Game of the Stepbrothers(4)

He doesn't decline the offer, leaning down against my mouth and sucking my bottom lip in his, biting down gently. I moan lightly as his hands come around my body, wrapping me in a tight embrace.

"Nature will have to wait," Blane growls in my ear. "First, I have some other things for you to do ..."

He takes my hand, sliding it between his legs where his rock hard cock is already waiting for me, and I'm suddenly desperate for him to plunge into my tightness.

Moaning and giggling at the same time, I let him take me ... And I forget all about our plans, letting myself enjoy this blissful moment of peace and solitude.

How foolish I am ...





Chapter 4


After a long day of making love and exploring the island, we decide to make our dinner by ourselves. Blane and I have a housemaid at home who prepares most of our meals, plus we eat out a lot, so actually preparing something from scratch is a little strange for us.

But seeing the fridge and pantry stocked with so much amazing food, I can't help but feel inspired by the local produce. I even end up picking some fruit and vegetables from the garden in the backyard.

Blane helps me with dinner, and we make grilled fish with steamed veggies and potatoes. It might seem silly, but the way we work together in the kitchen makes me feel happy.

When we finally sit down in the dining room, a feast before us, I'm ravenous. The dinner is delicious, and I choose to ignore the fact we've burned the fish a little and eat the blackened parts anyway, which Blane makes fun of me for.

We both shower and get ready for bed, but just as I'm coming out of the bathroom into the bedroom, there's a buzzing sound and immediately after that, we're enveloped in complete and utter darkness.

"Blane?" I ask immediately, my voice already filled with panic.

"Don't worry," he says reassuringly, and I can hear him moving to reach me across the room. "It's probably just the buggy electricity here. Everything should be fine by the morning, so don't bother yourself with it."

Despite his words, I can feel a panic attack fighting its way out of me. The room is pitch black and Blane has to help me find my way to the king size bed. He holds me tightly in his embrace, never letting go, but even when he's fast asleep, I can't catch a wink of peace.

Finally, he rolls over and I break free of his embrace, which isn't reassuring me at all at the moment. I can feel the panic taking over and I stumble through the room, somehow finding my way through the French doors leading down to the beach.

As soon as my feet hit the sand, I'm illuminated by moonlight and the fresh air finds its way into my lungs. I take deep, heaving breaths of the thick air and I feel like an addict getting his hit.

I stumble down the beach until my feet are in the water, telling myself I need to calm down in my head. I've been on edge for years now, but somehow, it seems like this trip isn't agreeing with me even though we both thought it was exactly what I needed.

My hand flies to my heart as my breaths become a little less ragged and I finally feel the air entering my lungs, as hot and oppressive as it is.

I wish I were more careful, because no amount of panic could prepare me for what happens next.

A pair of strong arms wraps itself around me, and for a split second, I'm sure it's just Blane coming down after me to check up on me and make sure I'm fine. The embrace is loving and sweet ... but only for a moment.

Then, it turns vicious. The hands tighten around my body in a deadly embrace and I gasp, taking in a sharp intake of breath just before a hand flies up and presses against my mouth forcibly.

I feel hot breath on my neck and someone whispers in my ear.

"Missed me, doll?" he whispers in my ear and I immediately start feeling the darkness around us, pulling me under. I'm sure my legs will buckle under my weight, but before the unconsciousness can take over, the body behind mine makes sure I stand upright, and the moment is gone.

My chance of blissful, dark ignorance is gone forever ... now I have to face the facts.

It's Aiden.

I felt his presence ever since we came here, but I refused to let myself believe it. I had convinced myself he was gone years ago, that he would never come back - his sick obsession with us was finally over.

Should've listened to your instincts, doll.

"Don't you dare blank out on me," Aiden growls in my ear. "The party's just getting started ..."

I whimper like a sad puppy, too weak to do anything about what is happening. His grip on my mouth is so tight I'm barely getting any air in my body, and my heart is pumping blood through my veins at such a fast rate, it's a wonder I don't pass out.

I wish I could go back in time and tell Blane. Tell him this would happen, ask him to save me.

Aiden's cruel lips mar my neck, sliding his lips across my delicate skin and I shiver under his touch, trying to twist myself out of his arms.

