All Chapters of The Stepbrother I Crave : Chapter 1 - Chapter 4

Sophia Cole adjusted the strap of her silk gown as the chauffeured Rolls-Royce glided through the wrought-iron gates of the family estate in Paris. Snow-dusted pines framed the sprawling mansion like a winter postcard, but the knot in her stomach had nothing to do with the cold. She was twenty-one, a junior at Stanford majoring in sustainable finance, and the only heiress to a fortune built on renewable energy patents and half the skyscrapers in Dubai. Yet today she felt like a child again,small, wary, and bracing for the next fracture in the only family she had left.Five years earlier, her world had split open on a humid July night in the Hamptons. She’d come home early from boarding school and found her mother tangled in the sheets with her father’s best friend and COO, Marcus Trump. The shouting, the lawyers, the tabloid helicopters—Sophia still remembered the click of cameras outside the courthouse like teeth snapping shut. Richard Cole, her father had emerged from the divorc

They ended up in Sophia's room. Slamming the door shut, Julian's strong arms lifted her, and her legs instinctively wrapped around his hips. Her hands stayed around his neck as she pulled him in for a kiss, craving to be as close as possible, desperate for the friction that would satisfy the burning urge inside her. Their lips collided, hungry and desperate.They succumbed to the fire between them, losing themselves in the fog of desire.Julian lowered her onto the bed, his lips trailing from hers down to her neck. His kisses were relentless, leaving a burning trail of want in their wake. A loud moan escaped her lips when he found that sensitive spot just below her ear; his tongue teased it, igniting a fresh wave of pleasure that rolled through her.“I want you all bare,” he growled low, the sound more animal than command, and fresh wetness pooled in her already damp bikini bottom. It was as if he had some strange, direct connection to her mind and soul—she would have obeyed his every