I pushed open the door to Cane’s room, my heart hammering like a dirty little slut who’d been fantasizing about this moment for months. The birthday gift—a sleek black watch I’d spent way too much on—was clutched in my sweaty palm. No one else had bothered to wish him happy birthday. Not our parents, not his so-called friends. Just me, his pathetic, dripping stepsister who’d been wet for him since the day our parents married. I’d touched myself countless times imagining his bully hands pinning me down, his thick c**k stretching my tight holes until I screamed.
But nothing—nothing—could have prepared me for what I walked in on.
Cane was naked, his powerful, muscled body glistening with sweat as he pounded into another man from behind. The guy—Mark, I guessed—was bent over the edge of the
