All Chapters of A Dirty Little Secret : Chapter 1 - Chapter 5

Leo’s POVLook, I’ve spent three fucking years pretending I don’t want to rip Maya’s clothes off every single time she walks into a room. Three years of clenching my jaw so tight it hurt, forcing my eyes away from the way her tight little tank tops stretched across her full tits, or how her shorts rode up her ass when she bent over to grab something from the fridge. Three years of playing the perfect stepbrother—smiling through family dinners while my cock throbbed under the table, jerking off in the shower to the memory of her fresh-out-of-the-shower scent, vanilla and warm skin. I hated how much I wanted her. She was my stepsister, for fuck’s sake. Off-limits. But every accidental brush of her thigh against mine on the couch, every time she’d call me “Leo” in that teasing voice, it chipped away at my sanity until I was raw and starving.Tonight, the house party downstairs was loud as hell—bass thumping through the floorboards, drunk laughter echoing up the stairs. Maya had dragge

I slipped into class ten minutes late, the door creaking loud enough to make every head turn. My neck still burned from Maya’s lipstick and the fresh hickeys she’d sucked into my skin.My cock was half-hard just from the memory of her tight, dripping cunt clenching around me in that closet.“Mr. Luke,” the teacher snapped, glaring over his glasses. “Care to explain why you think your time is more valuable than everyone else’s?”“Sorry,” I muttered, not sounding sorry at all. “Won’t happen again.”He waved me off with a disappointed sigh. I dropped into my seat at the back, jaw tight. Clara was already there, of course. She’d been gunning for me since freshman year—always “accidentally” brushing her massive tits against my arm, wearing tops that barely contained them. Today was no exception. Her white blouse was unbuttoned one too many, deep cleavage spilling out, nipples faintly visible through the thin fabric. She scooted her chair closer the second I sat down, her thigh pressing ag

I stepped back into the hallway, the heavy door banging shut behind me like it was trying to trap all the bullshit of the day inside. Clara’s cherry lipstick still felt sticky on my cheek no matter how many times I wiped it off. My jaw was tight, shoulders bunched up like I’d been carrying bricks around all afternoon. The final bell ripped through the speakers overhead, sharp and annoying as hell. Hockey practice. Good. I needed to smash into something or someone and bleed off this frustration before I lost my mind.I headed across campus to the arena, the big ugly concrete building that smelled like home—cold ice, sweat, and rubber mats. The Rage Ravens.I’d been captain since junior year, earned every scar and every late-night drill session that came with it. Pushing through the locker room doors, the familiar chaos hit me full force: guys shouting, lockers slamming, steam rolling out from the showers in the back. The air was thick, humid, and ripe with the stink of twenty dudes wh