On Thin Ice: A Forbidden Step Siblings Affair のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 31 - チャプター 40

Raelynn“To be honest, I didn’t expect you to pick me,” Jace says with a grin, one hand loose on the steering wheel like he owns the damn night.Maybe it’s petty. Maybe it’s stupid.But I don’t care.Grayson had the audacity to think he could say “Let’s go” and I’d follow like some mindless robot?Yeah, no. Screw that.I shrug. “You looked like you needed an ego boost.”He laughs, this weird cackling that sounds both forced and genuine, like it escaped without permission. It makes me smile, not because I want to, but because it’s... stupidly contagious.“Well then, I suppose I owe you all the thanks, Princess.”I glance at him. He looks happy, grinning like a dork, but there’s something... heavier. An aura that doesn't match his face.He catches my stare and smirks. “Stare all you want. It’s normal to admire a pretty face after being stuck looking at a face like Grayson’s.”Grayson.My lips twitch, but not in amusement. He’s probably furious right now. Wouldn’t be surprised if he’s st

Raelynn.“Sunshine. Sunshine. Raelynn!”I suck in a gasp, jolting awake, eyes flying open. I blink rapidly, trying to clear the haze, disoriented by the unfamiliar voice so close…too close.Grayson’s face comes into view, half-shadowed by the dim morning light, eyes narrowed like he’s been calling me for a while.I sit up on instinct, but my breath hitches when I realize what I’m face-to-face with.He’s standing there, legs apart, arms folded, smug. His tee is rucked up slightly, revealing taut skin and the defined lines of his stomach. My eyes dip lower... and I freeze.Oh.Oh no.There’s a clear outline pressing against the front of his grey shorts. Thick. Long. Morning wood.My mouth goes dry. My thighs clench without permission. I stare. I shouldn’t stare. But my eyes won’t move.“Do you want to see it?”My head snaps up so fast I nearly break my neck. “Excuse me?!”He smirks like the devil himself, his eyes flicking lazily down then back up to my flaming face. “I mean... you were

Raelynn.I barely hear what my mom is saying.Her voice filters through the haze of my thoughts, but my eyes won’t move. Not from him.Grayson.He’s standing a few feet away, talking to his dad. His shoulders are stiff, arms crossed tight over his chest like armor. Edward’s voice is calm, almost soothing, but the way Grayson is staring at him, like he wants to explode, you’d think the man was screaming.But none of that matters. Not right now.My eyes trace the mess of Grayson's hair, like he's run his fingers through it too many times. His jaw's tight. His mouth set. He looks calm from a distance, composed, but I’d felt the storm in him minutes ago.His breath is still on my lips.My stomach twists. My heart skips like it’s still holding out hope that maybe—just maybe—we could’ve kissed.‘Fuck.’I cover my burning cheeks with both hands, humiliated.I wanted to kiss him. I wanted him.I’m upset mum had to come and interrupt the moment.“Raelynn?” my mom’s voice sharpens with concern.

Chapter Thirty-Seven.Raelynn.Neither of us moves. Even when the doorbell rings again, we just stand there, his hands still on my nipple his nails teasing it, the other hand gripping my waist.His gaze darkens with every reaction I give him.This is wrong on so many levels, I know that. But I don’t want him to pull away.God help me, I want him to ‘keep touching me’.He’s so close to me our breath mingling with each other, yet he doesn’t let me kiss him. it both frustrates and relieves me.I swallow thickly. My tongue darts out and runs along my bottom lip—*His groan cuts through the silence like a snapped thread.I freeze.So does he.But his hand? It moves lower.I gasp.His fingers slide under the waistband of my skirt, rough and warm, dragging against my bare skin like he’s branding me.“Raelynn?!”I push Grayson away from me as Yara’s voice rings in the air. she rings the doorbell over and over again her tone frustrated.I stumble past him, skirt still askew, shirt wrinkled and

Grayson.It’s already dark by the time I return. I slip into the house like a ghost, my footsteps silent on the floor, my mind still swirling with unanswered questions.Pablo reassured me he’d dig into her quickly, even though he’s skeptical because she’s my step sister, the term makes me shudder in disgust.My door clicks shut behind me, and I pull out my phone with hands that are steadier than they should be. The app loads instantly—three small squares of surveillance cameras that I installed weeks ago. I tell myself it's for her protection. That someone needs to watch over her since she clearly can't take care of herself.But that's bullshit, and I know it.The camera in her room flickers to life, and there she is. My breath catches despite myself. Rae sits on her bed, hands pressed to her head like the weight of the world is crushing down on her skull. Those fucking letters are scattered around her like fallen leaves, brown paper against her dark comforter.Yara must have left. Goo