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Make OutSage’s words..“Easy on me?”hung between us like a gentle challenge. I smiled against her lips, my heart hammering so loudly I was sure she could feel it. “For now,” I whispered back, and that was all the invitation she needed.Our second kiss was deeper, no longer tentative. Her mouth moved against mine with a slow hunger that made my toes curl. I parted my lips, inviting her in, and her tongue brushed mine warm, velvet-soft, tasting of red wine and something uniquely Sage. A small moan escaped me as her hand slid further under the borrowed shirt, fingers tracing the curve of my waist and up my ribs. Her touch was electric, leaving trails of heat on my skin.We shifted on the couch until I was half-lying beneath her, her body pressing me gently into the cushions. The weight of her felt perfect soft breasts against mine, the smooth warmth of her thighs straddling one of my legs. Every sway of her hips sent sparks through me, the thin fabric of our clothes doing little to hide

Tension IgnitesMorning light filtered through the curtains of my childhood bedroom, painting everything in soft golds and pinks. I woke up with my hand still tucked between my thighs, the evidence of last night’s forbidden release sticky on my fingers. Shame flooded me instantly. Ben. My brother. What the hell was wrong with me? I quickly showered, trying to scrub away the memory, but the warm water only made me think of his strong arms again. By the time I stepped out, I’d made a decision. Today, I wouldn’t hide. I wanted to see if that spark was real or just my broken heart playing tricks.I dug through my bag and chose the skimpiest bikini I owned a tiny red number that barely contained my breasts and left most of my ass exposed. It was the kind of thing I’d wear to make Jake jealous on vacation, but now… now it felt like a test. For Ben. For myself. I threw on a sheer cover up and headed downstairs, heart hammering.Ben was already in the kitchen, flipping eggs at the stove. He w

Addicted to SinI barely slept that night. Ben’s cum was still leaking out of me as I lay in my bed, staring at the ceiling. Every time I shifted, I felt the soreness between my legs a delicious reminder of how my own brother had fucked me raw on the kitchen counter. Guilt gnawed at me, but it was drowned out by a deeper, darker hunger. I wanted more. Needed more. By the time the first light of dawn crept through the windows, I had given up fighting it. I was addicted to the sin.I found Ben already awake in the bathroom, steam filling the shower. He didn’t say a word when I slipped in behind him. The hot water cascaded over us as he turned, his hands immediately on my wet skin. He pressed me against the cool tiles, his hard body molding to my back. Soap-slick hands roamed everywhere cupping my breasts, pinching my nipples, sliding down my stomach to tease my already dripping pussy.“You’re soaked for me again,” he murmured against my ear, voice husky with sleep and lust. One thick fi

Chapter 1 The DealI clutched the eviction notice in my hand so tightly the paper crinkled like dry leaves. The hospital had already sent three warnings this week. Mom’s treatments weren’t going to wait for miracles, and neither were the creditors circling our family like vultures.My phone buzzed again. Unknown number. I almost ignored it, but something made me answer.“Layla Bennett?” a crisp female voice asked. “Mr. Damien Voss requests your presence at his office in one hour. A car is already waiting downstairs.”I laughed bitterly. “Damien Voss? The billionaire? This has to be a prank.”“It’s not. Refuse, and your mother’s medical bills remain unpaid. Choose wisely, Miss Bennett.”The line went dead.Thirty minutes later, I stepped into the gleaming Voss Tower. Marble floors, floor-to-ceiling windows, and an elevator that smelled like money and intimidation. My worn sneakers squeaked against the shine as I rode up to the top floor. My heart hammered so hard I could hear it in my

Chapter 3 Breaking RulesI stormed into the penthouse ahead of him, the emerald gown suddenly feeling too tight, too exposing. The door clicked shut behind us with a finality that made my skin prickle. The entire ride back had been silent, thick with everything we weren’t saying.“You crossed the line tonight,” I snapped, whirling to face him. “That wasn’t acting. Your hands were everywhere.”Damien loosened his bowtie with a slow tug, eyes locked on me. “I was selling the relationship. That’s what you signed up for.”“Public appearances!” I marched closer, jabbing a finger at his chest. “Not groping me under the table like I’m your personal toy. You said no private touching. You said…”He caught my wrist mid-air, grip firm but not painful. “And you shivered every single time I touched you. Don’t lie to me, Layla.”My breath hitched. “I hate you.”“Good.” He yanked me forward until our bodies collided. “Because I’m done pretending I don’t want to break every fucking rule with you.”