"I knew he was trouble the moment I walked into our shared house. The way his hands gripped my waist when no one was looking, the way his voice dipped when he said my name, it wasn’t just wrong, it was dangerous. He wasn’t just my stepbrother, he was my undoing." **** All Evie Hayes wanted was to finish her college degree in peace, far from the chaos of her past. But when she moves into her stepfather’s house near Ravencrest University, she finds herself stuck with Ryder Kingsley, her stepbrother and the school’s golden boy. Ryder is everything she’s sworn to avoid, arrogant, infuriatingly handsome, and completely off-limits. When late-night arguments turn into stolen touches, their forbidden connection becomes impossible to ignore. But in a world where secrets don’t stay hidden, someone’s bound to uncover the truth. And when they do, Ryder and Evie will have to decide if the risk is worth the ruin.
View MoreI had no idea who I was kissing.
I mean, who would care on a high school graduation night? And best of all, on my nineteenth birthday. It was the perfect night to have such great, forbidden sex. My lips crushed against his, hungry and reckless, tasting the tang of whiskey lingering on his tongue. His hands, large and calloused, gripped my waist through thee thin, light fabric of the sundress I had worn, a soft yellow thing with spaghetti straps that clung to me in all the right places. Beneath it, my nipples were stiff peaks pressing against the flimsy lace of my bra, a fact that hadn’t escaped his attention when his hands slid lower, teasing the curve of my hips. The small house party was just background noise, laughter, music, the clink of glasses, but the only thing I could focus on was him. He smelled like aftershave and sweat, intoxicating in the way danger always is. When his lips left mine and found the curve of my neck, a shaky moan slipped from me before I could stop it. My hands tangled in his short-cropped hair, pulling him closer, urging him on. His teeth scraped against my skin, and it sent jolts of heat straight to my pussy. "God," I whispered, breath hitching as he moved to my ear, his lips brushing over the sensitive tip. His breath was warm and heavy his tongue darting out to taste me there. His hands weren’t idle, they trailed down my back fingers slipping lower cupping My breasts firmly through the thin material of my dress. My body reacted to him without hesitation, heat pooled in my core, spreading outward in waves that made my knees weak. I could already feel the slick dampness spreading in my panties, the fabric sticking to my swollen pussy. “Upstairs,” he murmured against my ear, his voice low and rough. I bit my lips, I couldn't see his face properly, but his voice, oh fuck. I didn’t hesitate. Grabbing his hand, I led him through the house, walking past drunk classmates and discarded beer bottles until we reached a dimly lit hallway. The first door I opened led to a small bedroom, its bed unmade, smelling faintly of old cologne. I stepped inside, tugging him in after me, and as soon as the door clicked shut behind us, his hands were back on me, possessive and urgent. He spun me around, pressing my back against the door as his mouth claimed mine again. This time, there was no pretense, no caution, just raw need. His tongue pushed past my lips, tangling with mine as he kissed me like he wanted to devour me whole. His dick was pushing hard against his jeans, pressing on me. Fuck. My chest pressed against his, and I could feel the hard planes of his muscles through his shirt. I gasped when his hands slipped under the hem of my dress, sliding up my thighs. My panties were soaked, clinging to me in a way that made me ache for more. He found the edge of the lace, tugging it down just enough to slip his fingers between my folds. “You’re so wet,” he growled against my mouth. “Don’t stop,” I breathed, my hips rolling instinctively against his hand, seeking more of the relentless pressure that was driving me insane. His fingers plunged into me, slick and unforgiving, pounding in and out with a rhythm that made loud wet slurping noises in the quiet room. Each thrust made my lower belly flip with pleasure. “Fuck,” I whimpered, my nails digging into his shoulders as he pinned me to the door, his other hand tugging down the straps of my sundress with practiced ease. In seconds, the flimsy fabric pooled around my waist, and my bra was unclasped with a quick flick of his fingers. Before I could process the cool air against my bare skin, his lips found my nipple, latching onto the