Kyler Jenner, the older twin brother of Kylie, has been noted as a model, a music producer, and a business man, helping his family navigate through the ups and downs. Throughout his career, he's been able to help the Kar-Jenner family with their com...
As the night wound down and people started to drift to their rooms, drinks in hand, Stass gave me a knowing look and smirked at me, playing the hairs on the nape of my neck.
STASS: "Ready to call it a night?" She asked, her voice low and inviting.
I looked around, finding a smirk on Kendall and Kourtney's faces, making me blush. I looked back at Stass and nodded, my throat suddenly dry.
The walk back to our room was quiet, the tension between us thick enough to cut with a knife. The second the door clicked shut behind us, Stass turned to me, her expression shifting into something wickedly seductive.
STASS: "Happy almost birthday." She murmured, stepping closer and sliding her hands up my chest.
I didn't get a chance to respond before her lips were on mine, her kiss stealing my breath and any coherent thought I might have had. She pushed me back until I hit the edge of the bed, her hands tugging at my shirt as she straddled my lap once again.
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KYLER: "Stass..." I tried to speak, but she silenced me with another kiss, her dominance sending a shiver down my spine.
This time, there was no teasing retreat, no playful smirk as she pulled away. This time, it felt like she was claiming me, pushing me to a place where I couldn't think, couldn't breathe, couldn't do anything but feel.
Her fingers deftly undid the buttons of my shirt, one by one, until it hung open, exposing my chest to the cool air of the room. She leaned back slightly, her eyes drinking me in, and the intensity of her gaze made my skin burn.
STASS: "You know..." She said softly, her voice dropping an octave as she traced her fingers along my collarbone. "You could've just told me you like being bossed around."
KYLER: I laughed nervously, my hands instinctively gripping her waist. "You're imagining things."
STASS: "Am I?" She teased, rolling her hips just enough to draw a gasp from me. Her lips quirked into a smirk as she leaned in, her breath warm against my neck. "You don't have to pretend, big Ky. I think it's hot."
KYLER: Her words sent a jolt through me, and I couldn't stop the way my hands tightened on her hips, pulling her closer. "You're relentless." I murmured, my voice barely above a whisper.
STASS: "And you love it." She shot back, her lip brushing against my ear.
I couldn't argue with that—not when she had me completely at her mercy. Her hands moved to the hem of my shirt, pulling it up and off, tossing it carelessly onto the floor. She sat back for a moment, her hands resting on my chest as she studied me with a mix of affection and hunger that left me dizzy.
STASS: "You're so easy to mess with." She said, her tone light but her eyes dark with intent.
KYLER: "Maybe I just let you." I shot back, trying to regain some control of the situation.
