Veils of Rivalry Chapter 9

Blaise's POV

It’s like herding sheep, I realize, as we stumble upstairs. It’s a damn miracle I don’t let them all fall down the marble steps.

If I did, they’d lie in a laughing heap of blood and broken bones.

Everything is fun as hell now, apparently.

“Woah, look.” Mia points at a deer head on the wall, then breaks down in hysterical giggles.

Rolling my eyes, I open the bedroom door. “Get in.”

“So bossy, Daddy.” She blows me a kiss on her way inside and winks behind the mask as she pulls a laughing Allie behind.

Grinding my teeth to dust, it takes everything in me not to throttle her. But then citrus and leather invade my senses, and all thoughts of my annoying girlfriend evaporate.

Cole’s broad shoulders crowd me against the doorframe. “You put something in my drink.”

“I would never do such a thing. I’m a golden boy, remember?” Reaching out, I pull off his mask and swap it with mine. “There, that’s better.” The smile I offer him as I slide mine back down to cover my face is nothing short of evil. “Have fun.”

He sways into me before stumbling into the room when Mia yanks his arm, thinking he’s me, too fucked up to realize otherwise.

Yes, I’ll happily sacrifice her tonight for the greater good.

They fall onto the four-poster bed together, ripping their masks off, laughing and kissing.

Always one to be in control, Cole has lost all sense of the word now.

While Allie dances in front of a tall window, with her eyes closed and her arms raised in the air, I set up my phone on the dresser and press record, then double-check to ensure it’s getting a perfect shot of my dearest brother fucking up his life. Mom and Dad would be so proud.

I watch the screen with my back to the room, ignoring my twisting insides.

The urge to pull Mia away.

And not because I don’t like another man touching her, but because she’s touching him.

Cole motherfucking Carter.

Arms encircle my waist, and I turn around to find Allie smiling up at me.

Her mask lies abandoned on the carpeted floor.

“Why so serious, Cole?”

I tuck her hair behind her ear. One taste won’t hurt, right?

She drops to her knees and unbuckles my jeans. I should stop this, but despite what everyone likes to think, I’m not a good guy.

I’m selfish to the core.

Evil beyond measure.

While my brother fights with his fists, I cause anarchy through other less obvious measures.

Her devilish mouth envelopes me, and I fist her hair as I glance over at the bed. Cole has my girlfriend spread like a feast on the plush sheets, tongue buried deep in her cunt.

A cunt I’ve licked countless times.

I know her taste like the back of my hand. Know the feel of her clenching walls.

Mesmerized, I watch his fingers dig into Mia’s thighs while his tongue swirls circles over her swollen clit.

I’m jealous, my grip tightening on Allie’s hair, but the sickening feeling twisting my insides is not only intoxicating but addictive, too.

Allie swallows me down, and I grunt, forcing her to take more of my dick. She gags, so I ram my dick as far down the back of her throat as I can.

Something deliciously dark curls around my heart.

My balls throb and my teeth gnash. I pull out, palming my wet dick.

Lifting my gaze, I catch my girlfriend coming all over Cole’s face. She’s squealing like a little piggy—all inhibitions gone out the window.

I chuckle, pulling on my cock.

Fell right into that trap, brother.

But he’s not done.

Crawling up her body, fucked out of his damn mind, he frees his dick.

I push Allie away when she tries to suck me again. A sweet, toxic symphony of slapping skin rings out.

Naughty, Cole.

Allie likes to cheat, but I doubt she takes well to the tables turning.

And with her best friend.

I’ve got you by the balls now, Cole.

I watch his ass pump, his face buried in her neck.

Allie reaches for me again, clawing at my thighs with her sharp nails. Freddy was right; these pills fuck you up. It’s a damn circus in here.

Cupping her chin, I drag my thumb across her plump bottom lip. “You want to suck Cole’s dick?”

As my finger swipes the mascara streak on her cheek, she nods eagerly.

“Call me Cole,” I order.

Before I’ve had a chance to drop my hand, she’s slurping my cock, teasing me with sweet words like, “Choke me, Cole. Fuck my throat, Cole. I’m your whore, Cole.”

I quite like this game of pretending to be my brother while playing with his girlfriend.

My depraved thoughts shatter when Cole’s guttural groan fills the room. He shudders, fisting the pillows and sheets. I wouldn’t be surprised if my girlfriend suffocates to death beneath his dead weight. I don’t think I’d care.

The sight of him with his ass in the air, his damp, mussed-up hair, and jeans halfway down his thighs pushes me over the edge. I grip hold of the dresser behind me as I spill my cum down Allie’s throat.

When she’s swallowed every drop, I zip my dick away and grab my phone before walking over to my brother and pulling him off my girlfriend. He’s so gone; he just lies there, sprawled on his back with his softening, wet dick dampening the hem of his T-shirt. Chuckles vibrate his chest, shaking his diaphragm as I let the camera roll.

I fucking love it when a plan comes together.

“Lick her clean, Cole,” I order. “Don’t leave my girlfriend such a mess.”

Fisting his hair, I pull him up, and he flays, not yet in control of his own movements. He falls on top of Mia, and his mouth seeks out her cunt.

A ball-tingling groan echoes in the room as his tongue glides through their combined cum.

Mia moans my name, and I stifle a laugh.

This shit is too funny.

None of them will remember what happened here tomorrow, and that thought alone is what makes me end the video and haul my brother to his knees.

My lips are on his in the next second, kissing, biting, and nibbling. A groan claws its way up my throat as I taste their cum on his tongue.

Beneath the tangy flavor is something far more addictive—something salty.

Something entirely forbidden.

Something that feeds this insatiable beast.

It’s at this moment, as I devour his swollen lips and tongue, that I realize I’ll turn evil for him.

There are no lengths, no stretch of the imagination that I won’t go to own every part of him.

Maybe I spent the week planning my revenge, but now, as he moans and pulls on my belt, it dawns on me how meaningless revenge is when I can ruin this broken man and keep the shards for myself.

Pushing him off me, I grip his jaw and snap a picture.

I’ve never seen Cole so helpless.

So utterly delicious.

So mine.

“Sleep well, big brother.”

He collapses back onto the bed, and I pick up Mia, cradling her against my chest. She snores softly, limp in my arms.

I take one final look at the destruction I caused, seeing Cole asleep, and Allie curled up on the floor.

With a final grin and a shake of my head, I walk out.

If he wants to ruin my squeaky-clean reputation with a video, I’ll happily implode his world too. If I’m going down, he’s sure as hell going down with me.