Room Twenty-Two: Hide and Seek Novel – The playboy in school is now my stepbrother, and he is having a threesome with two of his friends. Axel’s getting a blow job, and like some pervert, I’m watching. I don’t know why I’m mesmerized by the scene, but here I am, completely turned on and my hand moves glides into my panties. – “Little Kitten, I think the big bad wolves have caught you.” Axel says, walking over to me. I try to remove my hand from my panties, but Axel is quicker. He holds me in position and steps closer, “Let’s make a deal, Little Kitten. You run, and we chase. If we don’t catch you, all’s forgiven. “And what happens if you catch me?’ “Then we have a little fun.” Kian’s deep voice reverberates through the room, “you with three of us.”
STELLA “We’ve put you in this room,” the housekeeper Heidi of my new stepfather‘s house says, opening French doors into what looks like a five thousand-a-night hotel room, complete with eight-hundred count Egyptian cotton sheets and high vaulted ceilings. “Mr. Axel is across the hall. He’s Mr. Moretti’s son. He’s around your age, maybe a few years older.” I’m familiar with Axel Moretti. We went to the same high school. I was a freshman when he was a senior. Being a smart poor kid, I got scholarships to prestigious schools my entire life, passing any test they threw at me with flying colors. But Axel and I might as well be from different planets. He and his two arrogant best friends are attractive, all filthy rich kings of the school.
What they said went, and if you messed with them, you would hear about it, probably with their fists and boots. I was the fat, poor girl while they were royalty, sitting high on their untouchable thrones. They went in on him like jackals ripping apart their prey. And the look of complete and utter annihilation on Axel’s face was the scariest thing I’d ever seen. So I’ve avoided the man like the plague since our parents started dating. I walked into the “help” he gives people, and it’s not something I’m interested in. Sure, he’s as hot as sin, but his heart is as dark as coal. Heidi plasters a forced smile on her face as she backs out of the bedroom and closes the French doors behind her, leaving me alone. My hand glides along the bed and my brain goes into overdrive.
What has my mother gotten us into? She might have all these extravagant things, but at what cost? The Morettis aren’t exactly upstanding citizens. One of the most notorious mobsters in the Midwest and the constant source of fame in the tabloids. The one most in the tabloids is Anthony’s playboy son, Axel. Not that Axel is a harmless frat boy. He’s got a reputation for being lethal and someone you don’t want to mess with. The giant room suddenly feels too small, making it hard to breathe. I fling the bedroom doors open and storm into the hallway to see if fresh air can help when I hear a grunt from the room across the hall.
I should mind my business and go outside like I’d planned, but a morbid curiosity takes hold of me, and my feet glide along the marble floor. The door is ajar, and like a complete creeper, I place my eye between the crack of the door and the door frame and peek inside. That’s when I see my new step-brother, Axel Moretti, his head tilted back on a black leather couch, his arms expanding like an eagle. His crisp white dress shirt is open, and my eyes trail along his firm chest and banging six-pack. I see a head bopping up and down between his legs. Axel’s getting a blowjob, and like some pervert, I’m watching. “Oh,’ Axel moans. Wetness pools between my legs as if he swiped my cherry with his tongue. I don’t know why I’m mesmerized by the scene, but here I am, completely turned on. “I need to get laid by a chick cause as much as it’s hot f*ckin’ around with the two of you, it’ll never compare to a wet, warm private part.” My eyes shift to the fresh voice, and there sits Kian, the psycho. Kian’s hand moves back and forth around his thick shaft, and what a shaft it is. It’s a work of art.
Axel grunts, and the sound is so primal it goes straight to my cherry. I forget these three men are psychopaths with no humanity and think about how wet I am. I’m not the type to spy on people, but something about seeing these men in a compromising position does all kinds of things to my body. My hand moves to my breasts and I fist them in my hand while the other hand moves under my dress and glides into my panties. Every grunt and groan coming from these men is a hit directly on my cherry. My eyes close as my fingers work me into a frenzy. I’m lost in their euphoria while trying to find my own when I hear a thud. My eyes fly open to see Ronan on his hip, Kian putting his shaft away, and Axel looking at me like he’d like to set me on fire. “Christ, Axel. You could give a man warning,” Ronan says. “Look what we have here,” Axel says, walking over to me.
He’s not even trying to hide his bobbing upright. His massive biceps bulge. “Little Kitten, I think the big bad wolves have caught you.” I try to remove my hand from my panties, but Axel is quicker. He holds me in position and steps closer. My body shakes, not from the climax I was hoping to have but from the venom in his clear blue eyes. “We don’t like curious little kittens around here. Think we need to punish you, so you know your place?” I try to find my courage. “I’m sure Daddy would like to know about your little display here.” I shake my wrist, but his grip is like a vise. “Let go of my arm, Axel.” “It’s cute she thinks she can tell you what to do,” Ronan says, his voice laced with something akin to respect. My eyes roam to the side, and I spot Kian, a hunting knife in his hand. “I say we teach someone some manners.” Axel smirks. “Is that what we should do, Little Kitten? Teach you some manners.” I swallow, my body a tense ball of nerves. I’ve walked into a den of lions.
