All Chapters of Hot For My New Stepbrother : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Aurelia In twenty years of living, I’d learned exactly what my life could and couldn’t throw at me.But my mother remarrying was never on that list.Her marrying my bully’s father? That felt less like fate and more like a cruel joke with teeth.“No, Mum. You can’t do this.” My voice cracked before I could stop it. I stood there, my palms sweating, with my heart racing like it wanted to claw its way out of my chest.“We’re fine. We’ve always been fine. If this is about me, if you think I need some kind of father figure, then stop. I don’t.”I hated the way I sounded. Desperate and small.But the image in my head wouldn’t leave me alone.Chase Hunter.Living with him, breathing the same air, sharing walls and one roof with him. The thought lodged between my ribs like a blade.Chase wasn’t just a bad memory from college, he was my worst one. A senior who had taken one look at me and decided I was his personal stress relief. Every hallway, every lecture hall, every chance encounter had

Aurelia His hands gripped my bare waist, his long fingers digging into my damp skin with bruising force, as if he’d meant to shove me away but couldn’t quite bring himself to let go.Water still clung to my body from the interrupted shower; droplets traced slow paths down my collarbone, over the curve of my breasts, disappearing beneath the press of his chest. I was completely exposed, the towel tangled uselessly somewhere beneath us, and the shock of it burned hotter than any embarrassment I’d ever felt.His dark hair was tousled, falling into those storm-grey eyes that were locked on mine with predatory intensity. His breath came in sharp, uneven bursts against my lips. The heat rolling off him was overwhelming, chasing away the chill of the storm and replacing it with something far more dangerous.For a moment, neither of us moved.His gaze dropped, slowly and hungrily, raking over my naked chest, my parted thighs, the way his leg pressed intimately against me. When his eyes fl

Aurelia The girl was still trembling beneath him, gasping into the sheets, completely oblivious. But Chase didn’t look away from me. His hips slowed to a torturous grind, that thick, slick length dragging in and out of her with deliberate cruelty as he held my stare through the crack in the door. His lips curved into a slow, wicked smirk, like dark promise and pure threat wrapped together. Sweat gleamed on his chest, his abs flexing with every controlled thrust. His eyes burned straight through me, pinning me in place more effectively than his hands ever could. He knew exactly what I’d seen. Exactly what it had done to me. Heat flooded my face, my chest, pooling low and shameful between my thighs. My knees nearly buckled. I stumbled backward and bolted down the hall. I didn’t stop until I was inside my room. I slammed the door shut, and with trembling fingers, I turned the lock. I pressed my back to the wood, chest heaving, my thighs clenched against the ache that watching h

AureliaDayton’s face went white. Recognition hit him then, he knew exactly who Chase Hunter was.Chase leaned in closer, his knuckles white in the fabric of Dayton's shirt. “Apologize. Now.”“I… I’m sorry,” Dayton stammered, his hands up in surrender. “I didn’t know she was yours—”Chase’s fist cocked back, veins standing out on his forearm.I stepped forward without thinking, my hand landing on his bicep. “Chase.”He froze, his eyes cutting to me, still furious, but something else flickered there too. Possession. Relief. Hunger.Slowly, he released Dayton, who slid down the hood like a rag doll and scrambled back into his car without another word. The Ferrari peeled away with a screech, leaving rubber on the road.Silence fell, broken only by the low idle of Chase’s bike.He turned fully to me, his jaw tight, helmet dangling from one hand.“What the hell are you doing out here alone?” he demanded roughly, the gravelly quality of his voice sending sparks down my spine.I lifted my c

Aurelia The command fried every brain cell I had left. My legs shook like they were made of rubber. As for my mouth, it went dry like I'd never tasted water before. He didn’t repeat the command. He just waited, arms loose at his sides, eyes locked on mine, that wolfish hunger sharpening into something darker, something hungrier. I swallowed hard, my pulse roaring in my ears. Part of me wanted to scream at him, to demand answers about the marks, about the woman in the picture, about the hell we were doing. But the bigger part, the reckless, aching part that had been coiled tight since his fingers left me last night knew exactly why I was here and exactly what he wanted. And God help me, I knew I was seconds away from giving in to him. My knees buckled. Slowly, eyes never leaving his, I sank down in front of him. The floor was cold against my skin. His gaze burned hotter. “Good girl,” he murmured, his voice rough with approval and something dangerously close to reli