Veils of Rivalry Chapter 71

Blaise's POV

His fingers trail over my contracting abs as I whisper a choked “No…” and inhale a trembling breath. “I was jealous that she was fucking you.” He grows still. I’m not even sure if he’s breathing anymore. “I let it go that far because my own emotions intrigued me. What you don’t see in that video is that I kissed you afterward.”

“You kissed me?” He sounds haunted.

“I’ve wanted to kiss you for so fucking long,” I admit. “Even before I realized it myself. I’m crazy about you, Cole.” I slowly turn around, the door at my back. “But I get it… I wouldn’t forgive me either.”

A muscle clenches in Cole’s stubbled jaw as I turn to open the door. I need to get out of here, or I’ll try to touch him again. We both need space.

“Where are you going?” His voice stops me in my tracks.

“I’m going home.”

“The fuck you are!”

I frown, but before I can turn around, he grabs the back of my neck and shoves me hard against the door. “Now, who the fuck is running away?” he asks, reaching around me to tear my belt open. “Who is hiding behind their walls?” His hand slips inside my briefs, and he palms my dick. My cheek squishes painfully against the door. I press back against the wood with my hands, and it’s all I can do not to turn around and take control.

Cole’s touch is different—more forceful, which is exciting and a little scary. He needs this.

He yanks my jeans and briefs down my legs. Cool air licks at my exposed ass. I hold my breath, my dick twitching against my T-shirt. Holding his body flush against my back, he strokes my cock in languid, mind-blowing pulls. Before long, I’m thrusting into his hand while he unbuckles his belt one-handed.

“Why do you have to drive me so fucking insane?” he growls, angry and turned on.

“Cole?” I ask uncertainly, trembling when he spits on his fingers and applies pressure to my back hole. My entire body tenses up.

“Tell me no one has had this ass before. Tell me all of you is mine.”

Fuck, his dirty words make me throb all over.

Cole isn’t done. He fists my hair and pulls tight on the short strands, snarling in my ear, “Tell me you want my fat cock to fill your ass with cum.”

Jesus…

“You’re bleeding,” he taunts, removing his fingers and dragging them over a sore cut on my eyebrow. They come away slick with blood. He chuckles. “I fucked you up real good back there, didn’t I? You’ll need stitches.”

I suck in a breath when he circles my tight exit before reaching around me to jerk my cock with his free hand. He presses two slick fingers inside me, using my own blood as lube. I choke on my breath, my toes curling at the burn. My body hums with anticipation.

“Feel that?” he taunts. “Feel how tight you are.” He removes his hand to pull down his zipper. My heart rate spikes when he smacks his dick against my ass—once, then twice. His hard length prods my back hole, and I hold my breath. I’m not prepped enough. This will hurt. But if anything, my cock hardens even more at the thought of having Cole inside me. I want him to possess every sick, twisted part of me.

“Make it hurt,” I beg.

He hums, then says, “You like to bleed.” Grabbing the back of my neck, he holds up a pocket knife in front of my face—a knife I didn’t know he had on him. “Remember this? You made me use one on you.” His touch is bruising, his words are poisonous, yet I love every second.

The knife disappears out of sight. I try to look behind me, but he keeps me locked in place with his hand on my damp neck. A sudden, sharp sting burns my hip as he chuckles cruelly. I hiss, angling my hips away out of instinct, and he presses the bloodied blade against my throat.

“Stay still,” he warns, his cock digging into me from behind.

With the knife pressed to my throat, he swipes fresh blood from the slash on my hip and lubes up his dick. My mouth dries up. I feel him at my entrance—so fucking hard. “Tell me one thing, Blaise, when did you first screw around on me with Tiago?”

A cry rips from my lips when he rams his cock inside me and slaps his hand over my mouth to muffle my sounds while shushing me.

“Shut the fuck up, Blaise.” Thrust. “Did you fuck him all this time?” Thrust. “Did he feel better than me?”

I breathe through my nostrils. My ass feels as if someone poured gasoline over it and set it on fire. Cole snaps his hips, and the blade in his hand threatens to cut me with every powerful claim.

“I doubt he fucked you as good as this, huh?” He drags his wet tongue up the side of my neck and presses his lips to my ear. “I swear to fucking god, I will leave you bleeding and covered in cum, then I’ll hunt him down and kill him so fucking slowly he wishes he never put his hands on you.”

I sink my teeth into the fleshy part of his hand, and he hisses as he rips it away. “I never touched him.”

“No?” Thrust. “Have you already forgotten I broke his fucking nose in the cafeteria for kissing you?”

I groan with his next deep, savage thrust. He fucks me like he hates me and wants to brand himself on my soul. A tingle starts at my spine, and my balls draw up tight. His cock in my ass hurts so fucking good—his anger feels so fucking good.

“You don’t like it, do you? You don’t like that you’re jealous,” I taunt, just to get a reaction. “Tiago has the softest fucking lips⁠—”

He rams his cock deep, and it pulses as he snarls, “Shut the fuck up!”

Chuckles vibrate my chest. I can’t help but love how my dick leaks precum when he is this angry and possessive. I almost want to taunt him some more, but Cole is already at his breaking point, and he might snap if I do.

He presses the tip of the knife to my jugular, making my heart rate spike. “You’re mine, Blaise.”

“I’m yours,” I reply. “Only yours.”

My words seem to soothe the chaos brewing inside him. The knife falls to the floor, and he hauls me away from the door and slams me down on Mia’s vanity desk. Makeup products clatter to the floor, and the front legs lift off the ground with every hard thrust.

“Fuck,” I grunt and curl my fingers around the edge for something to hold on to. The vanity crashes against the wall, more items toppling to our feet. Blood smears the white surface.

Cole fists my hair and yanks my head up. Our eyes meet in the mirror. His are heavy with heady lust, a jaw clenched tight. A light sheen of sweat dampens his forehead.

“I’m gonna come inside you so fucking hard,” he says, watching my ass swallow his cock.

Moaning, I study my face and flushed cheeks in the mirror. I never thought I’d see the day I took a cock in my ass. I always thought of myself as a topper, but I’ll bend the rules for Cole. I’ll let him unleash his inner demons on me, if only to see the pure erotic sadism in his eyes.

“Fuck me harder,” I plead, my dick pulsing and throbbing.

He smacks me hard, and I groan at the sharp, sudden sting on my ass cheek. Fuck… Cole is ruthless.

Three more thrusts. “Fuck…fuck, fuck, fuck.” He buries his cock deep and grabs my neck while his cock pulses his release. A guttural groan rumbles in his chest. The feel of his hot cum spilling inside me has me moaning his name and trembling.

Before we can catch our breath, he drops to his knees behind me and spreads my ass cheeks. “I love seeing my cum drip from this perfect ass.”

“Jesus Christ,” I choke out when his wicked mouth descends on my back hole. Holy fuck.

“Fuck yourself,” he orders, lapping up his cum as it leaks out of me. “Make yourself come.” His tongue circles my entrance, and he groans as he grips me tighter and forces his tongue inside me. He slurps and licks before biting my ass cheek while I jerk my length almost frantically. My panting breaths steam up the mirror in front of me. There’s a photograph of me and Mia at the ski resort taped to it. She looks so fucking happy in my arms, beaming at the camera. I break out in a cold sweat—so close, so fucking close.

“Such a filthy little brother.”