My Stepbrother's Lust

NINA'S POV

“Yes! Fuck me harder!”

I had my whole day planned out. Graduation, after-party with my fiancé.

I never imagined I would walk in on my fiancé—the man I pledged my life to—deep inside another woman. On my graduation night.

I've heard stories about cheating men. About the pain they cause. I never imagined my Jason would do it to me.

And how creative he got with it.

My feet stay rooted to the ground, ears filling with the raucous moaning and grunting behind the bedroom door.

My chest tightens, bleeding into my ribcage. Black, dark and ugly. My fingers tremble on the doorknob.

Move, Nina.

I twist the knob and walk into my nightmare.

A red haired woman lies there, mouth hung open in raw pleasure while my fiancé thrusts into her.

I blink hazily, wishing that's the only thing happening. It's not. He's got another man on top of him, pounding into his…ass.

Oh god…

He's like a human sandwich, moaning into the woman's ear as his ass lifts to receive the man's deep thrusts.

The pungent smell of sex fills my nostrils. In the corner, someone hunches over a camera, red hair spilling over her shoulders.

My stomach sinks. She turns, and I break.

Harper. My best friend.

My head swells.

She bolts from her seat, the sudden movement breaking through the haze.

Jason looks up, and freezes, eyes wide.

“Nina…” the man behind him thrusts deeper, brutally unaware of my presence. Or maybe he knows and just doesn't care.

A gruff moan escapes him before he pulls free from the man. I shut my eyes.

I'm dreaming. It's a fucking joke.

“I can explain!” His voice cracks. “We—”

“We needed the money…it's for your wedding!” Harper squawks, clasping her hands in front of her.

I don't spare her a glance. My eyes stay on Jason, ears ringing.

The bastard is still hard.

“Harper's right.” He scrambles for his clothes. “I got broke and —”

“Are you fucking serious?” Something bitter settles in my chest.

“Jason, time out. Keep your bitch in check and let's get back to it.” The naked man pulls the wet sheets over his torso.

My fists clench. Those are my fucking sheets.

Jason hobbles into his jeans.

“Baby, if you would just listen to me —”

“This is why you skipped my graduation?” My voice shakes.

He shakes his head.

“Baby…”

I turn to Harper. The bitch is crying. She filmed my fiancé cheating and she's fucking crying?

Pathetic bitch.

“You're dead to me.” I say, voice sharp.

“Both of you.”

“Good riddance. Can we roll again? I'm flaccid.” The naked man sighs. The redhead chuckles, and I feel myself crumbling, dying.

I whirl around, vision blurring.

“Nina…please wait!” Harper calls, but I'm stumbling downstairs and out the door.

The night air slaps my face, mocking me.

This is what I get for believing in love again. For trusting yet another friend.

I slam my car door shut, suffocating on the