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Chapter One

The Blackmail

Tate

I cut through the woods toward the greenhouse, Chase trailing close behind. He’s been my friend since grade school—the only man I’ve ever shared my heart with. He doesn’t know why I’ve brought him here, but he follows anyway.

“How’s the thesis coming along?” he asks, trying to make small talk, fishing for answers now that he’s pieced together where we’re going.

My sly boy.

“It’s going well. Just need to handle something.”

Chase stops mid-step and throws out his arm to block me. “Tate tell me where are we going?”

“Let me go,” I snap, shoving past him and heading deeper into the woods shaking my head, like he didn’t know where I was going. But that’s Chase for ya, her loyal dog till the end.

He doesn’t understand why I hated her…

She didn’t just take. She planned it. Every touch, every kiss… fuck even him and I. Everything was so perfectly planned.

She made us pawns to her twisted games. Made us animals, and years later we still come crawling with the leash between our teeth.

I wish he’d see who she is and not what we want her to be. He thinks her blackmail was nothing but teen drama but it was more to me. She broke my trust and maybe even my judgment is a tad bit cloudy. I just can’t get past her betrayal.

The memory plays on loop—me moaning as I empty into Chase’s mouth, the sound filling the room like a curse.

That was the moment. The betrayal.

The final push to start building my garden—to outshine her precious legacy.

“C’mon. What are we doing here, Tate?” Chase drawls from behind me as we creep through the abandoned garden.

The overgrown vines stretch out like limbs, but I have one mission today, and that’s ending my rival–the one fighting for my spot at the internship I earned.

Earned.

And not on my knees.

But countless hours studying .

I should have known she would try to take this opportunity from me–just like she did before–but I need this. It’s not like I was born to a rich family, unlike her, which means I need all the financial assistance I can get.

I hate asking my mom for money, and my botanical art prints aren’t selling. I guess selling my dick pics have helped out a bit, but this internship with Luxor Labs can change my life, and the only thing in the way is the thorn in my heart.

I take a deep breath in. Maybe one day I’ll be able to open my own galleria–but instead of the average art, it’s plants.

Exotic. And all mine.

But I can’t achieve that if she’s chosen for the internship at the Lab. After stalking her and Professor Johnson for a bit, I easily added two and two together.

They are fucking…

And what better way to dish out karma than using the same sick method she used on me. Anger bubbles inside me as I think of a younger me–naive and in love.

Thinking Chase and I could share her… love her… but she was just using us. We were just pawns.

Insolent. Greedy. Brat.

“Are we spying on Cordelia again?” Chase asks all enthusiastically, I don’t know why though–she only comes to him to feed her ego.

And it’s not like my intentions are just to simply spy on her and fuck him while we watch her.

I want to use her same method to get what I rightfully deserve.

Cordelia likes to play– like a cat would do with a mouse.

She likes that I fight the need to give in and tortures me with the obscene sounds of her pussy as Chase pushes into it.

I’m playing to win…

She will break first, not me.

“Yes,” I finally answer, to which Chase responds with a shake of his head.

“Why?”

We walk down the edge of a small stream, heading even deeper into the woods. After a few minutes of walking, we reach the perfect spot. I smile, pointing at my dear step sister on her knees with our professor’s cock inside her beautiful mouth.

“That’s why.”

I can practically feel the jealousy rolling off Chase in waves as he runs his hand over his shoulder length brown locks.

“Is that Professor Johnson?”

I nod, pulling out my cigarette pack and lighting one up.

“Isn’t it obvious?” I reply as I inhale the minty smoke.

“She’s fucking him?”

Rolling my eyes, I don’t bother answering his stupid question, and instead, I pull out my phone and press record.

“What are you doing, man?” Chase snatches the phone out of my hand, his nose flaring. “We aren’t doing this.”

“Doing?” I scoff. “I’m only doing what is necessary?”

He looks confused. Chase doesn’t question me much, but the least I can give him it’s my truth.

“I have to. If she takes this internship from me, there’s nothing else.”

Chase sighs but hands me back the phone. “So we are going to blackmail her?”

