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Chapter twenty one—shower.★Maliya's pov★I stepped into the shower first, the hot water hitting my skin like a warm hug after the movie. Steam filled the bathroom quick, clouding the mirror and making everything feel hidden and private. Micaiah followed right behind me, his body brushing mine as he closed the glass door. The spray soaked us both, water running down his chest and abs, making his muscles glisten. I could not look away from him, my stepbrother, so tall and strong, with that dark look in his eyes that always made my stomach flip.He grabbed the soap bar, lathering it between his hands until bubbles formed. "Turn around," he said, his voice low over the sound of the water. I did, facing the tiled wall, my hands pressing against the cool surface for balance. His soapy hands started on my shoulders, sliding down my back slow, teasing. The slickness made every touch feel electric, and I bit my lip to hold back a moan."You've been such a needy girl today," he whispered, his

Chapter Twenty Three— sore★Maliya's POV★Sunday morning arrived with a vengeance.Every muscle in my body ached. My thighs. My hips. Places I didn't even know could be sore. Micaiah's 'punishments' had been thorough, relentless, and devastatingly effective.I could still feel his hands on me. His mouth. The way he'd made me beg.Heat flooded my face at the memory.I grabbed my phone from the nightstand, wincing at the movement. Noon. I'd slept until noon.My stomach growled, loud and insistent. When was the last time I'd eaten? Yesterday morning? The night before?I pulled up the pizza delivery app and ordered enough food for three people. Then I dragged myself to the bathroom.The shower was a special kind of torture. Hot water stinging all the places Micaiah had marked, turning my skin pink. I could see the evidence of last night everywhere—bruises on my hips where his fingers had gripped too hard, a bite mark on my shoulder, the general look of someone who'd been thoroughly, compl

Chapter Twenty-Five— mine!★Maliya's POV★Monday morning arrived too soon.I stood in front of my closet, staring at the rows of clothes without really seeing them. My body still ached in places that made me blush just thinking about. The weekend had been—I couldn't even find words for what the weekend had been.Intense. Consuming. The kind of thing that left marks you couldn't see but felt everywhere.I pulled on jeans and a sweater, moving slowly. Everything felt muted this morning. Colors less vibrant. Sounds dulled at the edges. Like I was walking through the world wrapped in cotton.Maybe I was just tired. Or maybe spending forty-eight hours tangled up with Micaiah had rewired something in my brain that I couldn't quite put back together.Downstairs, he was already in the kitchen with coffee and toast, looking unfairly put-together in dark jeans and a grey button-down."Morning," he said, his eyes tracking over me. "You okay?""Fine.""You don't look fine.""I'm just tired."He

Chapter twenty seven— forbidden fruit ☆Micaiah's POV☆Her lips crashed into mine like a fucking storm, hungry and desperate, tasting of forbidden fruit I'd craved for years. Maliya's kiss wasn't sweet—it was raw, her tongue invading my mouth, swirling with mine in a wet, sloppy dance that made my cock twitch hard against my jeans. The kitchen became our battlefield: the cold marble counter dug into my ass, the fridge hummed like it mocked our restraint, shadows from the dim light played over her curves like they begged to be devoured. But fuck the world—it was just her, pressed tight against me, her tits heaving with each breath, nipples already peaking through that thin shirt like little invitations.I broke the kiss, gasping, my hands gripping her hips hard enough to bruise. "Maliya," I growled, voice thick with lust that had been pent up too damn long. "You have no idea how many nights I've jerked off thinking about this—fucking you senseless, making you scream my name." Her eyes

Chapter Twenty-Eight— missing him.★Maliya's POV★"I won't be on campus today."Micaiah's voice pulled me from my half-asleep state as we sat in his car at the usual drop-off spot. I blinked at him, trying to process the words."What?""Business. I have to handle some things off campus." He glanced at me, his hand resting on the gear shift. "You'll be okay?""I'm not a child, Micaiah. I can survive a day without you hovering."His jaw tightened slightly. "I don't hover.""You absolutely hover.""I'm protective. There's a difference.""If you say so." I grabbed my bag from the floor. "How long will you be gone?""Most of the day. I'll be back tonight.""Okay."He caught my wrist before I could open the door. "Mali.""What?""Don't skip Ethics. The substitute can be an ass about attendance.""I won't skip." I pulled my hand free. "I'm a responsible adult, remember?""Debatable."I shot him a look and got out of the car before he could say anything else. Before the urge to lean back in a