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NINE

INDI

The light from my phone nearly burned my eyes as I stared back at it. It had been almost twenty-fours hours since I’d heard from Carter and that was not normal. Normally, he was blowing up my phone or posting all over social media, trying to get a rise out of me. But he’d been so uncharacteristically quiet. Too quiet.

Where are the fuck you?

I swiped through my app, hoping to see a new post or at least have something from him, and noticed an unread message. I sat up, tapping on the red bubble to see it wasn’t from Carter, but the mystery guy. The one in the mask. My stomach twisted and turned into knots. He had sent me a new video. My finger hovered over it, hesitating.

Just play it. And I did.

Immediately, I had to turn the volume down as my own moans filled the room. I dropped the phone in horror and backed away from my bed as it continued to play.

What the fuck?

My eyes began to water as I watched myself. I stepped closer, realizing that this video wasn’t one I had posted for my subscribers. No, it was a homemade video of me masturbating. Alone. In Carter’s room.

Oh my god.

My hand trembled as I picked up the phone and watched. The man was not only recording me in what appeared to be Carter’s closet, but by the sounds of it, he, too, was masturbating. My hand covered my mouth as I held the phone and paused the video. Something curiously came over me.

I quietly shut my door and locked it before crawling back onto my bed, grabbing my headphones, and pressed play. The video continued as I turned the volume up and listened. My moans played loudly through the headphones as I began to come in the video, knocking my phone to the ground. The recorded video bounced, and I watched as the man zoomed in on my phone and my blood ran cold. I quickly paused it.

“Oh my god,” I gasped out loud.

There, paused on my screen, was the video he had sent me originally. The one of him jacking off. And now, he knew I had not only seen it, but had watched it and masturbated to it. He saw and recorded the entire thing.

My finger tapped the play button as I continued to watch. The man dropped his phone, and I watched as he began to come. His impressive dick shot semen all over the place, making what I assumed was a huge fucking mess. And I couldn’t look away. His head tilted down and I saw the ghostface mask for a brief second as he came onto the camera and the video ended.

He fucking knows.

I sat for a few minutes, unsure of how to react or respond. I wanted to call the police and report him, especially knowing he was in Carter’s home. But if I did, Carter would freak out. He’d accuse me of cheating or inviting this stranger into his home. Fucking prick. Haze would hear too, and god knows what he would do if he found out I had a stalker. He was overprotective enough as it was. I didn’t need him getting worse. Fuck, this whole thing was a real headache.

A dark curiousness began to creep from inside me as I looked back down at the video. I wondered what would happen if I didn’t report him. Not just yet. My finger pressed the replay button as I watched the video again. My body began to burn, oddly enjoying it the second and third time around, replaying the video over and over. I eventually paused it and just stared at the screen. That fucking Halloween mask looked straight back at me and reached into my soul. And as scary as this whole situation was, I think I liked it.

Who are you?

And just like that, I did the most unimaginable thing. I held my finger down on the video and hearted it.

I’m so fucked.

“Haze?” I knocked on his closed bedroom door. Between Carter ignoring me all day and that fucking video, I was struggling to sleep. It was nearly three in the morning and I just couldn’t get my brain to shut off. So many mixed emotions flooded through me. I was scared to be alone in my room, wondering if my masked stalker was hiding in my own closet or something. Not because I thought he might hurt me, but because I didn’t know what I would do if he suddenly appeared. “Haze?” I knocked again.

I should leave him alone ? —

Haze’s door creaked open. “Indi?” Kush forced his way out from Haze’s room, leaving the door wide open. Haze was standing there, wearing nothing but a pair of sweats. I’d be lying if I said his body wasn’t impressively fit. My eyes couldn’t look away, admiring his toned muscles and the immense amount of large and impressive tattoos that nearly covered him. His hair was messy, half way sticking up, which told me he was dead asleep.

“Oh my gosh, I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to wake you! I—” I turned to leave, but he grabbed my hand.

“Hey.” He gently pulled me back. “What’s going on? Is everything okay?” Within a second he snapped into this protective mode, looking past me as if he half expected some intruder to be there. As much as I usually hated it, right now I actually liked it.

