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I stood in the center of his massive bedroom, my heart hammering against my ribs. Xercer didn’t move. He just stood there, his arms crossed over his broad chest, his grey eyes tracking every tiny movement I made. "Strip, Uriel," he repeated. My hands were shaking, but I didn't turn away. I reached for the hem of my shirt and pulled it over my head, tossing it to the floor. Then came my leggings. I slid them down my legs, stepping out of them until I stood there in nothing but my thin lace panties. I could feel his gaze like a hot flame licking over my skin. I hooked my fingers into the elastic of my underwear and pushed them down. The last piece of fabric fell to the floor. I was completely bare. Xercer stepped toward me. He didn't say a word. He kept his eyes locked onto mine as he began to unbutton his shirt. One by one, the buttons popped. He tossed the shirt aside, revealing his scarred, muscular chest. Then he unbuckled his belt. The sound of the leather sliding through the l

I hated this house before I even stepped through the front door. It’s one of those glass-and-steel mansions that feels more like a museum than a home. Cold. Empty. Expensive. Just like the man who bought it. My mom thinks I’m here because I want to "bond." That’s the word she kept using in her emails. Bonding. In reality, I’m only here because if I skipped this trip, I’d be the "difficult daughter" for the rest of the year. My mom has been singing about this camping trip for months. A one-day road trip, two days in the woods. Sounds like a dream if you like nature; sounds like a nightmare when you have to do it with Draco and his son. Draco. Even his name sounds like a villain from a movie. He’s the guy who stole my mom’s attention, moved her into this fortress, and made me feel like an outsider in my own family. And then, there’s Matt. I pulled my bags out of the trunk, the gravel crunching under my sneakers. My mom ran out, her face glowing. She looks happy, which makes it harder

Breakfast was a nightmare. I sat across from Matt, picking at a plate of expensive organic eggs that tasted like cardboard. Every time I looked up, he was staring at his phone, looking like I was a fly he wanted to swat. My mom and Draco were busy planning routes, acting like we were one big, happy family. I just kept my head down, trying to forget the way Matt’s hand looked in the moonlight a few hours ago. My skin still felt hot just thinking about it. "Okay, plan is set," Draco announced, wiping his mouth with a silk napkin. "The main SUV is packed with the tents and food. Matt, you’ll take the heavy gear in your truck. Elara, you’re riding with him." I nearly choked on my orange juice. "What? No. I’m riding with Mom." "Elara, don't be difficult," my mom said, giving me that look. You know the one—the 'don't-embarrass-me' look. "The SUV is full of equipment. There’s literally only room for two people up front. You and Matt need to get to know each other. You're siblings now." "

I sat there, frozen. The sound of the porn was still coming from his phone—wet, slapping noises that made my skin feel too tight for my body. But that wasn't the worst part. The worst part was what was happening underneath me. I could feel it. His cock was growing, getting thicker and harder against my butt. There was only the thin lace of my panties and his heavy denim between us, and it wasn't enough of a barrier."Ugh, disgusting," I muttered, trying to shift my weight away from the heat."Mind your business, girl," Matt whispered, his voice vibrating right through his thighs. "While I mind mine."I looked away, staring at the back of the gear piled up in front of us. I tried to listen to the pop music my mom was playing in the front, trying to focus on anything other than the porn addict behind me. But the car hit another bump, and I slid right along the length of him. He was like a pillar of hot iron."Matt," I hissed, my face burning. "You're making me really uncomfortable.""Ho