Page 9 of Distorted Obsession (The Distorted Trilogy #1)

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“Deeper,” I command, holding Portia’s head down as my brother thrusts into her so violently I think she may just pass out. It’d be what she deserved for the stunt she pulled.

I fist her hair at that thought, pumping into her mouth, ignoring the gurgling gasps for air.

Her palms smack against my legs, but I don’t stop. My pace doubles. I’m so close . I hiss when her fingers dig into my thighs, but the sting barely scratches the surface. It’s not enough .

Reaching between our bodies, I pinch her nose. It takes a second to recognize she’s lost her last vestige of air, and she begins to buck.

“Fuck, Colt. Whatever you’re doing, keep doing it. Her pussy is strangling the shit out of my cock right now,” my brother grunts.

I lift my gaze and laugh. Cooper is pulling out as I am thrusting in— like a seesaw .

His mirth-filled eyes meet mine, and we both snicker. It’s a silent conversation. Both of us convey our intention.

This is one of the best parts of tag-teaming with him.

Portia squirms, fighting to break free, but my grip remains firm, and I have zero intention of loosening until I get what I need, and the dumb slut knows this.

It’s part of the reason she keeps coming back.

Our fucks are punishments. They’re not made to be sweet or passionate—they’re made to teach lessons to the offender.

I snap my hips forward, fucking her mouth. I should take it easy on her. The barbells lining my dick must be scraping against her cheeks. But I don’t. She knew exactly what to expect.

News of how Cooper and I are when we decide to fuck someone together has spread far and wide on this campus. Yet, Portia keeps coming back.

However, this time is different.

Relaxing my hold, I allow her just enough air to keep her from dying. I’m definitely not into necrophilia. Somnophilia— absolutely. It’s one of the philias I enjoy.

“Shit,” I bark, looking down at her as her nails finally breaks skin. She’s digging them in so hard that I wouldn’t be surprised if one of her Wolverine-style claws breaks.

Fisting her brunette tresses, I yank her head up and slam into her mouth as tears stream down her tan, flushed skin. She struggles so beautifully. I almost want to photograph her like this.

Portia makes one final attempt, and I tsk, “You take what I give, you dirty cum slut. Remember who’s in control.”

I feel my blood dripping down my legs, and I groan. The pain finally catapults me from a world where my sister isn’t dead. I thrust harder, then faster, chasing the high.

Fuck .

My balls seize up—a familiar sensation shooting up my spine. Then, I slam my hips forward until Portia’s nose bumps against my pelvic bone, and my nuts slap against her chin.

Finally— freedom .

Ripping my dick from her mouth, I peer down as I roar out my release, shooting my cum all over her face and the bed.

Once my breathing evens and my vision clears, I watch my brother smack Portia’s ass before he pushes her face into the cum-stained sheets.

Smirking, I turn, head for the bathroom, and hop in the shower to get cleaned up.

Classes begin in two days, and I can’t wait. The next part of the plan is already in motion, and the fourth part— he’ll be over later.

Grabbing my washcloth, I pour my body wash onto it and lather my body as I mentally check everything off my list. Thursday is going to be amazing.

Cooper and I will blend into the crowd, but I also have cameras everywhere to ensure we don’t miss a thing.

I’m a little bummed Eva won’t know until it’s too late.

Callum and his sister owe us, and we want that payment in blood. If we have to live without a sister and my parents have to live without a daughter, then the same fate will rock the Pierce family’s world—irrevocably changing life as they’ve known it, just as ours has.

Farrah’s birthday is tomorrow. She should’ve been turning nineteen, but she’ll forever be sixteen.

She’ll never graduate high school or earn her history degree—she’ll never get to live out her dreams of working at the Smithsonian and traveling the world, and we’ll never get to tell her we love her one last time and hear it back.

I clench my teeth, rinsing the soap off my body before washing my hair.

Rah always wanted to spend five years living on every continent. She planned to take a gap year initially and travel with Eva— fucking Eva Rose Pierce .

The same Eva who switched her major from art to history. The very same person who missed her best friend’s funeral. The girl who showed up at our door crumpled at my parents’ feet as she cried and sniffled her shit apologies while still refusing to answer where she was.

