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I shake my head and force those thoughts aside.
The boy I didn’t care to identify, was looking directly into the lens of the camera, a fuckboi smile on his face. But Noah…now he is a lost fucking soul. He stared at her as though all he wanted was to rip her clothes off and fuck her in every position possible. No, it was more than that, he looked like he wanted to possess her, to ruin her, hurt her in ways she’s never been hurt before. He wants to break her, put her back together again and break her again.
But I can tell he’sneverhad her. Mateo informed me of how badly Valeria wants this guy, so why haven’t they at least given into their primal desires? After scrolling through his Instagram, it was obvious the guy prefers dick to pussy, but given the chance I know without a single doubt he’d sink balls deep into my stepsister.
His desperation to not only have her, but to protect her with everything he has could come in handy for me. For my plans to ruin Roberto.
I send off a message to the dean of the university, a woman I’ve had on her knees for me more times than I can count, and to remind her of a debt she owes me.
Her reply is instant.
Whitmore:What can I do for you, sir.
I smirk at her submissiveness as I type Noah’s address, which was pathetically easy to get, and the rest of his information.
Me:Noah Cabañas from Blacktop, Indianapolis, class of 2022, graduated from Blacktop High in. Send him an acceptance letter to the University and your debt will be cleared with me. Make sure his housing is in Skull Valley, the Calavera Dorm house to be exact. Tell him he was selected for the scholarship program and all expenses are paid for. Put him on my account.
Whitmore: Done. But what if he doesn’t accept it, is my debt still cleared, sir?
Me: He will accept.
Before turning off the screen, I send her one more message.
Me: Tell anyone about this and I’ll make sure your debt falls onto your daughter.
Whitmore: I understand.
I stand from my spot, cracking my neck as I light up a cigarette. The neighborhood is a Latin community, with neighbors who will no doubt see me if I’m not careful. But I am, and even if anyone sees me, they’ll never identify me. Besides, I’ll be gone before they can even begin to describe me to the authorities.
I toss my cigarette, eyeing the windows on the second floor. I find the one I saw Noah moving around in when they first arrived here tonight. Though I know that Noah is allowed to sleep over, I know there are nights where the guy sneaks in after everyone is asleep. Obviously, I have no proof of this, but the way he practically worships Valeria, I know there’s an obsession pushing him to do things no normal friend does.
Of course, I’m proven right when I look through the bush below the window I’m after. A wooden ladder lays perfectly hidden, and I have to silently give Noah credit for the creep traits. No shade from me, I honestly have respect for the guy because I understand his level of obsession.
We both have an obsession with Valeria. For two different reasons, but an obsession, nonetheless.
I place the ladder softly before climbing up, counting on Noah to have left the window unlatched. Once again, Noah has proven to be quite useful to me. I quietly open Valeria’s window, smirking when it makes no sound.
There's a sturdy looking wooden desk in front of the window, one that I will have to climb across, thankfully it’s not cluttered with bullshit. Across the room and pushed into the corner is a full-size bed with two people sleeping soundly.
I pull my black sugar skull mask from my back pocket, the pliable rubber covering my face from sleepy eyes if Noah or Valeria happen to wake up and spot me. I crawl through the window and crouch on the corner of the desk, watching the two sleep as I pull the hood of my jacket over my head.
I honestly don’t know what I came in here for -which is not like me at all- but I had to see this pair in person. I respect Noah’s creep level because I myself have passed the boundaries of morality more times than I can count; I no longer see the lines between right and wrong, I just do what I want without remorse or regret.
I tilt my head as I spy my stepsister’s bare leg uncovered by the large comforter blanket. She has such mouthwatering legs, thick, tanned and begging for rough hands. My eyes travel from her small ankles that would look fantastic in manacles, to her calves that suggest she works out or plays sports, they’d look sensational with teeth marks, all the way up to that contraband worthy thigh. Fuck me, no one can tell me thick thighs aren’t the downfall of man.
It’s a damn shame this girl -with the body of a sex queen- is my sworn enemy. But I’ll use her, there’s no doubt about that. I’ll have a taste of this pretty littlemuñeca, and when I’m done with her, she’ll be nothing but a stained memory.
I silently step off the desk and move closer to the bed, my eyes sweeping up and over Valeria’s little boy shorts panties and toward her white tank top that barely hides the dark color of her nipple. It’s cut so low that all it would take is a slight of the hand and her breast would be free, but I know if I do that, I’m liable to wake her up with my dick shoving deep into her pussy.
How Noah hasn’t fucked her brains out is beyond me. It almost makes me want to cut his dick off if he’s not going to use it on her.
Growing up in my home, with a single mother who drank her liver to practical death and popped so many pills the woman is a walking pharmacy, I learned pretty quickly how your life can fall apart because of one poor judgment call.
My grandfather, though, he never saw the world as I do, and he fucked up and the lives of every member in his family. All of us have been under a hostile takeover because the patriarch of our family got just a little too hungry for power and played a short game that ended in his ruin and Roberto Calavera’s checkmate. It’s true, however, that it would have been found out one way or another, and it was Roberto who cleaned up a mess my grandfather made, but it wasn’t for free. It also stands to admit that if it weren’t for him giving me, my mother’s bastard baby, his last name, I would have been less than nothing in Coventry, a servant at the bidding of his owners.
I’m all for orgasm denial, but I’d rather swallow battery acid than to torture myself day after day, watching the object of my obsession fuck anyone else but me. Mateo told me how Noah watched him touch Valeria. How his eyes turned murderous when their lips touched. If it were me in Noah’s place, I would have made Valeria watch as I carved Mateo’s face so badly, he’d be unrecognizable.
I walk over to her side of the bed, lightly dragging my fingertips up her thigh, my cock rallying when goosebumps rise, following my touch. I tilt my head and stare at her sleeping face, peaceful, falsely angelic…I can see why Noah wants her.