I shake my head while taking another pull from the cigarette.

“We?” I laugh coldly, shaking my head. “No. I am.”

I emphasize the word I because he has no business with this. Even though Chase makes everything to do with me his business. It’s been this way for as long as I can remember. We even fell for the same girl, and to avoid issues between us, we promised that if one were to get her, we would share her.

Yet that never happened because, at the ripe age of sixteen, our blue-eyed goddess became my step-sister, and if I couldn’t have her, neither could he. That was a deal.

“What are you going to make her do?”

I didn’t think that far ahead of what I would make her do, but now that I think of it…

Chase must see my realization because he gets this crazed look on his face, and then he palms his cock, pulling out his phone and showing me the email.

“This. Tate.”

On his phone screen is an invitation to purchase exclusive tickets to Luna island, a tropical, isolated island that is hosting this year’s music festival, SummerTime Madness.

“Take her to a festival? I was thinking more like making her take back her submission. It’s only her and I.”

Chase shakes his head before smacking me in the back of the head and pulling our foreheads together.

“We can have her.”

His tone is dead serious, but since I’ve spent way too much time moving and not recording enough, I pull away, and sure enough, she is still sucking his cock. Her legs parted as she plays with her pussy, and I hate the look of pleasure on his face.

I hate it–the smug look on his face as he looks down at her.

Or maybe I hate that I want her so much I learned to hate her. That’s the kind of parasite she is. So, I bullied her and made her life as miserable as she made mine. Went as far as cutting her hair and releasing my pet snake in her room just to watch her squirm.

Once, I found her in the backyard collecting dead butterflies. Her reason why was that they look better dead. Maybe that’s why she destroyed me. I should have known then that any victory I thought I had won was because she let me.

Maybe he’s right.

I should just give in.

The sound of heavy breaths and soft groans pull me out of my torn up mind. From the corner of my eye, I find the source of ragged breaths and slapping noise that I had been hearing.

Chase.

His shirt tucked beneath his chin, his abs on display as he licks his lips, fucking his hand. I should stop him–but I’ve seen that cock.

Felt it.

Why pretend now?

“Chase,” I breathe, feeling my dick harden between my legs, and hating the need that is easily conveyed in my tone. Thankfully, Chase understands, and within a moment, he’s in front of me on his knees, releasing my cock as I record our girl.

“I think you’re right,” I say as I take the last pull of my cigarette and chuck it on the ground.

He raises a brow. “And that is?”

“We can have her,” I say before fisting his brown locks, and thrusting into his mouth, both of us moaning. Barely containing the phone in my hand, I look down at Chase who looks up at me for approval. Who would have thought we would have ended up this way.

Closing my eyes, I let the feeling of his warm wet mouth pull me under, the pleasure drags me back to where it all started.

That summer night.

Our parents were already asleep in the cabin, and we snuck out to go skinny dipping in the lake.

She asked us to play Truth or Dare. After a few rounds, I was inside her–her first–and Chase was thrusting into her mouth.

But before that reward, we had to show her we were her good boys.

Manipulating bitch had us fuck each others mouths before we were allowed to touch her and that became our greatest secret.

“Buy.”I thrust harder into his throat, feeling it contract around the head of my dick as his hand moves faster.

“The tickets,” I grit out as I spill down my best friend’s throat.

I hold him there for a second before he chokes, coughing up spit and cum before falling backwards, knocking over a vase.

“Fuck.”Chase mutters quickly pulling away.

The noise startles them both. We tuck our dicks back in and leave.

I already got what I need, using a page from her own playbook.

I have the recorded evidence to make her my bitch, just like she did to us all those years ago.

And now, she gets to feel what she made us become.

But first, I plan to have some fun with her.

But it all ends with this.

Cordelia wouldn’t like Daddy Dearest seeing her on her knees for a man who her father helped in a time of need.

I smile.

Ohh, my little snake, how much fun we will have.

How much will I enjoy exposing your parasitic ways?

I run behind Chase, and he turns around, smiling, right before we reach the top of the hill that leads to the university parking lot.

