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I swallowed hard, my throat burning from breathing so instantly, and whispered to him. “Don’t stop.” Haze slowed his pace. “No,” I whined. He smiled while he released my arms and lowered my trembling legs. “Haze.”

“I’m just getting started, Indi.” He ran his hand down my body before pulling out as we both moaned. “Get on your knees,” he growled. I did as he said and rolled onto my stomach and knees. “Good,” he cooed. “Now.” He used my panties to bind my hands behind my back and gripped my hips, immediately shoving his dick back inside me as I cried out. “Let everyone know just how sick you are, little sis!” He drove his dick so far into my pussy it hurt, but I liked it. And I wanted more.

“Harder,” I breathed as he rocked my body. He did as I asked, grunting as he pounded so deep into me, his pelvis was slamming into my ass. “Yes!”

Haze reached forward and grabbed a handful of my hair and forced my head high. “I’m going to fuck you all night like the wicked little whore you are!”

I smiled. “That’s right,” I breathed. “Fuck me like your whore. Show me just how much you love your fucking whore, big brother.”

And he did.

TWELVE

INDI

Haze snored,completely exhausted from everything we had done. We had fucked each other senselessly for hours, unable to fully satisfy the sick craving between us. And as much as I wanted more, I knew what I had to do.

I turned to look at him, sleeping so soundly and peacefully next to me. Kush was passed out at our feet. He had thankfully slept most of the day before while we fucked. I stroked his head as he purred, rolling in his sleep.

Sweet little man.

I quietly slithered from Haze’s bed and grabbed one of his t-shirts. My legs ached as I moved and put it on, my wrists and legs sore from the ropes, but I needed to be quick. Thankfully, he was passed out.

I crept quietly to his door and cracked it open. It was louder than I expected, creaking as I froze in fear. Haze groaned, rolling around in the bed. I exhaled as he settled and carefully pushed through.

The TV was still playing, stuck on an endless loop of news coverage focused on Carter’s death. The living room was a fucking mess, remnants of brownies all over the floor with the cut ropes Haze had used to tie me up. Mary-Jane was passed out,her blood staining her neck and clothes. I slowly bent down and shook her. “Mary-Jane?” I whispered. Her eyelids fluttered as she struggled to wake up. “Hey?—”

She immediately began to squirm and make noises.

“No! No! No!” I covered her mouth. “Shhhh. Please!” She stopped moving and watched me. I mouthed the words “be quiet” and gently removed my hands from her duct taped mouth. “It’s okay,” I whispered. I helped her sit up, carefully propping her body against the wall. She quietly sobbed. “Shhh. It’s okay. It’s going to be okay. I’m going to get you out of here. I just need to find something to cut your hands free.”

I searched for the knife Haze had used. It was on the floor across the room, near the chair he had me tied up to. Haze’s snores stopped, and we both froze, listening. I pressed my finger to my lips and stared at Mary-Jane. Her eyes watered as we listened, my own burning with fear. I quietly backed away from Mary-Jane and peaked around the corner, trying to remain unseen. Haze walked from his room right past me and into the hall. He stretched his arms, wearing nothing but a pair of sweats, groaning before he stepped into the bathroom and shut the door. I pulled back and exhaled with relief.

Mary-Jane watched as I nodded and eyed the knife.

Okay, just stay quiet.

I slowly crawled towards the living room on my hands and knees, trying to remain quiet. I reached my arm out and snatched the knife.

Yes!

The toilet flushed, and the bathroom door swung open. My heart sank as Haze walked out into the hallway. I remained as still as I could be, desperately hoping he didn’t see me, shaking with fear. Thankfully, he walked back into his room, completely unaware of me.

“Fuck,” I silently exhaled.

Mary-Jane motioned with her taped hands, telling me to hurry. I crawled back towards her with the knife tightly in my grasp. She held her arms out as I carefully wedged the blade between her hands and started cutting the duct tape. It was wrapped so tight, layer upon layer, making it hard to cut. Panic and anxiety began to settle into my core as I struggled. I had cut through a few layers, making some progress, when I heard movement behind me. I looked up at Mary-Jane and saw her eyes bulging, looking past me.

Shit.

I slowly turned, placing the knife between Mary-Jane’s hands, and looked up at Haze. He was standing inches away with his arms crossed. “What’re you doing, Indi?”

I slowly rose to my feet. “I can’t let you kill her, Haze.”

He looked past me at Mary-Jane before returning his focus to me. “And why is that?” he asked, cocking his head. “I thought you didn’t care for her? I thought we agreed to kill her?”

“I don’t,” I snapped. “And I never agreed to kill her. But no matter what is going on between us,this—” I pointed back to her. “This is wrong. You can’t just kidnap someone, tie them up and think people won’t notice! You need to let her go.”

Haze shook his head. “If I let her go, she’s going to tell everyone about us. The world won’t understand. They’ll try to keep us apart!” He rushed me, grabbing my face as he spoke. “She knows too much, Indi. If we let her go, she’ll tell them everything, and then they’ll come after me. I’ll be taken away. Away from you.” Tears began to form in his eyes. “I can’t live without you. I can’t! I’ve suffered long enough, and now that we can be together, you want to throw it all away? For her? No. I won’t let her ruin this. Without you, I am nothing. And I’d rather die than be kept away from you. Ineedyou, Indigo.”

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