On Thin Ice: A Forbidden Step Siblings Affair のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 51 - チャプター 60

Grayson.I've read the headline three times now, but I still can't figure out why the fuck it's buried in my father's corporate documents. It doesn't help that half the article is torn off, leaving me with more questions than answers.I pull out my phone, typing the headline into the search bar. The number of similar stories that pop up makes my stomach churn with disgust. Jesus Christ, what is wrong with people?I keep scrolling until I finally find one with the exact same header. Some anonymous forum site with snippets of the actual story. Girl, 14, sexually assaulted by father's best friend...My blood runs cold. Fourteen. Just a fucking kid.The victim is only identified as "S" to protect her identity. Smart move, though judging by the comments section below, it didn't matter much."She was probably asking for it.""What was she wearing?""Girls these days lie about everything for attention.""She's a murderer.""What the actual fuck," I mutter, scrolling through comment after com

Chapter 51Raelynn.For a moment, Gray just stares at me, his eyes locked on mine, his chest rising and falling like he's barely holding himself together. Our breaths mingle in the thick silence, and just when I think he's going to kiss me…His head dips, and instead of my lips, his mouth finds my neck.The contact is sudden, warm, wet. I gasp as his lips graze the column of my throat, his tongue trailing up before his teeth sink in, sharp enough to make me gasp. His hands grip the counter's edge so hard his knuckles go white, veins bulging from the strain. He's holding himself back. Barely.I tilt my head instinctively, giving him access, and my fingers bury themselves in his hair. The room spins, and I think I might actually lose my mind from wanting him.The dampness between my thighs is embarrassing, my panties clinging to me like I've been thinking about him for hours instead of minutes. But God, I have been thinking about him. Maybe not consciously, but my body knows. My body has

Raelynn.I fell asleep with strong arms wrapped around me, a tender warmth embracing me like a cocoon. I thought I'd wake up to that same feeling, but instead I wake to nothing.The space beside me empty and cold.I spring up in a panic and instantly regret it, the ache between my thighs causing me to wince. My body feels sore, yet I can't stop the smile that tugs at my lips.I can't say how other people usually feel when they wake up the morning after losing their virginity, but for me... the idea of finally being able to let go of something I've held onto for so long fills me with a strange sense of relief.I've guarded it for so long because of what happened three years ago. The idea of someone touching me again didn't seem appealing—didn't seem possible.That was until last night.Until Gray.I manage to sit up properly, and that's when I realize I'm no longer bare but wearing a t-shirt way too big to be mine. He must have slipped it on while I slept. The thoughtfulness causes heat

My brows furrow in confusion as Jace steps closer, his face a mix of surprise and something that looks almost... pleased? What's more surprising is the fact that he's not alone and has an entourage of people behind him wearing Silver High jackets.So that's what they were looking at."Hey," I offer a small smile, suddenly feeling awkward under the weight of all these stares. Jace was pretty chill the last time I met him, but I still know practically nothing about him. Plus he conveniently forgot to mention the whole SilverHigh/KAQ war thing, whatever that's about anyway."I thought I was dreaming for a sec," he smirks in that flirty way that reminds me of Grayson when he's being particularly insufferable.Ugh, stop thinking about him already."Since I've been seeing you a lot in my dreams."My face twists like I'm physically pained, which causes him to chuckle. "Do NOT say stuff like that." My voice is firm though my lips betray me by twitching into a smile.He raises his hands up in m

GraysonI've been standing in this fucking courtyard for what feels like hours, the sun bleeding orange across the sky while I stare up at her window like some kind of deranged stalker. My feet are rooted to this spot even though every rational part of my brain is screaming at me to walk away.Sloane's been talking the entire time—something about her summer in Europe, about the museums in Paris, about how much she's missed us. I've been giving her just enough attention to seem polite, throwing in the occasional "mmm" or "that's cool," but my focus keeps drifting like a magnet to that second-floor window.Where Norman is sitting on Rae's bed like he fucking belongs there.Why does she let him so close? A guy shouldn't even be in her room in the first place, especially not him. Not when he's looking at her like... like she's something precious. Something worth protecting.The thought makes my jaw clench so hard I'm surprised my teeth don't crack."Gray, are you even listening to me?" Sl