Semua Bab Stepbrother Wants Me: Bab 11 - Bab 20

Lily:The first thing I felt was heat. Not sunlight, not the nice kind of warmth you get after too much Malibu beach sun, but sticky, uncomfortable heat pressing against my skin.Then came the pounding. My head throbbed like someone had dropped a bass speaker inside my skull.I groaned, tried to roll over, but something heavy tugged at me. My eyes cracked open and I froze.This wasn’t my dorm bed. It wasn’t the Malibu guest room either.This was my room back at the beach house.And sitting in the corner, like some dark, brooding statue that refused to blink, was Mason.His hoodie was pulled over his head, elbows resting on his knees, fists hanging between them. He looked like he hadn’t moved all night. His eyes, though when they met mine they looked sharp, awake, almost feral.“You’re awake,” he said. His voice was low, rough, like gravel being dragged across the floor.I licked my lips, throat dry as sandpaper. “What… happened?”Mason stood. In two strides he was at my side, crouchin

Mason:Sleep refused to come. The ocean outside whispered against the rocks, steady and endless, but my mind would not quiet. I lay in bed staring at the ceiling fan turning in slow, uneven circles. Every time I closed my eyes I saw her. Lily. A week was all it had been, and already she lived inside me like she had always been there.It made no sense. Nothing about this made sense.I tried to push her out of my head and let my thoughts drift somewhere safer, somewhere familiar, and they landed on my father. The man who shaped me, the man who ruined me. For most of my life he was stone. Cold, unyielding, sharp in every word he spoke. He believed emotions were weakness, that softness broke a man. I grew up under that philosophy, learning to keep my voice steady, my face blank, my desires buried where no one could find them.I became good at it. Too good.My earliest memories of him are filled with silence and order. I remember mornings at the dining table where he read the paper while

Lily:Promises mean nothing when he’s everywhere.The house was quiet that afternoon, sunlight slanting through the tall windows, dust floating in the air like tiny sparks. I sat cross-legged on the old rug, scrolling through my phone, pretending to look busy. Mason was stretched out on the couch, one arm behind his head, the other lazily flipping through a book he wasn’t even reading.I could feel his eyes on me long before I looked up.“What?” I asked, not lifting my gaze from the screen.“You sigh a lot,” he said, his voice deep and amused.“I do not,” I shot back instantly.“Yes, you do. You’ve sighed at least ten times in the last half hour.”I rolled my eyes. “Maybe you’re just boring.”He chuckled under his breath. “That’s cute.”I hated how that sound made my stomach flip. The way his laugh seemed to fill the room, low and warm. I needed to redirect before I melted into a puddle right in front of him.So I did the one thing I knew would get a reaction.Without warning, I reach

Lily:For the next few days, I couldn’t stop thinking about what almost happened.Every time I closed my eyes, I was back on that yacht. Chad’s weight pressing down on me. His breath against my cheek. The panic clawing up my throat.And then Mason.Always Mason.The way he’d burst into that room like a storm, the fury in his voice when he ripped Chad off me, the way he held me afterward steady, protective, like I wasn’t dirty, like I wasn’t broken.I owed him everything.I hated myself for missing the signs. Chad had been flirty, yes, but I thought he was harmless. I thought I was being careful. I thought I could handle myself. Turns out I was wrong.Mason hadn’t said much about it since that night. He didn’t scold me or hold it over my head. He just… stayed close. Quietly. Protectively. Always there.At first, it made me uncomfortable the constant awareness of him, the silence that seemed to carry more weight than words. But then… I realized I liked having him around. Maybe more tha

Mason: I lay there, chest rising and falling, every muscle loose and heavy in a way I hadn’t felt in years. Holy shit. I’d just had the wildest sex of my life and it was with my… step-sister. Even thinking the word made my brain stutter. I should’ve felt guilt clawing at me, shame twisting my insides. And maybe, deep down, I’d deal with that later. But right now? I couldn’t bring myself to regret a damn thing. I turned my head, and there she was. Lily. Her hair was a wild, tangled halo around her face, her lips swollen and pink from all the kissing, her cheeks still flushed with the afterglow of everything we’d just done. She looked wrecked in the most perfect way like a goddess who had no idea how powerful she was. And she was mine. At least right now, she was mine. I reached out, brushing a stray lock of hair off her cheek, and pressed closer, wrapping an arm around her waist. Her skin was soft and warm under my palm, and I buried my face against her neck, brea