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Cassidy

Eliza, Julian, Calder, and Ryan are amazing people. They showed us our room, and we decided to get unpacked and relax for a moment. They’re fixing dinner while we are up here. After conversing for a while, I am so happy to be here. I feel a lot better about our decision to come here.

I am laying across the bed while they put clothes away.

I am stressed because there is a lot I’m going to have to replace since it was left in my old apartment.

It’s nothing important, just some things that bring me joy, like my Kindle, journals, bag, shoes, and whatnot.

Hands slide up my thighs before pushing them apart as Oscar kneels between my legs and rests on his forearms so he’s in my face.

I know it’s him because I can smell his cologne.

“Open your eyes, Cass,” he says softly. “Look at me.”

“It makes it real,” I whisper. I gasp when he presses his hips into me and his cock throbs against my pussy.

“Does it feel real?” he asks.

“Yes,” I whimper.

“Then. Look. At. Me,” he growls, pressing harder into my hips until I let out a small moan.

I open my eyes, and he smiles sweetly. He looks like he’s plotting something as he sits back.

I am calm as long as I keep my eyes on him.

He pulls my pants off, taking my panties with them.

Next, he sits me up just enough to take my shirt off and unhook my bra.

When he tosses my bra to the ground, he dips his head and sucks my nipple into his mouth.

“Oh my God,” I moan. He switches to my other breast as his hand drops, and he pushes fingers into my already dripping pussy.

“Fuck, Cass. You’re so damn wet for me already. Is this all for your big brother?” he asks, bringing his face to mine with a wicked grin on his face.

“Yes,” I moan.

“What do you want?” he asks me.

“You,” I admit.

“How much?”

“So fucking much. Please,” I beg. He grins as he grabs my hips and rolls to pull me on top of him. “Oscar!”

“If you want my cock, take it,” he says as he lifts his hips a little to press the head of his cock against me. “Sit on my cock, little sis. Let me make you feel good.”

“You’ve got to stop calling me that,” I complain.

“It’s the truth. No ignoring this, babe.

I’ve had my tongue inside you,” he says.

I surprise myself and Oscar when I abruptly slam myself down on his cock and moan louder than I intended.

I sit up straight, and I’m nearly in tears at how much he is stretching me.

I am shaking as he rubs my lower belly. “Good girl, Cass. You’re doing so well. Rock your hips.”

“No,” I mumble as I drop down and kiss him. “Oscar, I really need for you to just take me. Fuck me like you hate me and make it hurt. I need everything you’ve got all at once, and I don’t want you to let me fight. Just fuck me stupid. Please.”

“Are you absolutely sure? This means I’m not stopping for any reason. I don’t care what the safe word is or how much you beg me to stop. If you want everything at once, you’ll take my cock until I’m done with you.”

“I understand,” I say softly. He smiles sweetly before rolling us so that I am on my back.

“You asked for this. Don’t forget that,” he reminds me as he hooks my legs over his arms and leans in to fold me in half. I hear the door, but I am so focused on Oscar that I don’t pay attention to it. “Ready?”

I open my mouth to answer, but he suddenly rams his cock into me so hard that a shrill scream rips from my throat, and I immediately start to try and fight him.

He has me pinned in such a way that I can’t do shit, but try to push him away with my legs.

He is hammering into me as fast and hard as he can while I scream with my eyes rolled back.

I have a death grip on his wrists, and I can’t find reprieve, but I don’t want it.

“Fuck, you feel amazing,” he growls as he drops my legs to lean into me.

I wrap my arms around his neck and pull him close.

When he kisses me, it’s like heaven and hell have collided, and this is the beautiful chaos that has been created in its wake.

When we come, it explodes simultaneously, and my brain temporarily stops functioning.

The next thing I know, I am blinking the daze out of my vision, and everything is different. I am dressed. Oscar is dressed. I am curled up in his lap. We are in the living room now. Other hands are on me, but it’s the strange voice that makes me flinch and turn into Oscar more.

“It’s Jasper. You’re safe,” Oscar tells me softly.

“I thought for sure you’d killed her,” Gunner laughs and pulls me up to take me away from him. “That was hot as fuck.”

“Creep,” I laugh and lay my head on his chest.

