Hot For Stepbrother

I hated him, but I made no move to stop him. I didn’t push him away. I didn’t scream at him to stop looking at me with those sinful brown eyes. I didn’t want him to stop. Maybe I was fucked up, but I wanted my stepbrother to finally give in after two years of torture.

How the hell could I want him to fuck me when all he had done was torture me these past two years? I scurried back to the headboard and pulled my knees to my chest. It was wrong, so damn wrong that I felt so pulled to him that I would allow myself to be with him like this again.

He was an asshole, a player, and worst of all, my damn stepbrother.

Seizing my waist, he slipped his fingers under my sweater, gazed between my legs, and smirked at my black silk panties that I definitely didn’t wear because I knew I’d be alone with Jace tonight.

“My stepsister is wet for me,” Jace said, voice low and husky.

I clenched as a wave of heat warmed my core. “Get off,” I whispered, lightly kicking my foot toward his chest in my weakest