“Colt … Colt,” my brother’s worried shout snaps me back into the present. He knows. I’ll spiral, and it will take weeks, if not months, before I function.

“I’m getting out,” I reply, staring down at my blood-stained knuckles and up to the remnants of my actions running down the drain. My brain just now registering that I was punching the shower tiles.

When I leave the steaming shower, Cooper stands in his sweats, leaning against the sink.

“We’ll make sure she pays, Colt. Eva and her brother. They don’t get to go on living when she no longer has that option.”

“It won’t bring her back. None of it will, and I think that part pisses me off most. We’ll get vengeance for her because she’ll?—”

He shakes his head. “I know, and for that, we’ll bury the Pierce Princess in an unmarked grave.”

I nod, and he stands, exiting the bathroom.

Portia is sitting on the couch, fully dressed, when I enter my bedroom fifteen minutes later. She must’ve showered in one of the guest rooms. Her lips look like she ate peanuts and had an allergic reaction.

Blazing hazel eyes stare at me. “You could’ve killed me, Colt?—”

Portia snaps her mouth shut. She hasn’t earned the right to call me that. None of my fucks ever will.

“But you didn’t. So, who gives a fuck,” Cooper says, striding into the room also freshly showered.

“And even if you did die, I’d give less than those fucks. Just remember the plan,” I sneer. “Now get the fuck out.”

Portia doesn’t argue. She darts off the couch and out of the room.

Needing an outlet for all this rage, I mutter, “I’m going to the gym.” Then, I leave before he can respond.

The ref’s voice blares through the television speakers as Coop, Eli, Stef, Liam, the new guy on the team, and I watch footage from our football scrimmage last week.

Liam catches the ball and runs it in for a touchdown.

He’s fucking fast—his agility and football acumen makes him a formidable force and a great addition to our team.

But his athleticism isn’t the only reason I’m paying attention. Liam and his brother, Mason, have their own ax to grind against the Pierce family, and who am I to look a gift horse in the mouth when the present is nicely tied with a red bow.

The doorbell rings, but I ignore it. Anyone who’s supposed to be here is sitting right here. About thirty seconds later, it chimes again, breaking my focus and igniting my anger.

Standing, I walk down the hallway of the condo when someone rings the goddamn thing again. I don’t look to see or ask who it is. I yank the door open with such force that it nearly hits me.

My eyes widen in surprise. “Lwalida.” I’m thanking every power above and below that I didn’t curse.

“Son,” my mother greets, and I move out of the way so she can step inside.

“Mom. What are you doing here?” Cooper asks as he approaches.

She arches her brow. “This is how my sons greet me. Did I not raise you better than this?”

Cooper and I fumble over our words, scrambling to apologize. We each hug her and kiss her cheek.

“Is everything okay?” I probe. My parents don’t make impromptu visits, so her unannounced presence is troubling.

“You mean outside of the fact that neither one of my sons has been home in weeks?” she scolds.

Cooper’s lips part to respond, but she holds up her finger. “We can deal with that later. Right now, I want to know why neither of you told me Evie was attending school here.”

Fuck!

My gaze meets Cooper’s. We hoped to at least get through this year without her or Dad finding out.

“Lw—”

“Don’t you mom me, Colter Emirhan Jacobi,” she snaps, cutting me off. “Eva has been through enough. She doesn’t need either of you pouring your pain into her festering wounds.”

Cooper coughs to try and cover up his laugh, but fails miserably. Mom wheels her glare at him, and he bites his lip to stop.

It’s my turn to smother my amusements. “Don’t think because I’m not looking at you, I can’t feel you smiling,” our mother warns sternly.

“You have nothing to worry about. We have every intention of staying out of her way. As a matter of fact, she won’t even know we go here,” Cooper announces.

“See that it stays that way.” Then she looks both of us in the eyes.“If I hear one report or even get an inkling that you two are harassing Eva, I will pull you from Groveton so fast that no one will know either of you was ever here.” Then she turns, exiting swifter than she came.

Massaging my forehead, I survey the room to ensure I didn’t hallucinate her. The wide open front door is the only evidence Jalila Jacobi ever stood before us.

“Are we aborting the mission?” Cooper inquires.

A plan is already forming in my head—the perfect loophole.

Slowly, I peer at my brother. “Of course not. We’ll ensure they never find out.”