

She pivots, grabs a glass vase off the console table.

“Sophie, wait—”

It smashes behind me, sending glass and water exploding everywhere.

But she’s not done. She turns, wild eyes locked on the flat-screen TV.

“Oh, no you don’t.”

I move, catching her wrists and pinning her hands behind her back.

“Let go of me you f*****g— I’ll kill you!”

She thrashes violently. We lose our balance, rolling on the floor.

“Sophie, will you even listen to me? I didn’t do this on purpose! I’m just as surprised as you are.”

“Liar!” she grunts. Before I can pin her weight, she reaches out for the bedside lamp and smashes it on my head.

“f**k!” The pain is blinding.

That’s all it takes for her to snatch the keys from my pocket, scramble up from the floor and out of the room.

I fall back, letting the blood trickle down my eye with the smell of my stepsister’s arousal heavy in the air.

Fuck.