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Your life isn't yours if you always worry about what others think.

- Unknown

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•Chapter 54•

{His sinful game}

•Emma's: Point of View•

My mind hasn't let me doze off to sleep yet. It is the curiosity and worries about Kevin's little game that keeps me up.

Knowing how sadistic he is, it wouldn't surprise me at anything he comes up with any more to tease and bully me.

My first plan was to sleep in Leo's bedroom for the night to avoid his twin brother's twisted game that he had planned for me.

But I didn't want to annoy Leo any further, so that idea was erased from my mind as quickly as it came.

He's probably not in a good mood to be bothered with my issues.

The poor guy had to break up with his girlfriend because of me. I'm not entirely sure of the reason for their breakup, but a feeling in my gut tells me that it was because of that picture that was circulating online.

He probably regretted even helping me. I felt so guilty about how things turned out between those two.

Does Kevin feel guilty? The simple answer is . He seemed to act as if nothing had happened.

What does Kevin have planned to torment me tonight? That question popped into my head for the sixth time tonight.

My nerves were filled with this weird sense of anticipation instead of worry.

It's like my body wants to feel that euphoric feeling running through my veins again.

My body shouldn't be reacting this way, but it seems like it has a mind of its own. I was like an addict with withdrawal symptoms.

Shit, I have some serious issues if I'm feeling this way instead of being scared shitless. And I didn't like that at all.

At one point, I asked my father again to put a lock on the outside of my bathroom door... so Kevin wouldn't come in.

Of course, I left the Kevin part out, not wanting my father to become suspicious about it and why I'm always asking him to put one in. At this point, anyone would have found it suspicious.

But in the end, my father didn't because he didn't think anything was out of the ordinary.

Of course, he wouldn't. Every day he is physically drained and emotionally exhausted from his long day of work. He barely pays much attention to his kids, and I don't blame him for it.

He didn't have to say it; his face alone displayed that clearly.

And for some reason, my father has this idea in his head that I'll hurt myself if I lock myself in my bedroom , and that no one would have time to get to me.

Do I look that awful for people to make assumptions like that? Maybe I do.

My friends probably thought the same thing, and that is why they were a bit worried that I wasn't talking much to them, and disappeared from time to time, huddled myself in the library. And on top of that, acting so weird and distant from them for the past few days.

And then I stopped asking my father altogether when he asked me, "Why did I need one to begin with?"

My explanation alone would sound super bizarre.

I can't say that I want that lock because of my stepbrother.

That would sound super weird. And it will spike curiosity in my father.

And if he ever finds out what's happening between me and Kevin, something deep down in me just knows that he'll think it's my fault that Kevin is being this way towards me.

He'll think that Kevin was seduced by me.

That's what my mother always thought of me. It was my fault that my face attracted such attention from those weird rich folks with sick fantasies.

The last thing I want is for my father to think the same and then look at me with revulsion, just like my mother used to whenever she laid her eyes on me after I did her bidding.

The door slowly creaked open, making me snap my gaze to the door.

There's the devil, with a beautiful smile, stood there, looking amused as ever. The air suddenly becomes heavier to breathe.

My anxiety intensified as my eyes wouldn't drift away from his large physique. Or his bare upper half.

I wasn't mentally prepared to face him yet, and more alone like this after what we've done in that enclosed space. I was too nervous to think straight. My body was feeling weird inside.

My insides began to feel this tingling sensation, spreading like butterflies until it was felt in my fingertips.

For some reason, when he gets too close to me, he makes me begin to doubt myself... and I don't know why. He makes me feel things inside, causing me to drown in confusion.

It seems like the devil wasn't satisfied with his craving... So he came to take some more.

"And here I thought you'd be asleep by now.

No fun." He stepped inside, and closed the door behind him, a ghost of a smile reaching his lips when he saw how motionless my body was on the bed.

It was three a.m. and outside was dark and starless. The only sound that is heard is the soft rain hitting the glass and a few rumbling lightning bolts illuminating the dark sky every few seconds.

Damn, it felt like I was in a horror movie. Just waiting for my tormentor to play with me until my body breaks. Until he consumes my whole body and my racing heart.

He thought I'm that gullible, to let my guard down and sleep when the hungry devil resides right next door.

"I don't want to play any of your stupid games, Kevin." I must stand my ground now or I will never get out of this loophole that keeps taking me deeper into the Abyss with him. If I let myself sink into the abyss with him ,there would be no way out. And I will be trapped with him forever.

"Wow... really, does it look like I care? " His small smile widened as he got off the door.

"What kind of sick game are you playing?"

"Do you think this is funny?" What does he want from me? Why is my stepbrother acting this way towards me?

Why is he confusing me and my emotions?

"If you don't... Then look at what I have here. " He brought his phone up. His sinister smile grew when he displayed a video on the screen while ignoring my previous questions.

When he started playing the video and my ears picked up on my soft breathy moans coming from his smartphone, I quickly got off my mattress and ran up to him to grab the stupid phone and snatch it away from him, to delete that sinful video in a heartbeat.

