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JARED

ONE YEAR LATER…

H alloween is my favorite holiday, and tonight, I will introduce Aria to the Toronto social scene. Even a year later, she’s nervous about fitting in—we’ve both adopted new identities, but she’s got to keep her first name. I want her to feel like she belongs here, so I’ve planned a memorable night.

I hear Aria coming down the hall and step out of the kitchen to greet her. Her eyes sparkle with excitement and curiosity as she takes in my costume. “Ghostface, huh? Should I be scared?” she asks playfully.

“Maybe,” I murmur, admiring her devil outfit. Red lace horns crown her head and her skin-tight, red latex bodysuit clings to her curves. “But it’s not me you should be worried about tonight.”

She bites her lip. “Why’s that?”

“Because I hear Toronto devils are particularly naughty,” I say, stepping closer.

“You’re worried, then?” she teases.

“You should be worried that you won’t be able to handle me.” I chuckle. “But I promise to go easy on you, baby. It’s your birthday, after all.”

Her eyes widen in playful alarm. “What if I don’t want you to go easy on me?”

I run my finger gently along her collarbone, savoring the goosebumps that rise in its wake. “Such a naughty little devil,” I breathe. “I have something for you.” I reach into my pocket and withdraw a small, wrapped gift.

She reaches for it, but I withdraw it playfully. “Later. We have a party to attend, and I plan to show you off.”

She pouts, her cheeks flushing. “Tease.”

Lifting my mask, I steal a soft kiss. “I do love making you wait, princess.”

Her eyes sparkle as she glances around. “So, we’re going to a party, huh? Everyone will be so well adjusted, and I’m not.”

Squeezing her hand, I assure her, “You’re perfect, Aria. Now, let’s go paint the town red, devil style.”

Smiling, she squeezes my hand back, excited.

Once we get to the party, it’s a sea of elaborate costumes and hidden identities. Guiding Aria through the crowd, I savor the envious glances she attracts, her presence captivating.

The music swells, and I pull her closer, whispering in her ear. “Dance with me, devil. Show them what real temptation looks like.”

The room pulses with energy as she grinds on me. Later, as she gets a drink, I admire her from afar, always loving to watch her. And fuck, she’s temptation personified in that red latex.

While she’s waiting, a greasy-looking guy dares to approach. Don’t even think about it, I warn in my head. Yet he moves closer, invading her space.

Clearly, he has a death wish as he sidles up next to her and?—

Rage slams into me when I see his hand land between the small of her back and her ass.

No fucking way.

Aria searches the crowd, and when our eyes meet, I know she’s not scared because of the guy, but because of what I’m going to do. Rushing over, I grab him and seize him by the collar, dragging him down an empty corridor. He struggles, but I have him in an iron grip. No one messes with what’s mine.

I push him against the wall. “You touched the wrong fucking devil tonight.” With a swift, deadly move, I stab him through the heart. He gasps, his eyes wide with shock and pain. I hold him there, my blade buried in his chest, watching the light fade from his eyes.

Aria appears, her eyes hooded with desire. She takes in the scene, her fingers stroking her clit over her bodysuit, aroused by my raw display of power and possessiveness. I feel a rush of satisfaction as she steps closer, her eyes locked on the dying man.

I lean toward her, my lips brushing her ear. “Watch, baby. Watch me protect what’s mine.” I drive the knife deeper, twisting it, and the man’s body goes limp.

Aria’s breath catches, her eyes fixed on the fatal wound.

I dispose of the body, dragging it into a nearby supply closet. As I step out, Aria hurries over. She throws her arms around me, her body trembling. “Fuck, I need to be admitted to a psyche ward, as there’s nothing sexier than seeing you kill for me,” she breathes.

I pull her close, breathing in the scent of her hair. “For you, I’d do anything. Always remember that.”

“Let’s get back to the party,” she murmurs.

I lead her back into the throngs of bodies. The guise of Halloween means no one looks twice at the blood stains on my Ghostface outfit. Aria is wired and turned on. I can see it in her eyes as we dance to the pulsing bass.

I guide Aria, leading her deep into the heart of the party. In a dark corner, I push her against the wall. Her back arches. “Like this? Here?” she challenges, her breath coming in short gasps. I love how she embraces the danger.

“Just like this,” I growl, lifting her against the wall. With one swift move, I unzip the crotch of her bodysuit. She’s wet and ready, having anticipated this moment. No panties, just easy access to her sweet pussy.

“This is what you wanted, isn’t it, baby? To be taken right here against the wall, surrounded by strangers? I can feel your wetness on my fingers as I trace your folds, playing with your clit. You’re so fucking ready for this.”

“God, yes,” she breathes, her eyes wild. “Please, Jared. Now.”

I couldn’t agree more. I plunge into her, our eyes locking. Her mouth falls open, a mix of pleasure and surprise as I fill her up without a word of warning. I go deep, so deep, claiming every inch of her.

“You feel so fucking good, sis. Taking me like you can’t get enough.” My words mix filth and praise, feeding the fire between us. I thrust slowly, deliberately, savoring the sensation of her pussy milking my cock.

“Jared, I—” she moans, her voice breaking as I hit her sweet spot.

“You like this, don’t you?” I growl. “People watching us, knowing what a filthy little slut you are for your stepbrother.”

“Yes,” she whispers, her eyes closed, lost in the sensations. “I love it. Love being yours.”

Hearing her surrender never gets old, but I want her to feel it, too. I quicken my pace, my hips snapping forward, driving into her harder.

