Page 40 of Splintered Desire

My face pinches, my hand wrapped around Foxy’s orange and brown braids as I pull her mask off, and multiple things happen at the same time.

Isaac digs one of his long fucking fingers into the gauze on my leg, making pain shoot through me, right as I remove the mask and my Foxy turns into Zela. I shoot my load so fucking hard that I might have passed out if I wasn’t already lying in bed.

I feel the hot ropes of cum on my chest and groan low and deep and fully fucking sated.

Peeling my eyes open, I find Isaac not far from my bed, disgust and annoyance clear on his face, but I’m pretty used to that.

“What did you do?” His eyes flick to my leg, and the memory makes my cock twitch and a smile curve my lips.

“Don’t pretend like you don’t know.” I roll my eyes as I climb out of bed and head to the bathroom to wash up for the day.

I have a girl I want to see. Just the thought of her has my cock twitching again. I guess we both want to see her.

One second, I’m walking into the bathroom, and the next, I’m pinned to the wall, Isaac’s big-ass hand wrapped around the back of my neck, holding me in place.

“What did you do to her?” he hisses, and I hear actual emotion in his voice, not something we get too often.

I must have hit a nerve.

“She’s fine. I only had a little fun.” I can’t stop the chuckle that bubbles out of me as I think about last night, even as his grip tightens, cutting off my oxygen. “I was the only one to bleed,” I choke out.

It takes a second, but he releases me, taking a step back, leaving me to cough through the delicious pain in my throat.

“Go watch your pretty little camera and see if you don’t believe me.” My voice is raspy and hoarse, but I can’t stop the smile that pulls at my lips.

I know how Isaac loves his cameras; the fact that he doesn’t deny having one in her room isn’t shocking, but that he didn’t already know… that is.

He turns to leave without a word, and I know I should let him go, but I can’t help but poke the bear.

“Our new little sister has teeth, Brother.”

He leaves in a huff, slamming the door behind him, and honestly, it only makes my good mood better.

I paint the shower walls, yet I still leave the shower with a semi-hard cock. The memory of Zela, the look in her eyes when she stabbed that knife into my leg and the look she gave me when she stood at the window…

Fuck, fully hard, I guess.

I’m gonna have to invest in some lube, or I’m gonna rub myself raw with the thought of her.

The urge to go and find our sister is strong, but I know if I don’t go find Kol first, he’s going to be a nightmare, especially if Isaac already got to him.

I walk into the den, the one we used to play video games in when we were young, now use as a kind of meeting room. It’s boring now, just like most things.

Growing up sucks the fun out of life, or it can if you let it.

Look at my brothers; both of them are stiff and crabby. They need to fuck Zela. I bet that would help them loosen up.

Fuck that would help me.

I make it two steps in the room before Kol has the barrel of his gun pressed to my forehead, and my eyes flick to Isaac, where he stands near the fireplace.

Tattletale.

“She’s to be our new sister, not your plaything. I told you.” He emphasizes the last few words by pressing the gun harder into my head.

“Stay away from her, Jace. That’s what the fuck I told you, isn’t it?” he growls, and he sounds so much like Father like this; he looks like him, too.

“I didn’t hurt her.” I roll my eyes at his tantrum.