Free Stepbrother Wants (His Twisted Game, Book Eight) by Chloe Hawk

STEPBROTHER WANTS   (His Twisted Game, Book Eight)
    By Chloe Hawk
    Copyright 2015, Chloe Hawk, all rights
reserved.   This book is a work of
fiction, and all resemblance to any persons, living or dead is entirely
coincidental.   All characters
depicted in this book are eighteen years of age or older.

 
 
    COLE

 
    It took a second for me to figure out
exactly what it was I was seeing.   It
was so far out of the realm of possibility, so far removed from anything I could
ever have imagined that my brain had a difficult time coming to grips with what
was on the screen.
    It was Avery, out in the middle of what
looked like a forest.   There were
tree branches and leaves in the frame, and everything looked dark and dusty,
untouched, like she’d been dropped in the middle of nowhere.   She was wearing a
bikini top and a dark jean skirt, her hair pulled back in a ponytail , her cheeks slightly sunburned .
    “Tell me you want it,” Jeffrey’s voice
came though the speakers of my phone.
    Avery smiled, but the smile didn’t reach
her eyes.
    “I want it,” she said.   Her words were slightly slurred and
color rose high on her cheeks.
    “Get up against the tree,” Jeffrey
said.   His voice sounded giddy,
high, like a child who was about to get away with something.
    Avery turned around and put her hands on
the tree, pushing her ass up into the air.
    Jeffrey’s hand appeared at the bottom of
the frame, and I watched in sick fascination as his fingers snaked up under
Avery’s skirt and pulled the crotch of her panties over to the side.
    The camera or the phone or whatever it
was he was using to record her jostled then, and a second later I realized
why.   Jeffrey was pulling his pants
down, getting ready to fuck her, to slide inside of her, to take her right
there in the woods.
    Blazing hot rage seared through my veins,
so hot and scorching I was afraid it was going to physically burn me.  
    Time stood still.
    Everything came to a halt.
    The room was quiet.
    No one moved for a long moment.
    Then, finally, I snapped out of my trance
and hit the pause button, stopping the video.
    My stomach rolled in on itself, and for a
split second, I thought I was going to lose it, thought I was going to throw
up.   But my anger swallowed my
nausea, used it as fuel to burn brighter.
    I became aware of the fact that Kalia and
Easton were still in the room.
    “I need a moment alone with Avery,” I
said.   My voice was controlled,
even, no trace of the turmoil that was going on inside me, no sign of the rage
that was boiling so fast and hard I’d never felt anything like it.
    Kalia and Easton glanced at each other,
anxious looks on their faces.
    They’d heard enough, saw enough, to know
exactly what was on the video.
    They would have to understand they needed
to keep this quiet.
    But I would deal with them later.   Office gossip or my company’s
reputation was the least of my worries right now.
    They shuffled out the door, and it shut
behind them with an audible click.
    I turned to Avery.
    She was standing behind me, her face
pale, her hand gripping the side of my desk.
    “Do you want to explain?” I said, holding
up my phone.   “What the hell this is?”

 
    AVERY

 
    The room spun in front of me, fading in
and out.
    I felt like I was looking at everything
through a tunnel – Cole’s voice, the sound of the video coming through
his phone, the look on Kalia and Easton’s faces   -- all of it seemed like it was happening at the end of dark
corridor.
    My vision swam and I gripped the side of
Cole’s desk so tightly that it pressed into my skin hard enough to cause
pain.   The pain grounded me in
reality, and I forced myself to push into the wood harder. I imagined the sharp
edge breaking my skin open, imagined myself bleeding to death all over the rug.   But when I looked down, there was only
a small indent on my palm, nowhere even close to breaking the skin.
    When I glanced back up again, Kalia and
Easton were