sensitive peak and sucking hard. “Oh, fuck,” I cried out, my back arching, pressing myself into his mouth as his teeth grazed the stiff bud. His tongue flicked over the tip, teasing, relentless, as his fingers inside me curled just right, hitting a spot that made my hips shake uncontrollably. “So fucking good,” I gasped, my breaths coming in ragged bursts as I felt the heat in my core building to a breaking point. I was so close, teetering on the edge of orgasm, my pussy clenching against his fingers… Then he stopped. The sudden emptiness left me trembling and desperate, a frustrated whimper leaving my lips as he pulled back. “No,” I protested, grabbing at his arm. “Please, I was so close.” He smirked, his eyes dark and wicked as he licked his fingers clean. “Not yet,” he said firmly. I groaned, my head falling back against the door. “Fine,” I muttered, biting my lip. “I’ll suck your dick, and you’ll make me cum.” His eyebrows raised in approval, and he stepped back, his hands going to his belt. I watched, mesmerized, as he freed himself from his jeans, his cock springing out thick and heavy, already glistening with precum. “Holy shit,” I breathed, my eyes wide as I took him in. He was massive, long, veined, and thick enough that my fingers wouldn’t be able to fully wrap around him. “Don’t worry,” he said, his tone softening slightly as he stroked himself slowly, the motion mesmerizing. “Take your time. I’ll show you how.” I dropped to my knees, my heart racing as I wrapped a tentative hand around the base of his cock. He guided me gently, his fingers threading through my hair as I leaned forward, letting my tongue flick over the tip. He groaned low in his throat, the sound spurring me on. “That’s it,” he murmured, his voice rough with restraint. “Nice and slow. Just like that.” Encouraged, I opened my mouth, taking him in as far as I could, though he was too thick for me to take all at once. My lips stretched around him, my tongue pressing against the underside as I began to move, bobbing my head in a rhythm that grew more confident with each stroke. His hips jerked slightly, and I could feel the heat of him, the way he pulsed against my tongue. “Good girl,” he rasped, his hand tightening in my hair as I hollowed my cheeks, taking him deeper. I licked his tip, down to his balls, that made him moan deeply, his body shivered and I knew I was doing it right. He didn't waste time to pull me up, his lips captured mine in a bruising kiss, his hands making quick work of the rest of my clothes. My sundress and panties joined the pile on the floor, and he stepped back, stripping off his shirt to reveal a body that looked like it was carved from stone. His chest and abs were defined, his skin taut over hard muscle, and in the dim light, every line and shadow was accentuated. He lifted me effortlessly, placing me naked on the bed, his gaze raking over me like I was the most delicious thing he’d ever seen. My skin prickled under his eyes, my thighs trembling with anticipation as he leaned down, his mouth brushing against my ear. “Now,” he said, his voice dark and raspy with desirr “I’m going to make you beg for it again.”She looked down at her shaking hands, her breath quickening again. Her entire body was trembling.“Tonight, they came to me,” she whispered, her voice breaking. “They were angry—so angry—about the leaks. They said someone had to pay. That we had to make a statement, or we’d all go down.”“Elara,” I said slowly, a cold dread pooling in my stomach. “What did they ask you to do?”Her eyes lifted, wide and desperate, tears streaming freely now. “They said... they said I had to get rid of you. Permanently. They gave me a syringe. Some drug they got from Cohen’s father. Said it would look like an overdose. It would’ve been easy, Evie. Just a few minutes, and everything would’ve been over.”I took a step back instinctively, my heart hammering in my chest. My throat went dry, my pulse roaring in my ears. “You—came here—to kill me?”“No!” she cried desperately, dropping to her knees on the porch. Her voice rose, panicked and broken. “I can't do it! Evie, I can’t—I won’t!”I stared at her, my c
