My Stalker Is My Stepbrother

ChapterTwo

Bella

He was staring at me.



Those storm-gray eyes cut through the chaos like a blade, unblinking. The mask hid his mouth, but I swore I saw that same faint, knowing twitch. Like he already knew I’d go in. Like he’d already mapped every turn, every reflection, every place he could corner me.



My breath caught. Heat pooled low in my belly despite myself. He was taller than most of the guys here, broader, built like he could pin someone without effort and make it feel inevitable. 



The way the fabric stretched over his shoulders, the faint outline of muscle shifting as he pushed off the beam… it was obscene how effortlessly hot he was. Forbidden. Magnetic.



He tilted his head once like an invitation, daring me to do my worst.



I opened my mouth to tell Nina I couldn't do this, that I couldn't go in with her. I wanted to tell her that my stalker was here. 



But Nina tugged me forward. “Come on, we’re up!”



The loud music drowned out my words as we joined the other girls.



My heart pounded with the music as we stepped into the maze, and I startled every time I saw my reflection. The walls were made of mirrors. My red hair shone like like liquid fire under the pulsing neon lights.



Nina squeezed my hand once before letting go with a wicked grin. “See you on the other side, if you make it out uncatched.” Then she darted left, her laughter echoing into infinity.



I was alone.



The rules replayed in my head like a warning I was already ignoring: head start for the girls, then the guys enter. Don’t get caught. If you do… consent decides the rest.



“Hello, pretty angel. Let’s have some fun.” A low, slurred voice whispered right behind my ear.



My heart slammed into overdrive. I bolted, my heels skidding on the polished floor, every echoing footstep behind me spiking my pulse higher.



“Please, I’m not interested!” I yelled over my shoulder.



“Then run faster, b***h,” he spat, closer now.



Shit. This wasn’t the game anymore, this creep reeked of bad intentions.



A girl’s loud moan drifted from somewhere in the maze. I cringed. What the hell had I walked into?



I veered left, straight into a hard chest. The impact knocked the air from my lungs. The lights snapped off, plunging everything into black.



“Now we’ll have some fun,” he growled, his breath smelling of weed and sour alcohol.



“Get off me!” I shoved, but he was heavy.



Rough hands yanked at the hem of my dress. I slapped them away hard.



“Stop fighting it, b***h. I know you want it.” He pinned my wrists to my chest, crushing me against the cold mirror.



“I don’t. I’m not interested,” I hissed.



His palm slid up my inner thigh. I flinched, bile rising to my throat.



“Somebody help! He’s trying to force me!” I screamed into the void.



A sudden c***k, like bone on bone, split the dark. The creep flew backward with a grunt. The lights flickered back on. 



My stalker stood over the crumpled guy, his fists clenched tightly. 



His black hoodie stretched tight over carved muscle, the skull mask hiding everything but those storm-gray eyes burning with lethal calm. 



Ink peeked from his sleeves, veins standing out on forearms that looked made for breaking things, or holding them down.



Dark angel didn’t even begin to cover it. He was raw power wrapped in shadow, and the sight of him protecting me sent a traitorous heat curling low in my belly.



I scrambled up and ran. He didn’t chase. He followed, like he knew I had nowhere else to go.



“Nina!” I shouted, my voice trembling.



I crashed into a mirror, my palms slapping glass. 



My reflection stared back: red hair wild and tangled, my cheeks flushed, eyes huge with fear… and something hotter flickering underneath.



Then he was there, behind me in the reflection, close enough that his heat bled through the inch between us.



Dark. Dangerous. Devastating.



“What do you want?” I breathed, my voice barely above a whisper.



He reached up slowly and gathered my hair over one shoulder. His knuckle traced down my spine, his touch light and electric.



I shivered hard, my thighs pressing together on instinct.



“Why have you been stalking me?” The question ended in a gasp as he pressed forward, pinning me to the mirror with his body.



“The same reason you’re here, little red.” That deep baritone vibrated straight to my core. I clenched involuntarily, and he noticed, his hips shifting just enough to let me feel how hard he was against my ass.



Fuck. My eyes fluttered, rolling back for a second.

Up close, the mask revealed only his lips, full, cruelly curved, and those piercing gray eyes locked on mine in the glass. 



The faint ridge of his nose, his sharp jaw shadowed with stubble. He smelled like cedar, smoke, and pure sin.



He leaned in, his lips brushing my ear. “Tell me not to do this, and I’ll let you go. Say the word… and I walk.”



His hand slid to my hip, his thumb stroking the bare skin where my dress had ridden up. Possessive. Patient. Like he’d wait forever, or take everything right now.



My breath hitched. Every nerve screamed yes even as my mind spun.



I didn’t say red. I didn’t say anything. I arched back the tiniest bit, enough to press against him harder.



His low growl was the only warning before his grip tightened.



His hand slipped between my thighs, his fingers shoving my soaked panties aside. Two thick digits plunged deep inside me without warning.



I gasped, my nails scraping the mirror. My reflection stared back: lips parted, eyes glassy, my red hair a tangled halo.



“Look in the mirror while I unravel you, Red,” he growled against my ear, his voice like gravel and smoke.



I hated the nickname. I loved how it made my core clench around his fingers.



He pumped fast, hard, curling against that spot that made stars burst behind my eyelids. His thumb found my c**t, circling ruthless circles. 



Pressure built like wildfire, my thighs shaking, my hips grinding shamelessly onto his hand.



Right as the edge rushed up, my muscles tightening, my breath hitching in my throat, he yanked his fingers free.



My whine echoed in the dark. “What—?”



He stepped back and turned, walking away without a word, his broad shoulders disappearing into the mirrored maze like he owned every inch of it.



Oh my God. I'd just let my stalker finger me in a maze.