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CAROLINE

“ I ’m not a big fan of powder blushes since I tend to gravitate toward creams, but this actually looks good on me. If you’ve been watching me for a long time, you already know how much I love a sunkissed look, and this one gives me that glow. See? Let me try their new line of lippies.”

The one thing about being a content creator is that the process isn’t easy. It does make me feel like a fool, talking to the camera and pretending I’m casually chatting with my girlfriends. I enjoy it, yes, but it’s mostly a means to an end. Meaning, I need money so I can stop depending on my father.

I’ve been doing this for a little over a year, and I’m starting to see a steady trickle of monthly income. Not as substantial as I would have liked, but it’s a start, especially considering I’m only doing it part-time.

I’m not supposed to film today, but what happened at the wedding reception rattled me to my core. It was one surprise after another, the biggest of which was Callum himself. The guy who made me throw all caution to the wind. The guy I couldn’t stop thinking about. The guy that made me want to touch myself and imagine it was his hand.

I was resigned to the fact that I would never see him again, and I mourned the loss of someone I never had. Then, boom.

It would have been fine if he kept his distance, but no. He had to ‘stake his claim’ on me, which made me furious because … I liked it. I really, really liked it. I never realized how hot it was when the word ‘mine’ left his lips, but even now, as I think about it, it warms my whole body.

“This indie brand was founded back in 2020, and they’ve been making waves because of the longevity of their lipsticks. This one is matte in mauve. I’m skeptical about this shade only because it has never looked good on me, but we’ll see.”

I lean closer to the camera and check my reflection in the mirror. My apartment only has one bedroom, so this is where I always film my videos. With my last income, I purchased a good second-hand camera, tripod, and a pretty expensive ring light. So far, the response from my followers has convinced me that the money was well worth it. It will be even more worth it if I can use this money to fund my own studies.

I swipe the lipstick on my lips and press them together, making a show of checking out the result even though I’ve already tried it on before.

Something moves in the corner of my eye, and I swing my head to check it out, my breath catching in my throat when I see Callum leaning casually against my door. I didn’t even hear him come in. And how did he…?

Oh, shoot. I forgot Dad has a spare key. He asked for it because, as something he never failed to remind me, he was paying for this place. He couldn’t have me doing anything illegal here. It basically means my privacy is nonexistent as long as he’s paying.

To be fair, he hasn’t visited me ever.

I cross my arms in front of me and hold them up. It’s something I’ve learned from other creators, which makes it easier to cut certain parts without needing to scrap the whole video.

“What are you doing here?” I hiss at him.

He lifts those broad shoulders and gives me that trademark Callum smile—smug, confident, sexy, and playful all in one package. “Thought I’d stop by for a visit. You weren’t there at breakfast.”

“Because I try to avoid spending time with Dad as much as I can.”

“Yeah, well, he sent me to you so I can take you to the country club.”

“I don’t want to go. He said I only needed to be at the wedding ceremony and reception. He never said anything about the country club.”

“It was a last-minute thing. One of Mom’s politician friends couldn’t make it yesterday but is in town today, so they’re throwing him an after-wedding party or, as I like to call it, an expensive excuse to show off how rich they are.” Callum looks over the vanity table before me and lifts a tube. “What’s this? It’s too thick for lipstick.”

I groan and try to take it from him, but he steps out of my reach. “That’s my contour stick. Now will you please leave? I need to finish this video.”

Of course, he doesn’t listen. He’s already popping the cap and twisting it all the way up, making me gasp and panic. “This shade is perfect for you.”

I grab it, twist it back down, and put the cap on. “What the hell do you know about shades?”

There’s that smug look on his face again. “Enough to know that you don’t need any of these to stop me in my tracks.” He sits on his haunches, so we’re at eye level. “Don’t worry, baby. If you like makeup, then I like it too, even though I prefer you bare-faced.”

In twenty-four hours, I learned one very important lesson. My body has a mind of its own, and it has a habit of betraying me where Callum’s concerned. Or maybe I like his effect on me. I haven’t decided yet.

Callum’s nearness, the way his eyes run from my face to the column of my throat and at the cleavage peeking from my sleeveless top, how he drags his tongue along his bottom lip because he likes what he sees.

My hands clench into fists on my lap as his gaze travels and settles on my pussy, barely covered with tiny shorts. Despite myself, I cinch my thighs together, feeling the heat pool in my apex. The tension between us is so thick I can slice it with a butter knife.

“Callum, you’re distracting me.” I barely get the words out as I try to suck in as much oxygen as I can into my lungs.

“I’m not doing anything.” He looks back up at me, his eyes dark with need. “You want me to leave?”

Before I register my response, my mouth speaks. “No.”

“I was hoping you’d say that.”

He moves to kiss me, but I put a hand on his chest. “The camera’s still on!”

“Leave it. I want you to record me fucking you.” He glances at the camera quickly and does a double take. “And make sure you leave it at 30 FPS. Wait, is that a Canon 6D Mark II?”

The question throws me, and I scrunch my forehead. “Yeah, how did you know?”

“I like cameras. I have a couple at home. How much did you get it for?”

“It’s used, and I got it for $800.”

Callum looks impressed. “Not bad.” Then his face darkens again. “Now, where were we? Ah yes. Film us fucking.”

I should say no and turn off the camera. I should cover it with cloth in case it accidentally records us.

But why does thinking about a sex video of us turn me on so much? When did I become this woman who wants to get fucked in a club and films herself having sex with her stepbrother?

It’s wrong, so freaking wrong.

And yet…

We collide against each other, the chair toppling behind me. We become a tangle of limbs as we shed our clothes, and I clumsily fumble with the belt of Callum’s pants. I don’t know how long it is—it felt like forever—before we’re both naked, breathing hard, and in front of the camera.

He turns me around to face the wall as he winds my hair around his knuckle and wraps his other hand around my neck. Oh my God. “Tell me you’re my good girl, Caroline.”

I rub the wetness between my thighs. “I’m your g-good g-girl, Callum.”

He takes his hand off my neck, and I grunt in disapproval, but it turns into a moan when he lifts my hips and enters me from behind. Warm tendrils grow inside me as he presses his thick girth into me, and my walls sheath him.

My skin is peppered with goosebumps as sparks zip through my belly with every thrust. He grazes his mouth along my bare shoulder, but that’s as far as his gentleness goes, especially after I grab his hand and wrap it back around my neck.

Callum pulls me to him and whispers, “You like this?”

“Yes.”

“Good girl.”

Two words I never thought could turn me on as much as they did. He claims me with his big, jutting length, and I’m all too happy to give as much as I’m getting, standing on my toes and grinding my ass against his hips.

His free hand grips my hair and yanks my head back. I can feel myself heading closer to the end when he licks the outer shell of my ear. And when he lets go of my hair to reach over and touch my clit, I lose it.

My nipples turn to little peaks as I flutter around him, orgasm crashing into me. A few seconds later, Callum curses under his breath and bites my shoulder lightly. He sinks himself deep into me one more time before I feel a trickle of something warm on my inner thighs.

I collapse against the wall, and he pretends to collapse against me. “My God, Caroline. You weren’t kidding when you promised you’d be my best fuck.”

I’m still dazed, but I catch myself feeling something more than post-orgasm bliss. I’m … happy. Happier than I’ve been in a long time. All because of this guy who has claimed me as his.