On Thin Ice: A Forbidden Step Siblings Affair のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 101 - チャプター 110

Grayson.Fuck.So that's why Pablo hasn't given me a response after all this time. I should have realized this psychopath was behind it.My fists clench by my sides as I try to calm myself. Edward's watching me like a hawk, waiting for any slight reaction I'll give. I can't fall for it—not when Pablo's life is on the line.Damn it, think, Grayson. Think.I exhale deeply and pull out a chair, sitting down and crossing my arms. Edward's eyes narrow in confusion at my casual demeanor.I pick up his phone and fling it back at him. From reflex, he reaches out to catch it, but it lands on the floor instead with a satisfying crack."Oops."If looks could kill, I'd be six feet under from the daggers he's shooting at me with his eyes."Do you think I'm playing here?" he snarls."How am I supposed to know that?" I shrug nonchalantly, my mind working like crazy for solutions while I keep him distracted.His fist lands on the table with a loud bang that echoes through the office.Good. Get worked

Raelynn."Fuck," he breathes, and the word comes out like a prayer and a curse all at once. His jaw clenches, every muscle in his body coiled tight like he's waging war with himself. Then his control snaps completely, and his mouth crashes against mine.The kiss is everything—brutal, desperate and perfect. His lips move against mine like he's trying to memorize the taste of me, like he's been starving for this moment and I'm the only thing that can satisfy the ache. A moan escapes me, and he swallows the sound with a guttural grunt that vibrates through my chest. His hand fists in my hair, angling my head exactly where he wants it as his tongue sweeps into my mouth, claiming, tasting, completely devouring me.When he bites down on my bottom lip, I gasp against his mouth, the sharp sensation sending heat spiraling straight through me. He tugs gently before releasing it, his breathing ragged as his lips trail down to my throat. Every kiss burns, every scrape of his teeth against my puls

Grayson.She’s wrecked.Lying there, cheek pressed to the sheets, hair a tangled halo, thighs still trembling from the way I just fucked her senseless. And yet—hell—her pussy’s already wet again. I can see it glistening in the faint light, dripping down her thighs like her body hasn’t had enough, like she’s begging for more even though I just split her open and came so deep inside her she should be ruined.It makes me insane. Like a starving beast.“You just came,” I rasp, voice shredded, dragging my hand down her spine until she shivers. “But look at you—already soaked again. My greedy little Rae.”Her lashes flutter, a moan slipping from her swollen lips, and fuck, she’s perfect. The sight alone has me hard again, cock twitching like I didn’t just empty myself inside her minutes ago.I flip her onto her stomach, roughly, ignoring her weak protest. She gasps, face pressed to the sheets, ass in the air, and I can’t resist giving her a sharp smack. The sound echoes, and she moans into

Raelynn"Yara, wait!"My voice echoes down the empty hallway, but she doesn't even glance back. She just disappears around the corner, leaving me standing there like someone ripped the ground out from under my feet.Yara has never walked away from me. Not once in all these months. Not when she found out I got letters and paniced, not even when I was defensive with about them or when I had that panic attack in front of her.Something is terrifyingly wrong....The rest of the morning crawls by like torture. I sit through Mr. Peterson's calculus lecture without absorbing a single equation. In chemistry, I nearly singe my eyebrows off because I can't focus on the Bunsen burner. The whispered gossip about some drama floats around me, but it might as well be white noise.All I can think about is that look on Yara's face when she saw me—like I was something dangerous. Something to run from.The questions spiral through my mind on repeat: Did I do something? Say something? Is she hurt? Angry

GraysonThe guys are still talking in the background as I peel off my gear, but their voices fade into white noise. All I can think about is Rae and those three words she whispered in her sleep.‘I love you.’My heart races just thinking about it, the same way it did when she said it. They’ve been fucking with my head for hours."—and Coach said if we don't improve our power play stats—""What do you guys know about love?"The words are out before I can stop them, cutting through Brandon's rambling about hockey strategy.The locker room goes dead silent.Every conversation dies. Every head turns toward me like I just announced I'm quitting hockey to become a monk. Brandon's mouth literally hangs open. Isaac's eyes narrow into slits. The rest of them look like they’ve just seen a ghost."What?" I ask, suddenly self-conscious."Did you just..." Andrew's voice cracks. "Did Grayson Blackwell just ask about love?""Why are you all acting like I committed a felony?""Not a felony," Brandon