I stared at her for a second, my chest tightening. My mum wasn’t the type to break down. She was the type to hold everything together until it burst, like an overstretched rubber band. And right now, the rubber band had definitely snapped.“Sorry for what?” I whispered, afraid of what she'd say next.She didn’t speak immediately, just stared straight ahead, her knuckles white as she gripped the steering wheel. Her breathing hitched, and I could see her gathering strength—preparing to tell me the ugly truth she'd tried so hard to avoid.“For everything,” she finally said, her voice low and raw. “For pretending this wasn’t happening. For not seeing how serious it was. I’m glad Riley is finally getting what she deserves. God, Evie, I’m so glad that girl might finally get justice.”I swallowed, my throat tightening. “But?”She sighed shakily, a fresh tear rolling down her face. “But I hate that I sat there silent when Alexander threatened Ryder. The way he spoke to his own son, Evie—it ma
I didn’t even breathe.Not when he said it.Not when my mother went still as stone, staring at him like she hadn’t just heard the most gutting thing a man could say to the woman he claimed to love.But I felt Ryder’s eyes shift to me. And then to her.And then… his voice broke through.“You know that’s not fair for Lorelei,” he said, voice low, rough with the effort to keep it calm. “You’re angry and saying shit that’ll hurt you more than it’ll hurt her. You always do this.”His jaw clenched, but his eyes weren’t on me anymore. They were on my mother.“Lorelei,” he said again, quieter now. “Don’t.”She didn’t answer.Her hand went to her mouth first. And then… she cried.I hadn’t seen my mother cry in years. Not when my dad left. Not when she thought I was expelled. Not even when we buried Grandma. But now, in this moment — it was like the woman cracked open. She tried to hold her breath, tried to push the tears down, but they spilled over anyway.“You want me to choose?” she whispere
My leg won't stop shaking under the mahogany table. The leather chair feels like ice against my back, and every breath tastes like fear and expensive cologne. Ryder's staring at me from across the conference room, one eyebrow cocked in that way that usually makes my stomach flutter. But I can't look at him. Not now. Not when I know what's coming.I force my gaze to the floor-to-ceiling windows instead, watching the storm clouds gather over the Caldwell estate grounds.Alexander stands at the head of the table like a king addressing his court, his silver hair perfectly styled even in his rage. The news alert still glows on the tv screen. Apart from the issue from the video, another news story popped up. Serena Holden Announces Engagement to Victor Lancaster. A hotel heiress marrying a mogul. Alexander’s ex wife marrying his rival. Funny, but I couldn't laugh just clasped my fingers together. "Twenty years," he mutters, pacing behind his chair. "Twenty fucking years I kept that woma
I didn't regret it. I do not regret it. No me arrepiento.I have said I do not regret it a million times in different languages, to the point that now I have to speak Spanish. I felt a little bit bad because Caldwell's shares dropped drastically. I don't feel bad for Alexander. No. I feel bad for Ryder and the bullshit he would have to take from Alexander. They probably suspected me, which means Sienna and Cohen would probably be on my neck soon. Would I die? Do I need bodyguards? How is this meeting going to go?I was so anxious that I had bitten all my fingers, and I normally don't eat my fingers, but now I can't resist because of my anxiety. The car ride had been quiet. Too quiet. All I heard was the honking, my mum's breaths, and mine.My legs were shaking as I stared out of the car. I have finished biting my fingers, now I am chewing my lower lip. Oh, lord, help me. The ride continued until we stepped inside the Caldwell estate. Then my mother snapped."Do you have any id
Sienna did not expect to see her face plastered all over the internet the next morning. As a social media influencer, she was used to attention—welcomed it even. But not this kind. Not screenshots of her laughing in the background while a girl screamed. Not blurry clips of her holding a syringe. Not headlines calling her a murderer.The video was everywhere. And with it came the storm of hate comments. “You monster.”“Rot in prison.”“Justice for Liliana.”“You’ll pay for this.”“We know what you did.”“Hope you get jumped in jail.”Some weren’t even that subtle:“Die, bitch.”“Watch your back. Real justice is coming.”“I know where you live.”Her hands trembled as she scrolled, scrolling past one death threat after another. Her comment section wasn’t just on fire—it was a funeral pyre. And she was the body.She tried to call Cohen. He didn’t answer.She tried again. No response.She cursed under her breath and yanked her phone away from her ear, staring at the screen like it betray
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