“She has pretty bad anxiety. She just needs a moment,” Oscar explains.

“It’s okay. I promise,” the man says.

My body is shaking, and I don’t know why. The longer I sit here, the more comfortable I get. Eventually, I sit up and take a deep breath before turning to the man. “Uh… hi…”

“Hi,” he smiles. “I am Detective Jasper Omen. This is Agent Carrie Marcelo with the FBI.”

“It’s nice to meet you, Cassidy,” she says sweetly.

“I assume you want to know about Trey. Troy. Why can’t I get that? It’s so close,” I say.

“Well, his actual name is neither of those. It’s Jason Tress,” Jasper says.

“He is thirty-two and was born in Idaho. We are still piecing together his known aliases, but there are several. He was suspected of killing his pregnant girlfriend when they were seventeen, but he skipped town and disappeared before they could get answers.”

“Well damn,” I say.

“Tell me about your relationship. How you met, the abuse, and even the good things. No detail is too small,” Jasper says.

“Well… We met on VelvetBound. He messaged me first. We talked for a few days before meeting at my work. We had dinner and ended up going back to my apartment. He was… great. He was sweet and attentive. He wasn’t pushy.

We talked about boundaries and hard limits.

Going into this, it was intended to be a one-time thing, but he said he wanted to meet in public so we could talk for a while.

I was comfortable letting him into my apartment.

From there… we had a few dates over the next two weeks.

One day, he stayed the night and never left.

Once he was living there, everything changed fast. I didn’t know how to get him out, so I just kept the peace the best I could.

Fighting led to screaming and always ended with rough sex and me crying.

He started punishing me with a belt, and it just got worse and worse.

He quickly took over everything until I was nearly suffocating.

I don’t know where I went wrong, but… I just couldn’t get him to leave.

He knew I’d never tell the guys, especially Oscar, but he was always insisting that I was fucking him. Which I guess is funny in hindsight.”

“They’re step siblings, not real siblings. It’s hot. Don’t judge,” Eliza says firmly.

“No judgment,” Jasper laughs. “My oldest child was born because I knocked up my stepsister at sixteen. My second child was because I married the other stepsister. Now I live with both of them.”

“Damn, get it, Jasper!” Eliza laughs.

“That gives me an idea,” Oscar says, flashing me a bright smile. A blush heats my cheeks, and everyone chuckles.

“He told me his name was Trey Beddingfield. Only child and dead parents. He lived there his whole life. He told me he didn’t have a license because of a DUI when he was younger and he had a family inheritance, so he didn’t have to work.

He was sweet enough that I missed how sketchy that was, but by the time I thought it was weird, I was trapped. ”

“So, what is the plan?” Oscar asks.

“We have agents in Miami looking for him, but it seems as though he might have been alerted already that we were on to him. Any way he could have found out other than the post that linked you all?” Carrie asks.

“Not really. I left everything behind,” I say.

“Okay. We will keep digging. Just stay together and tell us if you notice anything suspicious at all. Okay?” Carrie asks, but it is more of a command.

“Will do,” Collin says.

“It’s late. Get some rest,” Jasper says. “I’ll reach out in the next few days.”

“Bye, Jasper,” Eliza says.

When they leave and the gate is locked, Julian sets the alarm and sits down with us. I open my mouth to ask a question, but shut it back when everyone looks at me.

“What?” Julian asks me.

“Nothing,” I lie as I blush.

“What is it? You were going to say something,” he presses.

“I just… I hear the door,” I say nervously.

“I was just going to… I mean, I know it’s not my…

FUCK!” I yell out in frustration when I can’t get my thoughts out.

I pull away from Gunner and stand up. I suddenly can’t breathe, and the more I try, the worse it gets.

Before I can stop it from building, panic slams down on me full force, and I am crying.

I can’t hear anyone, and when I feel hands on me, it makes everything worse.

All I can think about is the way Trey would hold me down when he took me if he wasn’t punishing me.

I knew better than to say no, but that didn’t make things easier.

It’s like I can still feel his hot breath on me, and I can’t get the feeling of him off my skin.

All of this compounds into my brain processing in flashes, and I can’t think.

I can’t breathe. I can’t do anything. Who is screaming? Is that me? Why am I screaming?