Home Alone With My Stepbrother

Chapter 2 Morning light filtered through the curtains but Lila barely noticed. She had barely slept. Every time she closed her eyes she felt Damons fingers between her legs. Heard his low voice promising things that made her ache. She dragged herself out of bed and into the shower hoping hot water would wash away the shame and the need. Steam filled the bathroom as she stood under the spray letting it cascade over her full breasts and down her soft curves. Her hand trailed lower almost on its own. The bathroom door opened. Lila yelped and spun around. Damon stood there in nothing but a towel slung low around his hips. His eyes raked over her naked body with raw hunger. Water droplets clung to her dark skin making her glow. “Damon what the hell,” she hissed grabbing for the shower curtain. He stepped inside and closed the glass door behind him. The space suddenly felt tiny. His broad shoulders blocked most of the light. “Heard the water running. Thought you might need help

Chapter 4 I stood at the window watching Mom and Dad drive away until their car disappeared down the long driveway. My stomach twisted with a confusing mix of relief and dread. A whole week alone in this house with Damon. After what we did last night my body still felt him everywhere. The soreness between my legs. The way my skin remembered his hands. I should have felt guilty. Instead I felt hungry for more. Damon’s voice broke the silence behind me. “Party tonight. House is ours. Time to have some real fun.” I spun around crossing my arms tight over my chest. “A party? They just left Damon. Are you kidding me?” He leaned against the doorframe with that infuriating smirk. His eyes dragged over my body slow and deliberate. “What’s wrong princess? Scared you won’t be able to keep your hands off me with people around?” Heat rushed to my face. I hated him. I hated how right he was. “You are unbelievable. This is exactly why we should not have done what we did last night.” He

Stepbrother’s Forbidden ClaimChapter 6I woke up tangled in the sheets with sunlight cutting across my bare legs. My body felt used in the best way. Every muscle still carried the memory of last night — the party, the jealousy, Damon’s hands pinning me, his mouth on mine like he wanted to punish me for existing. The promise he left hanging in the air still echoed in my head. This isn’t over, princess. Not even close.I forced myself out of bed and into the shower. The hot water streamed over my skin but did nothing to wash away the thoughts of him. My hand drifted between my thighs almost without permission. I thought of Damon — his thick cock stretching me, the way he growled when he came. I stopped myself before I finished, breathing hard against the tile. I was already addicted and I hated it.I threw on a thin white tank top and tiny sleep shorts that barely covered anything and padded downstairs barefoot. The house was quiet except for the low sound of coffee brewing in the kitc

Chapter 8The house had gone quiet by the time Tyler’s hands started moving under my tank top. Sophia’s laughter had faded hours ago. Damon’s door had closed. The only sound left was the soft hum of the air conditioner and Tyler’s breathing against my neck.I kissed him harder than I needed to. I wanted to feel something clean. Something that didn’t come with rivalry and hatred and the constant ache Damon left under my skin. Tyler was gentle. His hands were careful when they cupped my breasts. His mouth was soft when it found my nipple through the thin fabric. Everything about him was the opposite of Damon, and for a few minutes I almost convinced myself that was enough.“You sure?” he whispered as I pulled his shirt over his head.“I’m sure.”I pushed him onto his back and straddled him. My sleep shorts were already gone. I could feel how hard he was through his boxers. I ground down against him slowly, watching his face, trying to lose myself in the way his eyes softened when he loo

Stepbrother’s Forbidden ClaimChapter 10I couldn’t sleep.Tyler’s arm was heavy across my waist. His breathing was slow and even against the back of my neck. Every time I closed my eyes I saw Damon standing in the doorway, fists clenched, eyes burning while I moved on top of someone else. The memory made my skin feel too tight. My body refused to settle.Around three in the morning I carefully lifted Tyler’s arm and slipped out of bed. He didn’t wake. I pulled on a hoodie over my tank top and shorts and left the room as quietly as I could.The hallway was dark. Damon’s door was shut. I told myself I was only going downstairs for water. I told myself I would go straight back to bed. I almost believed it until I reached the kitchen and found him already there.He was leaning against the island in the dark, arms crossed, like he had been waiting. The only light came from the soft glow under the cabinets. His eyes found mine the second I stepped into the room.“Couldn’t stay in bed with