Claimed by My Stepbrother

Chapter 13

What the hell? No wonder the girls are scared out of their minds. The guys are still tormenting them, playing along in this sick and twisted game. I could already tell the girls were freaking out from their shouts for help over the phone, but the whimpers I hear coming from them now are a dead giveaway that they’re terrified.

I pull out of Cord’s arms and start rushing down the hall, as fast as I can in these stupid heels. When I get to the end of the tunnel, I see our three huge friends disguised in their costumes standing in front of what looks to be a jail cell. It’s dark and dingy. And inside are my four friends huddled in the farthest corner.

As soon as I take in the horrific sight, I turn a nasty glare on Cord. I’m so pissed he let this happen. Not only that, I’m pissed that this was all his plan.

“Open the door now!” I shout.

All the guys turn in my direction.

“There you two are,” Jaxon says, dropping character and sounding like himself again. “We were wondering when you were going to join the party.”

Cord walks over and pulls a lever on the wall, and the door of the cell releases and opens. All four girls jump to their feet and rush toward us.

“You three are such assholes!” Samantha steps right in front of Drake, the jerk who took her.

“Relax,” he says, rolling his eyes. “We were just doing our job. You wanted a frightening experience and that’s what you got so you should be thrilled. You got what you paid for.”

She crosses her arms and shakes her head. “Yeah, being locked inside a cell with three crazy jerks isn’t exactly what we paid for.”

“Yeah, well I didn’t peg you for being such a wuss, Sam,” he snaps back. “Thought you had a bit more backbone than that. How disappointing.”

The look on Samantha’s face is anything but angelic like the costume she’s in. Right now, she looks downright evil and absolutely livid.

“You’re an ass, Drake. And guess what? Payback is going to be a bitch.”

He crosses his broad arms and steps forward, eliminating the space between them. Taking on a dominating stance and towering over the girl. The look in his eyes would have me cowering, but she doesn’t even flinch.

“I’d like to see you try, Sam,” he grits through his teeth. “There’s nothing you can do to me. Haven’t you learned by now that I always come out on top? Figured you’d know when to walk away and not make things worse on yourself.”

Man, these two seriously have it out for each other.

She cocks her chin and places her hands on his chest, stepping up on her toes to get right in his face. The look in her eyes suddenly turning angelic. She looks so calm it’s concerning. If I were him, I’dbe blocking my balls right now.

Her fingers begin to slowly travel down his chest straight toward his crotch. Oh shit. I think I’m right. She’s going to grab his nuts and squeeze. But Drake doesn’t seem concerned. He just stands and watches her, not blocking her path or stepping away. He doesn’t even flinch or blink as her fingers land between his legs and begin teasing him up and down. What on earth?

“We’ll see about that, Drake.” She wraps her hand around him. “But I’m pretty sure by the time I’m done with you, you’ll be begging for mercy. I’m going to end up on top. And you’re going to be sorry you ever fucked with me.”

She boldly strokes his extremely obvious erection, and the room has gone dead silent—except for Drake’s heavy breathing. The rest of us are staring in shock, wondering what the hell is happening right now. She’s giving her sworn enemy a hand job. Right in front of us. No longer just rubbing him up and down but working him over. Holy shit. If she doesn’t stop, he’s going to come. And I don’t think that’s the message she’s trying to send right now.

A throat clearing at my side breaks the sexually tense moment. Samantha’s shoulders suddenly stiffen, and I see the stunned look in her eyes before she quickly masks it. I think she was lost to what she was doing for a moment and just realized who she was doing it with. She drops her hand then plasters on a vicious smirk.

“Sorry, to leave you so blue, Drake. But it’s time for me and the girls to head out. Have fun stroking your tiny dick, asshole.” She turns and starts to walk out of the cell, but his words stop her in her heel-clicking tracks.

“You and I both know you’ll be on your knees later begging for me to give you all ten inches of this ‘tiny’ dick, hard and fast, but nice try, Sam.”

Oh my God! Are the two of them secretly fucking? But they hate each other. With a passion.

Samantha jerks around to face him, looking more pissed than ever. “Sorry, Drake. But whatever delusional fantasy world you’re living in, you need to snap back to reality. I would never beg to be fucked by the biggest asshole I know. I’d rather fuck a cucumber since it has more brain cells.”

She turns around again and walks out of the cell, continuing down the dark corridor without a single backward glance. I’m seriously in shock and don’t know what the hell just happened. I turn my attention back on Drake, and there’s a smirk on his face as he watches her disappear into the dark. I don’t know what’s going on between the two of them, but it’s obviously more than just some childhood feud.

“Come on, girls, let’s go,” Lexie says, stepping toward the door, but Jaxon blocks her path. “Move,Jax,” she snaps, but he doesn’t budge.