All Chapters of My Off Limits Stepbrother: Chapter 1 - Chapter 6

CASSYOnly hours earlier, I had walked in on my boyfriend of two years fucking another girl in our bed.Heartbroken and furious, I packed a bag and flew to Las Vegas with my best friends for a girls’ trip to forget the pain.I leaned against the sleek bar inside the crowded club, sipping my martini, when a tall, tattooed figure slid confidently beside me.“You keep looking at me like that and I might think you want trouble,” a deep, rough voice said.I turned and met his intense dark eyes.I recognized him instantly.Damon Voss, the cocky captain of the Los Angeles Kings. Famous for his brutal hits on the ice and his notorious playboy reputation off it. His team had flown into Vegas for a preseason game against the Golden Knights the night before.“I know who you are,” I replied with a teasing smile. “Damon Voss, right? The guy who scored that insane overtime goal last week.”He smirked, leaning one muscular arm on the bar, his presence dominating the space around us. “Impressed?”“Ma

CASSYThe next morning, I stood in front of the full-length mirror in my new bedroom, adjusting the collar of my team polo shirt.Today was my first official day as a sports physiotherapist for the Los Angeles Kings. I should have felt excited, but all I felt was nervous dread.A knock sounded on my door.“Come in,” I called.Mom peeked inside, smiling brightly. “Breakfast is ready, Sweetheart. Richard wants us all downstairs.”I followed her to the dining area. Richard was already seated, reading the newspaper, while Damon leaned against the kitchen island drinking coffee. He wore a fitted black compression shirt that hugged his broad chest and tattooed arms, with grey sweatpants hanging dangerously low on his hips.His eyes flicked to me, dark and amused. “Morning, Pinky.”My cheeks warmed instantly. I ignored him.Richard looked up with a pleased smile. “Ah, perfect timing. Cassy, today’s your first day, right? Damon has morning training and recovery session. Since you’re both head

CASSYThe mansion felt eerily quiet as we stepped inside.Mom had pulled me aside right before she and Richard left for the airport this afternoon. With a glowing smile, she told me they were flying to Greece for their honeymoon—two full weeks.Which meant right now, it was just me and Damon alone in this massive Beverly Hills house.The weight of the day still pressed on my chest as I headed straight for the staircase, desperate to escape the tension between us. “I’m going to bed.”“Wait,” Damon’s deep, rough voice stopped me mid-step.I turned slowly.He stood at the bottom of the stairs, looking up at me with those intense dark eyes. He was still wearing his black hoodie and jeans, tattooed arms crossed over his broad chest. The dim lighting made him look even more dangerous.He climbed the stairs until he stood on the step just below mine, bringing us almost eye level. The air crackled.“You’ve been avoiding me since we left the arena,” he said quietly. “Talk to me, Cassy.”I hugg