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The silence in the penthouse was unnerving.It wasn’t just the size of the place, or the cool minimalism of Nolan’s style—it was the way it always seemed to hold its breath when he was home. Watching. Waiting. Like it knew something was always about to happen.I shifted on the leather couch, my phone pressed to my ear. “Yes, I understand. But if I can just get a one-month extension, I swear I’ll pay the balance—”The line clicked.Disconnected.I let out a long, shaky breath and dropped the phone into my lap. My chest tightened, and shame curled in my gut like poison. I had exhausted every option. Scholarships? Gone. Part-time gigs? Maxed out. And now, with just two days left before my college account was frozen, I had nothing but pride—and that was wearing thin.A glass clinked behind me.I froze.Nolan stood at the kitchen island in nothing but low-slung pajama pants and a glass of whiskey in his hand. He was barefoot. Shirtless. And unfortunately, beautiful in the most arrogant, un

I hadn’t been back in this house since I was sixteen.The moment I stepped inside the marble foyer, memories and tension clung to me like perfume—sweet, suffocating, and impossible to ignore. The chandeliers above still sparkled with cold elegance. The walls whispered money. Power. Danger.And lust.I shouldn’t be feeling that. Not here. Not now. But from the second I saw them again—Dominic and Leo—something inside me stirred, something dangerous.They weren’t boys anymore. They were men. And I was in trouble.“Look who finally crawled home.”Leo’s voice sliced through the silence like a match on gasoline. He leaned against the banister, arms crossed over his inked chest, his shirt half unbuttoned. Every inch of him screamed reckless and ruined.“Leo.” I tried to say it like a hello, but it came out breathy, wrong.His gaze dropped to my thighs, where my tight black skirt clung indecently. “Didn’t expect you to grow up like that, Princess.”My stomach fluttered—and not the innocent ki

The lakehouse was too quiet.Too far from town. Too hidden. Too dangerous.I stepped into the cabin with a duffel slung over my shoulder, already regretting every second of this trip. My dad had married their mom just six months ago, which made the seven men inside this place my stepbrothers. Not brothers by blood, but by law—and that only made it worse.They were older. Hotter. Hungrier.And they knew it.Jax looked up from the leather couch as I entered, dark eyes scanning me like I was prey. “You’re late,” he said, voice gravelly, low.“I had class,” I shot back, tossing my bag near the stairs. But even as I spoke, I could feel all of them watching.Ryder leaned against the wall in his leather jacket, smirking. “She’s got a mouth on her.”“I like her mouth,” Asher added, sipping whiskey, tongue dragging along the rim of the glass like he wanted to taste more than liquor.Micah gave me a shy wave from behind his sketchpad, cheeks flushed red. Sweet. Young. Innocent.Too bad I wasn’t

The moment I stepped into the house, I felt it—the heat, the silence, the electricity in the air that told me I wasn’t alone.My mom’s voice echoed down the hall, calling out that she and my stepdad were heading to the city for the weekend. “Cameron’s already here,” she said, almost too casually, like his name didn’t trigger every nerve in my body.Cameron.My stepbrother.The boy who used to tease me like it was a hobby.The man who stopped calling after our parents got married, who vanished after one too many glances held too long, after too many things unsaid.Now, two years later, I was back in this house—and he was somewhere inside it.I kicked off my sneakers and tried to breathe, ignoring the slow pulse between my thighs. I told myself it was nothing, just nerves. But I knew better.“Lena.”His voice. Deep. Rough. Familiar in the most dangerous way.I turned and there he was, leaning against the hallway arch like sin in sweatpants. Shirtless. Inked. Taller than I remembered. Hi

I wasn’t supposed to be here. Not in this house. Not living under the same roof as him.But college was over, I was broke, and my mom’s new marriage meant I now had a stepbrother I’d never met before—Jace.And from the moment I saw him, leaning against the kitchen counter in nothing but sweatpants, tattoos peeking from under his sleeveless tee, I knew I was fucked.Not in the innocent way.He looked up at me like he already knew every thought that flashed through my mind. The way my eyes dragged over his abs. The way my lips parted when he licked his thumb after eating a slice of apple. His gaze was cool. Unbothered. Dominant.That word… stuck in my throat like something unspoken but thick with weight.“Riley,” he said, low and deep. “Didn’t know you’d look like that.”“Like what?”His eyes dragged over me, slow and heated. “Like temptation.”I should’ve left the room. I should’ve shut it down. But I stood there, skin prickling, thighs pressed together. I felt exposed. Seen. And weird