“We are really doing this?”

“Yeah, we got the video.”

Which reminds me I should double-check. So, I pull out my phone, open up the camera app and find the video.

“I got it.”

“Good, so I’ll buy the tickets.” He points a yellow polished finger at my chest. “But you get Queen B to the island.”

I smirk at the thought.

“I will, right after I make sure she tells Professor Johnson she wants out of the internship.”

Chase pulls his long hair up into a man bun, “You think she will take the loss? It’s not like Cordy to just bend over and take it.”

“She won’t have a choice. I’ll program to play it all over the school if I have to.” I move forward, my repressed anger surfacing. “I stopped thinking with my dick a long time ago.”

But that was a lie.

A lie that tastes bitter on my tongue.

My dick hasn’t stopped thinking about her since that fucking lake. She infected me with her sickness, and now I’m too far gone to ever recover…

I’m just a mindless host waiting to be devoured.

My best friend frowns. “You mean your heart?” he deadpans.

“No, my dick because the only thing I loved about Cordelia was that pretty pussy and that fucking parasitic mouth. That’s it.”

He shrugs, pulling out his vape and taking a long inhale of the fruity smoke. “Whatever you say, the tickets aren’t cheap so make sure she’s on that ferry Thursday, next week.”

I nod.

“She will be, even if I have to force her on myself.”

Chase exhales the smoke. “Do you think she regrets playing us?”

I could laugh. Of course she doesn’t because being twisted is in her soul.

Intelligent. Beautiful. Manipulating. Snake.

She cracked us open. Made us animals. Then left us to starve.

“No, Chase, I don’t. If anything, I think she loved seeing us panic. Seeing us submit to her until she was bored. Until she decided she was done with us. Don’t forget what she put us through the last year of high school after that camping trip.”

Chase backs up a little, throwing up his hands in the air, his eyes softening as if he wasn’t the most affected by the situation. After all, she pretended to be his while sneaking into my room at night.

Chase and I almost fell out over it. Years of friendship down the drain all because we wanted the same girl.

I mean, it’s not like I can publicly admit I used to make out with my step sister while our parents slept down the hall, but I wanted her for everything she was–is.

Who knows now?

My feelings for Cordelia are complicated.

I look at Chase as he grins before the tension on his face is back for a moment, I can see something behind the mask.

A crack.

Maybe a lie. A secret.

Whatever it is, he’s not ready to share it… like I wasn’t ready to share her all those years ago, then it changed, and she created new rules.

“Tell me, what do you want?” I beg as Cordelia bends down and begins to dig through the dirt, looking for mushrooms to pull. It wasn’t only her beauty that made me this desperate…

This needy.

It was her brain…

Chase comes up beside me, and kneels beside her, catching her hand.

“What do you want from us, Cordy?” His voice is soft and loving as he speaks to her. She leans into him, drawn by his warmth and smiles.

“I want both. I don’t want to choose. So, if I can’t have both…”

She inhales deeply, those icy blue eyes locked on me as the words leave her lips. “If we can’t work, then it’s done. I’m not choosing.” I want to drop to my knees and beg her to reconsider… but the look on Chase’s face tells me there was no need to beg her. He’d already chosen.

He chose her.

He chose me.

And I chose them.

I was hesitant at first until Chase’s warm, wet mouth wrapped around on my cock while I feasted on her virgin cunt. It was magical… so in sync as she grinds into my face and my hips piston against him.

Dirty.

Raw.

Pure fucking connection.

Something you only see on the internet.

Even at the tender age of eighteen, our Cordy was nothing short of an isopod, leeching off you when it was beneficial .

But Chase isn’t, which tells me whatever he’s hiding, it’s probably to win her back, and that festival is the way in.

As much as I hate big crowds and loud noises, I’m addicted to the thrills that come with the chase. I hate admitting that I was addicted to her… he r brain… her beauty…

I would call it an addiction–but love is a cleaner word for infestation.

Cordelia spreads inside you.

Once she’s in, she just leaves you begging for more.