My hand pressed against his. “No, I just…I just couldn’t sleep. There’s this—” I stopped. I couldn’t tell him about the stalker. I had to be careful what I did say, because Haze was a loose cannon. “I haven’t heard from Carter since yesterday, and I’m just really worried about him.” It wasn’t exactly a lie. “He never ignores me. Well, not like this. And I’m worried that—” My eyes unexpectedly began to tear up as I choked on the words. Maybe I was actually worried about him?

Haze pulled me close and hugged me. “Shh. It’s okay. I’m sure everything is fine.”

“What if it isn't?” I asked, turning to look up at him. “What if everything is all wrong?” I wasn’t talking about Carter. Haze wiped my eyes and tucked my hair behind my ears. “Can I…can I sleep in your bed? Like when we were kids?” He watched me closely, silently nodding.

Haze stepped back and held his bedroom door open as I walked inside. The room was eerie, dark, and cold. He stood next to me and wrapped his arm around me. “Come on.” Together, we climbed into his bed.

“Goodnight, Haze.” I rolled and faced away from him.

Haze turned the opposite direction. “Goodnight, little sis.”

I tried to fall asleep, but my mind wouldn’t stop. I drifted in and out of it for what felt like years, battling myself. It didn’t help that Haze’s room was so fucking cold. My body shivered, trying to stay warm despite his thick comforter.

Why is it so fucking cold in here?

Haze rolled over in his sleep. I guess he could tell I was cold, because he nestled in close and held me, pulling me up against him. His skin was warm and relaxing. Within minutes, I had stopped shivering and finally felt comfortable thanks to his body heat. His scent smothered me, surrounding me as I fell into it, allowing it to soothe me. I tucked in a little closer, pushing my ass against him when I felt something. My body froze as I realized he was hard.

Shit.

I pretended to be asleep and tried not to move, but just then, he pushed it against me. He continued to rub his hard dick against my ass, his hands eventually trailing up my thigh and to my hip while the other slithered under my head. I couldn’t tell if he was awake or just really lost in his sleep.

Haze slowly pulled me closer as a faint moan came from behind me. His hand moved from under my head and made its way to my breast, squeezing it. I tried not to make a sound. I was petrified. Not because I was scared, but because my own body was reacting.

Haze nestled his face into my neck, and I knew he was awake. He moaned, using my body to entice his own. I could feel my nipples hardening and reacting to what he was doing. His fingers grazed them and he let out a low, vibrating growl that made my pussy ache.

Stay strong, Indi. Just stay strong.

Despite how wrong it was, I remained still, and I let him continue. I enjoyed it too much.

Haze lifted my shirt and pressed roughly into me, and I could feel how hard he was. His moans made my skin prickle, filling my ears as his fingers moved from my hip towards my pelvis. My heart began to beat rapidly. I knew if he touched me there, it would be game over. But I couldn’t stop him. It was too late for that. I simply had to endure.

Haze’s finger reached my clit as he began to massage it, pushing harder against it. I could feel his heart beating against my back as he moved between my folds and felt my wetness. “Fuck,” he breathed into my neck. He kissed my skin softly and entered me and I nearly died from how good it felt. He fingered me while grinding up against my ass, careful to not wake me. It wasn’t long before I felt my body try to tighten.

Fuck, no.

I was going to come if he didn’t stop. And if that happened, he’d know I was awake. Haze didn't let up. Instead, he moved faster, moaning and grunting. I was fucking done for. No, I was fucked. I was going to come all over his fingers, and then everything would just fall apart. Fuck.

“Oh fuck,” he moaned loudly. “No!” Haze swiftly rolled away from me as he began to come. I tried to force my own orgasm down, but I couldn’t, not while hearing him come so fucking hard. My hands gripped the sheets as I bit the pillow and I began to come alongside him, listening to his groaning.

Fuck! Oh fuck!

My body tightened as my pussy squeezed and contracted over and over, soaking my panties. My thighs pressed together as I tried to hide it, pretending to still be asleep. My heart raced, and I had to hold my breath to keep myself from panting loudly.

Haze stood, and I stiffened, listening as he walked around the room. His bedroom door opened, and I opened an eye to see the bathroom light on, followed by the sound of the shower. Relief hit me and I exhaled, moaning faintly to myself, allowing myself to finish coming.

I waited a few minutes as my body relaxed before sneaking into my room and changing my panties. I was so fucking wet. I tossed the dirty ones aside and put a similar pair on before quietly sneaking back into his bed. Haze took a long shower and eventually returned, slipping back into the covers and falling asleep as if nothing happened. But it did.