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Chapter Twenty

Bray

“She got you, just admit it.” I laugh as I smack Cyrus on the back. He storms past me to his bike. After screaming and embarrassing that blonde trophy who always hung on his arm, he demanded we leave. Cyrus isn’t just embarrassed, I would say he’s more... angry. He’s angry she played him, Blair that is. That she got him back. But not even he could hide the desire and respect it instilled in him.

No one ever stands up to him, nor have they ever been able to play his game.

Our new stepsister did, and now she has opened herself up to a world of pain. She basically just moved her pawn across the board, and now Cyrus won’t stop until that queen falls.

“Where are we going?” Asher grins at me, swinging his leg over his bike. “Need some mouthwash?”

“Yes, tell me, brother, what did she taste like?” Licking my lips, I lean into my bike as I stare at him. “I’ve been wondering every night when I jerk off to her.”

“Shut the fuck up,” he snarls, smashing down his visor and revving his bike over the sound of our laughter. He peels away as I grab my helmet and slip it on, winking at Asher.

“I’m betting pretty fucking good. Does this mean she’s no longer off limits, or do we just not give a fuck anymore?”

“I’m thinking all rules are out of the window.” He shrugs. “She started it, now she’s going to have to deal with it.”

“Shall we bet on who will be the first one to actually taste that little cunt?”

He snorts, pulling down his visor. “Why? We both know it’ll be me.” He revs and peels away too, following Cyrus. That little prick.

The game is on, stepsister, and you aren’t only the target of all three of us... but there are no more rules.

I’m going to make her scream my name so loudly she won’t be able to talk for a week.

I’m coming for you, Darling.

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