But when I was so close to having it in my fingertips, he lifted it up as he chuckled while pausing the video.

"What happened, little toy?

You don't like hearing yourself moan?

Cause, I do. I like hearing your desperate moans; it makes me want to bully you even more with my tongue. Devour you until there's nothing left.

Break you to a point of no return.

Until... you are the one begging me for more.

Mmmm, I would like to see you beg me again. " My cheeks reddened with his bold words as his dark gray eyes gleamed with dark humor.

Bastard.

I shook my head, as I backed away from him. Noticing how dangerous it was to be this close to him,

If my body's too close to him, my willpower will crumble as my crazy hormones take over.

Noticing this, he firmly grabs me by the waist and pulls me back closer to his large body, making me rest my hands on his hard bare abdomen.

My fingers could feel the smoothness of his skin even though he had a few scars and every dip and curve of his defined ripped Abs.

How shameful of me to feel him up in a moment like this. God, I need help. Because it seems like I don't have any shame in doing this at a time like this.

His dazzling smile widened when he felt how nervous my body was in his tight hold.

He leans down and plants a gentle kiss on my left cheek, then one on my neck, making a volt of electricity run through my veins and straight down to my core.

He knew what he was doing; he knew how much he affected me. The way that my body was reacting was a dead giveaway.

My body's inability to stop itself from displaying what he was provoking out of me was making me uneasy and embarrassed.

He placed the smartphone in his back pocket, still kissing me down the side of my throat, towards my collarbone.

Then, with his free hand, he grabs my jaw to keep me still, and then he begins to kiss me.

At first, it was a hot, heated, almost desperate kiss, but gradually it became slower and gentler. It's almost as if he was trying to memorize the way my tongue moves against his.

It was hard for me to tell how he really felt about me with just one kiss, because every kiss he gave me felt different, and it confused me.

I bit him on his lower lip harshly, making him wince but smile. He was enjoying this form of treatment, and that made me more nervous. He is a devil indeed.

Then he gradually let my body go, making me quickly create a large space between us to stop this weird feeling in my gut from blossoming even more and spreading to my whole body like a virus consuming every healthy cell it sees.

My ears could pick up my heartbeat at how hard it was beating inside my rib cage.... My poor heart was confused about what to feel inside.

My emotions were a jumbled mess.

Why was my body enjoying this?

Am I so deprived of affection that I crave anything that comes my way? Wow, I'm really pathetic.

He took out two little drawstring pouches from his black sweatpants. One was white, while the other one was black.

I stood there stupidly staring as my curiosity intensified the more my mind guessed what could be inside those two small pouches.

Is there drugs inside there... I hope not.

"Choose one." He chuckled amusingly. His eyes filled themselves with mischief the more my eyes couldn't stray away from the pouches.

It feels like whichever my right hand took, losing was always the outcome.

This felt like a trick. Almost like bait waiting to trap me into his sinful game with no way out of it.

"I don't want to choose any of them." I stepped back as a frown emerged on my face.

"You must do it if you don't want the penalty of not participating in this fun game." His smile widened as a glimmer of mischief shone in his gray, stormy eyes.

Those eyes were beginning to fill themselves with a weird glint in them.

I didn't even ask what the penalty was because it would have made me panic more than I already am. And I needed to keep my composure in front of the playful devil who was looking for any opening to break me.

When my hand reached for the white pouch. My movement halted in midair for a moment when my eyes caught the way his lips stretched a little, almost like he couldn't contain his soft smile from breaking into a bigger one.

My hand quickly gravitated towards the black one instead.

Seeing the sinister fire in his eyes die down a little as a hint of disappointment took over them made me think for a moment that my immediate change of mind was good.

But why is this sharp feeling in my chest telling me that wasn't the smartest choice?

Why is this nagging feeling in my gut telling me that again?

When my trembling fingers felt the little black pouch, it felt like many little dice in different shapes were inside it.

My curiosity spiked the more my fingers felt five or six little dice inside. The more my imagination became more wild and unbelievable about what he would have me do with these little dice.

What does he want me to do with these little dice? Are they even little dice or something else?

"Don't be afraid. Open it.

And take one out so we can begin the fun part. " He gently throws the white pouch up in the air a few times just to catch it with his hand as he carefully observes me.

They were different dice shapes, so I took the one with fewer sides. Confusion did not begin to explain what my eyes were observing right now in my hand.

"You can't back down now that you have the dice in your hands. Then the game won't be as fun if you do. " His lips stretched into a knowing smile, as if he knew he was going to hear protesting from me, the more the wheel in my head was connecting the dots.

When my focus sharpened on the black dice in my hand, my cheeks couldn't help but warm as my heart sped up as if it was going to shut off at any moment at how fast it was beating inside my chest.

What the heck is this? I brought it closer to my face, and my eyes couldn't help but widen a little more when it finally clicked in my head why he was so amused.