“Are you going to come all of my cock, Aria? I ask, my voice a low, gravelly demand.

She nods, her fingers digging into my arms. “Yes, oh God, yes, Jared. I’m—I’m there, I’m?—”

Her pussy grips me, tight and hot, as she rides out her orgasm. I grip her hips tighter, holding her in place as I continue to thrust, her juices dripping down my shaft.

“That’s it, baby. Milk my cock and take everything I give you.” My voice is harsh. I’m close to the edge but want to bring her there again. I lean down, my lips brushing her ear. “Come again for me, Aria. Let everyone hear you fall apart.”

I thrust deep, finding that spot that makes her cry out. I curl my fingers around her throat and cut off the oxygen supply just enough to know she’ll shatter quickly. “That’s it, baby. Lose yourself to the pleasure.”

The tempo of the music matches my hips, driving us both higher. I feel her walls contract around me again, and her nails dig into my back. “Jared!” She cries out, her body shaking as she climaxes a second time. “Oh, fuck!”

“That’s my good girl,” I murmur, my lips against her pulse. I can feel my release building, a coiled spring about to snap. “You ready for my cum, Aria? Gonna fill you so fucking full.”

She whimpers, a mix of pleasure and anticipation. “Please, Jared, please. I need?—”

Her words break off as I let go, thrusting hard and deep as I explode inside her. My vision whites out, overwhelmed by the intensity of our connection.

I pull out slowly and lower her to the floor, my arms wrapping around her as we both catch our breath. Leaning down, my forehead rests against hers, and I whisper, “That was fucking incredible.”

People are watching us, their gazes filled with either desire or disgust. I smirk, feeling satisfied as I admire Aria’s flushed, debauched beauty.

“Time to go, baby,” I whisper, zipping up her bodysuit’s crotch. “Before anyone finds our little surprise.” I nod toward the direction of the supply closet where I left the fucking idiot who tried to touch her.

Aria’s eyes sparkle. “Lead the way, Ghostface.”

I take her hand, and we weave back into the crowd anonymously. The music is a pounding bassline in our veins as we move away, leaving behind a body growing cold.

At the door, we hesitate. “What next, Ghostface?”

“Oh, you’ll see soon enough. I have something for you.”

In the crisp night air, I offer Aria my leather jacket. She slips it on, the moonlight dancing on the metal studs adorning the shoulders. She’s a rockstar, my dark angel, and she smiles, feeling the weight of the jacket’s protection.

“Where are we going? You’re not kidnapping me again, are you?” she asks, her eyes sparkling with playful accusation.

“Not this time, baby. Tonight, I’m taking you someplace special.” I slide my hand into my pocket, feeling the small box that holds her future. “But first, I have something for you. A promise, of sorts.”

Our footsteps echo in the deserted street, the city alive with night’s energy. We head toward a secluded spot in downtown Toronto, a place I’d scouted earlier—an abandoned warehouse with a rooftop garden. A place that feels like ours, away from prying eyes.

I quicken my pace, eager to share what’s in my heart. “I wanted to bring you someplace unique, somewhere that reflects our love. A little haven in the city that could be ours forever.”

We slip inside the warehouse, the moonlight streaming through broken windows and casting an ethereal glow. I lead her up a rusted fire escape, our footsteps ringing hollowly in the abandoned building.

The roof garden is a hidden sanctuary, an oasis of green and whispering shadows. “Jared, this place is incredible. How did you find it?” Aria spins in a circle, her laughter dancing in the night air.

“For you, I’d search the world over,” I say softly, taking her hands in mine. “Aria, when I first saw you all those years ago, I knew you were different. Special. And I wanted you to be mine.”

Her gaze drops, a pink blush staining her cheeks. “I felt the same, Jared. Even then, there was something about you that drew me in.”

I step closer, my voice low and intense. “And now, I want you forever. Every dark corner of my soul belongs to you, and I want all of you in return.”

Pulling out the small box, I sink to one knee and open it. Inside is a delicate ring crafted from black gold featuring an exquisitely cut black gem. It’s as unique and extraordinary as her. “Aria, I love you. Be mine forever.”

Her eyes shine with unshed tears, a mixture of joy and anticipation. “Oh, Jared...” Her breath catches, overcome by the moment. The moment stretches thick with anticipation. She bites her lip, her eyes sparkling with unshed tears. “Yes,” she whispers finally, her voice thick with emotion.

I slide the ring onto her finger, my hands trembling. “You won’t regret this, Aria. I promise to protect you, to give you everything you desire.”

She throws her arms around my neck, her eyes shining. “I know you will, Jared. I trust you with my life.”

Pulling her close, I breathe in the scent of her hair, my heart overflowing with dark joy. She’s mine. Truly mine. The ring is a seal, a symbol of our forbidden union.

“Tonight is just the beginning, baby. I have so much more planned for us.” I whisper, my lips brushing her ear. “Our love story will be the most epic, twisted tale ever told.”

She shivers, desire flashing in her eyes. “I can’t wait, Jared. Show me what it means to be truly yours.”

Claiming her lips, I kiss her with all the passion and depth of my obsession. Our tongues intertwine a fierce and hungry dance that mirrors the tempest within my soul. Her taste, her scent, they own me, body and soul.

Aria’s eyes shine with a mixture of love, surrender, and a hint of that spark that keeps us alive. At that moment, our love feels like a storm, wild and untamed, and I crave nothing more than to be consumed by it.