MY STEPBROTHER'S DIRTY PET

NORAHe wouldn’t stop eye-fucking me. I didn’t mind either.The one good thing about this rotten, boring-to-the-core fancy work party my mom dragged me into was the breathtaking, sexy-as-fuck guy standing a few tables away. He’d stolen idle glances in my direction, passed quite a few winks, and dare I say—I wanted more.Then a girl slid up beside him. Tall. Blonde. Laughing too loud.He leaned down, murmured something in her ear. She giggled instantly. His hand settled at her waist like it belonged there. Comfortable. Easy. I rolled my eyes. Of course. Another pretty asshole who flirted with anything that smiled back. So much for interesting.My eighteenth birthday had passed six months ago, and I was fucking tired of being this stuck-up virgin. Ella said sex was great, wild, fun. And I wasn’t Ella, my best friend—sharp-witted, fearless—but I wanted to live too.So when he set down his wine glass and stalked over to me, I didn’t flinch. I kept my head straight eyes locked on him while

NORA'S POVMy eyes remained glued to the clock as I waited for my parents’ arrival. It had been an entire week since the chaos between Zane and me. He’d barely been home, and honestly? I enjoyed the solitude. Except—I never recalled agreeing to any peace treaty between us.The door shuffled open right on time as Zane walked in. A disgusted frown was sprawled across his face as he sank into the couch, far away from mine."What did you do this time, SinDoll?" he asked with a smirk, grinning from ear to ear. I feigned ignorance. He was in for it—he just didn’t know it yet."I’m waiting on our parents. They’re back from their honeymoon, and here I was thinking you passed out drunk in a bin or something," I responded, ignoring the dramatic eye roll he threw at the end of my words.The loud honking of a car pulling into the driveway cut off any other smart remark I had. I tried holding in my laughter. This wasn’t how it was meant to end, but I'd rather have Zane corrected once and for all.

NORAWhoever this man was, I had a feeling we’d end up right. He hadn’t been perverted, he held his words simple, asked petty questions, and showed up for the day, which was why I’d gotten my pay without doing much and was heading out of the strip house, hoodie crowding over my head, my backpack slung over my shoulders while I hailed a cab.As a usual routine, the first thing I’d done was log in to my feed, desperate to check my biker… man… yes. I’d been talking to him for years now, and for some reason, he wasn’t active. Hadn’t posted. He’d become my daily dose of high, but he seemed to hardly post, and his recent win had been posted by his manager, nothing from him personally. My phone buzzed, a message drifting onto my screen as it popped up.“Missed me? Sindoll.”My heart raced. A shockwave coursed through me as I let out a loud yelp, alarming the driver who pumped the brakes immediately.“Are you alright, miss?” the driver asked.I swallowed harshly, dropping my head in a curt no

.ZANE.I knitted the ends of the mask in place, a slow smirk straddling my lips. The voice modulator had been set into the mask as well, keeping my voice firm and altered. I’d taken cautious, slow steps, one foot after another, then finally pushed open the door.My breath caught for a moment. My heart stilled. Time stopped.Nora—well, fuck. Nikita was standing, dressed in fishnets and nothing but little star-shaped tapes on her nipples. She had chains glistening on her waist, her hair packed up tight and the end knitted into a pig tail. She looked… terrific.Absolute. Hot. Fuck.My cock twitched in response, the fucking backstabber, forgetting she was the entire reason I’d been shipped away.“Silas?” she asked, her voice cracking. She sounded anxious. Excited?I shook slowly, calling myself back to reality. I let my eyes drag from her hair down to her feet and back to her face. Why did the bitch look so different? So appealing?“Hello, Nikita,” I greeted coldly, letting myself walk t

NORAS POVI jumped straight out of bed hearing a car pull into the driveway, poking my head through the window. I could see it was Mum and Richard getting back from their trip. Instantly, I felt myself at ease. I’d expected them to return last night. There had been a holdup, and I’d stayed holed up in my room studying for my test tomorrow.Knowing they were back provided a false sense of comfort I shouldn’t have had. I hated how I hadn’t heard a single thing from Zane. I didn’t know what he was up to. He’d been stone cold quiet ever since Ella had come and gone. I hated being caught unaware. The bastard was up to something. I just couldn’t prove it.“Nora? Zane?” My mum’s voice echoed through the house, drawing me out of my thoughts. Staggering forward, I bolted toward the living room, excited for my parents’ return. And definitely not because I was trying to catch a glimpse of him. Zane.“Richard. Mother. Welcome home,” I greeted, pulling them both into a warm, short embrace. Their