The black dice have little images on them, sexual images that my eyes had to blink harder to see if it's not my head making up erotic images that are craved in gold on the black dice.

The more I gazed at it as my fingers moved it around my palm, the more my cheeks heated up.

"And here I was hoping you'd take this one," he shook the small white pouch, a short sigh of disappointment escaping his lips.

"W-Why?" I asked, hoping to buy some time to think of a way out of this. What could be inside that white pouch? Is it worse than the one I took?

"Because-never mind... I'll leave that surprise for next time." He leaned in as his minty breath fanned my face as his words slipped out of his mouth in mockery. Like he knows something that I don't... that alone made me frown.

"Now roll the dice, my little toy. I want to see which fun activity you are partaking in with me tonight. "

"This is not a game; there must be a winner and a loser... and I have nothing to win here." I argued back.

He took the dice from me and showed me two empty sides that had no erotic images engraved on them. " If it lands on either of those two, then I'll leave you alone... for a week. And let you delete one of your ... videos from my phone... and also fix the little mess I created at school. But if it lands on one of these, then you would have to perform the action if you don't want the consequence of not following through. "

I looked at my bedroom door, ready to make a break for it. But my thoughts got cut off when his low voice reached my ears.

"You can run if you want. But are you really willing to take the consequences after abandoning the game before it even begins? " He smiled as he crossed his arms in front of his wide chest.

And just like that, an invisible chain was placed on my ankle. It had me locked in place.

Not knowing the punishment was difficult for me to make a clear decision. The risk was too big to ignore.

Kevin was unpredictable... and merciless. For him, everything was a game. He did not fear anything, and that was what made him dangerous.

Look at what one stupid picture of him and I on a bed caused. And he seemed not to care at all about how people around him were having trouble because of that simple image of us.

Does he have any idea of the problem he put me in with his girlfriend and her friends who are aching to beat the girl in the photo, [aka me].

It's so stressful overthinking what would happen to me if people find out , and plus, terrified to the bone that someone would recognize me in that photo. The judgment that people would have on me if they found out who was lying in bed with him is killing me inside.

And not only that, I'm also afraid that my body would begin to like his cruel form of affection... if it could be called that.

At this point, I didn't trust myself around him either. My mind wouldn't let me think about anything else except those lips and the way they made me feel inside.

Somehow, he penetrated the solid steel box that I locked my heart into.

One new fear of mine was that my body would become addicted to his kisses, his touch, his sweet, fresh scent of freshly cut grass, and his lustful dark eyes that fill with satisfaction whenever he invokes a breathy moan out of my trembling lips wherever he has me close to the edge of ecstasy.

And then, as an addict to her drug, I would begin to seek it as a madwoman. Like a moth to a flame. Knowing damn well that, in the end, he'll burn my wings.

I don't want to be like my mother... hopeless in love with a monster.

I kneeled on the cold floor and rolled the dice. Hopefully, it lands on any of the ones that have no image engraved on them.

Maybe I won't have to do anything if it lands there. And maybe... everything will go back to normal. Just maybe.

It spins a little and then it stops... My little hope vanished as my eyes widened at the image it landed on . Then it became clearer when a streak of lightning illuminated the dark bedroom with a faintly blue glow for a few seconds.

Really, why did it have to land on that one specifically? It could have landed on any other one but this one. Luck is not on my side today.

A picture of a woman on her knees taking in the man's member in her mouth was displayed on the dice. My cheeks warmed as uneasiness filled my stomach.

I was too flustered to even gaze up at him while on my knees.

He must be enjoying how nervous he is seeing me behave while still staring at the dice in disbelief and shock.

There was no point in looking up when my mind painted a vivid picture of how his stormy eyes had an evil glint in them as a devilish smile took over his soft lips.

"I guess you won't need to get up from there, lucky me." His smile brightened even more as my cheeks reddened with warmth at how bold he was with his words.

"Come on, I want to feel those pretty soft lips wrap around my cock. I've been craving them for a while. " My face turned redder at his words as he lifted my face and traced his thumb on my parted lips, making me blush even more as my nerves tingled, messing up my calm breathing patterns.

My legs squeezed together at the strong tingling sensation that was beginning to build up between them again.

My shameless eyes stilled on his hard-on that was very visible through his dark sweatpants.

My heart throbbed harder as my mind mentally prepared me to do something that I never would have been brave enough to do if I wasn't feeling insignificant under his devouring hot gaze.

Feeling insignificant was one of the emotions I hated the most. It made me vulnerable and it made me doubt myself. And that's what he wants from me right now: for me to doubt myself.

Should I make a run for it? No, the risk was too big.

Running will get me nowhere... and I'm tired of it. Always running from my problems instead of solving them head on.

I'm already trapped in his game from the very beginning... But he would come out losing in the end because I wouldn't let myself break and be molded into his toy.

I made up my mind. Now I just need my body to cooperate with me.

My right hand pressed against his, hard on. making him take a sharp deep breath in.