A laughing bark jolts my fear. I turn to stare Ronan in the face. His smile is jovial, his eyes pierced on mine as he zips his pants. “What’s the matter, Rabbit? Not feeling brave anymore?” “Let’s make a deal, Little Kitten. You run, and we chase. If we don’t catch you, all’s forgiven, and we all go about our merry way.” “And what happens if you catch me?’ Kian’s deep voice reverberates through the room. “Then we have a little fun.” He licks his lips while trailing the blade of the knife on the couch cushion. “Our way.” “Don’t waste any time, Kitten. You’ve got a ten-minute head start.” Axel leans in, his mouth at my ear. His breath is hot, and my body, the bimbo it is, doesn’t seem to care he’s crazy. It takes a moment before he whispers the word, “Run.” – AXEL The kitten scampers down the stairs. Kian laughs. The sick prick might be my brother, but I’m sure he’s salivating at catching her as much as I am. I’m sick, too, but I’m no match for Kian. The guy has no control; everything is about access to him. Kian moves the tip of his blade along his fingertip. “How long we gonna let her run?” “You can put that away cause you’re not using it on her,” I instruct. I’ve seen Kian at work with that knife, with the look of pure exaltation when he draws blood. In a twisted way, it’s like he takes their life force and seeps it into himself.
It’s the only time he doesn’t seem like the fuckin’ walking undead. Kian laughs and tosses the knife on the marble coffee table, tip down. “No problem. There are a lot of other things I can do with Sweet Girl that won’t require cutting.” “You can’t force her into anything either,” Ronan chirps. Of the three of us, Ronan is the only one with some humanity. It’s not much, but it’s there. He gazes at me, his brown eyes giving off a disapproving stare. “You want to screw her too,” I throw back, and he looks away, proving me right. We all wanted to bang her when we saw her in the form-fitting dress at my dad’s wedding to her mom. How she looked in that dress is still imprinted on my mind, every luscious curve hugged tight. I wanted to push her against the wall and grope every f*ckin’ part of her. She consumed me at the wedding, and I couldn’t pay attention to anything but her. Kian’s art took a very dark and obsessive turn. Ronan stopped everything that walked, and I started stalking her, taking little mementos where I could. Like an addict, I fly to her campus every week and watch her for a few days, needing the hit to take the edge off. It’s probably wrong that when we catch her, we’re going to take what we want without remorse, but it’s her fault for getting into our bloodstream like a fuckin’ virus. “F*ckin’ her won’t keep her under control, and it won’t make her ours,” Ronan says. “You know what we’ve gotta do.”
I nod. Kian smirks as he rolls up his sleeves. “Don’t worry. We’ll make her a quiet and willing little toy.” “Ready?” I ask. The guys nod, and we walk down the stairs and out the back doors, watching Stella run amongst the trees. We catch up to her in no time; her strides are no match for ours. “You can run, but you’ll never be able to hide.” She turns around, tripping on a rock and falling to her knees. She gathers herself and starts to run, but I grab her by the waist and pull her toward me. “I like you in that position, Kitten. You look mighty fine on your knees, like a good girl.” She struggles to get away, pushing her fat hip against my shaft, making it hard. She doesn’t seem to understand that the more she struggles, the more I want her. My hands roam her body, and I grab her papillae. Shock runs through me as I rub her pebbled papillae. “The chase turn you on?” “No!” she yells. I push her toward a tree, my body covering hers like a blanket. She inhales when I press my shaft against her, making her feel every fuckin’ inch of me. My hand climbs to her throat, and I press my fingers into her jugular. Her eyes go round, and her fear is so palatable I could drown in it. “What’s the matter, sweetheart? You like watching from the sidelines, but you don’t want to take part in the game?” I trail my free hand down her body, stopping at her giant papillae. Her fuckin’ papillae. They are a work of art. Perfect, perky, and massive.
I grab a handful of her decadent flesh and dig my fingers in. “These papillae have haunted my dreams.” Her breath hitches, but she doesn’t fight me. I growl my frustration and need before I suck her delicate flesh so hard I know I’ll be leaving my mark. Good. I want her to walk around with my scent and bruises on her, to feel me for days. She’s at my mercy. Mine. My fingers slip into her panties, and I’m greeted with her slickness as my other hand laces through her dark hair and tugs her head back. My eyes lock with hers, and I smirk. “It must be so confusing to want to screw someone you can’t stand.” “Please! I’ve got… it’s my…” My hand moves to her entrance. We both freeze. “It’s my period.” She finished the word and look up to me.