All Chapters of On Thin Ice: A Forbidden Step Siblings Affair: Chapter 61 - Chapter 67

Grayson.I give her exactly one minute. A head start that's more mercy than she deserves after the stunt she pulled with Jace today. My heart thuds against my ribs like a caged animal as I pull out my phone, the screen lighting up with our locations, her blue dot moving through the hotel like prey that doesn't know it's already been caught.The distance between her dot and my red one isn't large. It never will be again.A smirk spreads across my lips as I watch her blue dot climb the stairs, and I follow like the predator I've always been when it comes to her. Every nerve in my body is pulled taut, warring between rational thought and the primal need clawing at my chest.Today has been shit from start to finish. The dream about Mom on the bus this morning. Jace's hands on Rae, his voice in her ear, making her laugh like I never could.The sensible thing would be to call it a night. Walk away. Let whatever this is between us burn itself out.But I can't get her out of my head. Can't st

Chapter Sixty-TwoGrayson.She gasps when I lift her effortlessly turning her around and bend her over the wide window ledge, palms flat on the glass, her bare chest pressed to the cool surface.Outside, although it’s night the streetlights are bright and the game is still going on people moving about.I step back to admire her.Fuck.She looks like a goddamn painting.Hair messy, skin flushed, back arched like a dream. Her legs tremble slightly, and her core glistens with everything we’ve done already. She's still dripping for me.I run my fingers up her thighs, parting them wider.“I want you to see what I do to you,” I mutter, positioning myself behind her, my tip brushing her folds. She whines, hips pressing back into me.I thrust in hard, and she cries out, the sound bouncing off the glass.My fingers dig into her hips. “You’re gonna take it, Sunshine,” I growl low into her ear, “every last inch of me.”She nods, barely able to form words, already trembling. Each stroke drags ano

Grayson.My knuckles are bleeding from how much I've hit the wall, but for some reason, I don't feel the pain in my hand. It's in my chest instead. Suffocating and relentless. Like something vital is being crushed with every breath.Running a hand through my hair, I head down the stairs, not sure where the hell my legs are taking me. The memory of her teary eyes won't leave me alone—they're burned behind my eyelids , haunting every blink. I hate it. I hate that it's my fault she looked like she was two seconds away from shattering completely.But that was the goal, right?I knew what I was saying. I knew exactly how cruel each word would sound, how deep they'd cut. I wanted to hurt her. I wanted her to believe the only thing she should feel for me was pure, unfiltered hate. And judging by the way she left—throwing my watch at me like it burned her skin, storming out like I'd driven a knife straight through her chest—I succeeded.So why the fuck do I feel like I've destroyed the only t