"Oh, you don't like that?" he mocks me, biting hard on my shoulder so I let out a muffled scream, right into his palm which is still covering my mouth. "Seemed to like me just fine on the beach the other day ... Wished you were my little friend, didn't you?"

I have no idea what he's talking about, but slowly, the memories start trickling in.

The other day, seeing Blane on the beach with another woman, grabbing her ass.

Only ... it wasn't Blane. It was Aiden all along.

I whimper again and he emits a low chuckle against my skin, sending goose bumps across my complexion. And suddenly, I'm more afraid than I've ever been in my entire life.

Even though they're twins, Aiden and Blane only share a physical appearance. It is true - sometimes it was even hard for me to distinguish between the two of them, and judging by the current events, I still have that problem ...

Blane was the bad seed on the outside, rebellious and darkly brooding. Aiden was my sweet stepbrother, my best friend ... Until he lost it.

Blane loved me, Aiden tortured me.

Blane caressed me, Aiden carved scars into my body.

Blane took care of me, Aiden only wanted me so he could destroy me and be victorious over his brother ... It's a game of brothers and I've gotten caught up in the middle of it.

"So much to tell you, baby," Aiden whispers deliriously in my ear, and my eyes widen at what's about to happen. I'm slowly realizing I can't do anything about the predicament I'm in.

He's got me, and this time ...

He won't let go.

I reach up and pull hard on his arm, for which I'm rewarded with a curse and a slap across my face, after which Aiden finally turns me around to see his face.

When our eyes meet, his hand still clasped over my mouth, I'm left speechless.

The resemblance is uncanny - he has the same haircut as Blane, the same face, the same eyes ... They're the same build, too. No one could tell them apart, except for me. Because I know that dark glint in Aiden's eyes all too well, and I know whatever awaits me won't be good.

"Time to play," he growls at me and drags me off as I kick and try to scream, but I'm no match for his sculpted body and strong, muscular arms.

My eyes fall to my last hope, thankful Aiden didn't notice it.

When I tugged on his arm, I tugged on my pendant too, and it came off in my arm. I let it fall on the beach and it's the only trace left of me there.

I think of Blane desperately.

Please find me, love ...

Find me before it's too late for me.





Chapter 5


I'm dragged across the island, the shrubbery beneath my feet cutting into my skin and scraping my heels as I fight to regain control over my body. But it's no use - Aiden's grip is tight and death-like on my arms and I know this time he won't let go as easily as he did before.

Finally, he has enough of my muffled screams and he tears a piece off my night gown, stuffing it in my mouth maliciously so I can't make a sound. Hot tears of humiliation flow down my cheeks as I realize how exposed I am now, and to the person I despise and fear most in the world, no less.

He drags me for a long time and I struggle the whole way there. Finally, we arrive at a house which looks the same as mine and Blane's, but is supposedly the other one on the island. The house which surely looks welcoming and warm in the sunlight is dark and ominous, enveloped in darkness and only illuminated by a few rays of moonlight.

A woman stands at the door and as we come closer, my eyes widen immediately. It's the woman from the beach whom I now realize I saw with Aiden, not Blane - but something else about her is familiar.

"Move the fuck away, Marissa," Aiden hisses as soon as we're in her hearing range and the blonde quickly does what she is told, which makes me wonder why she is so fast to react.

Guess she knows what happens when she doesn't obey, and it can't be good.

But then a short gasp leaves my lips, muffled by the piece of fabric stuffed tightly in my mouth. I recognize the woman as the one who was with Aiden when he took me to his house all those years ago. I remember Blane telling me with horror how his twin strangled her.

But if she died ... how can she be here?

I mumble in the fabric and Aiden drags me inside the house, letting me drop to the floor like a ragdoll. I look up at him with pleading eyes as he stands over me, asserting his dominance. The woman, Marissa, comes up behind him like a lost puppy, and she looks at him with such insane adoration it sends chills down my spine.

I have no idea what I've stumbled upon here, but these two both seem completely, utterly insane. My thought are confirmed when Aiden laughs shrilly in my face, taunting me with his laughter and the manic look in his eyes.

"Thought you could escape?" he asks me, a devilish grin on his face. "You never will, Emme ... Every time you think you're safe, I'll be one step behind, waiting to claim you."