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“Of you? No.” “Good.” “I just think it would be weird.” “Why?” I shrugged. “You’re Daniel’s brother.” He smiled at that. Slow. Thoughtful. Teasing. “So that makes me what to you?” I hesitated. “A brother,” I said. The word felt strange in my mouth. He hummed, eyes glinting. “Then it shouldn’t matter.” I opened my mouth to respond and instead muttered, “A brother that hot?” The silence that followed was loud.

I know it’s dumb and stupid, but I just can’t face him after what happened. What we did was wrong. It shouldn’t have happened. James is my best friend… who’s now my stepbrother. As much as I desire him, I shouldn’t have let my feelings take control of me. But Christ, I really can’t deny how good it felt being in his arms, having him touch me that way, kiss me that way. He knew where to touch; he knew where he wanted my hands, and he sure damn knows how to kiss. I felt high on the taste of him.

He’s six years older, works for my family’s law firm, and, oh yeah—he’s my stepbrother. Totally off-limits. Completely irresistible. And exactly what I want. °°° Filthy, scandalous, and so sugary sweet your teeth will hurt. This one’s a heaping dose of wrong in the right kind of way. If an older, dominant, obsessed alpha claiming his untouched heroine sounds like your cup of tea, then you should probably dive right in. °°° Okay, okay, this is officially my last book in the series. And yes, I know I said that the last time... and maybe the time before that. But for real this time! Pinky swear!(⁠≧⁠▽⁠≦⁠)

I traced the scent to see a tall man in dark expensive suit walking closer to us like he owned the fucking world. Holy fuck, he smelled so fucking delicious, like heaven. I could eat him up. The moment his blue eyes landed on me, I froze. What was he doing here? The older man smiled proudly. “This is my son, Christian.” What??? Mom laughed, completely unaware of the storm going on inside me. “That means he’s going to be your stepbrother soon!” Stepbrother? The hot stranger I had given my virginity that night, who had my moans in his head and my taste on his lips would be my stepbrother??

[NIGHTS WITH MY STEPBROTHER] PROLOGUE AND CHAPTER 1 WARNING: This book is extremely rated because it has explicit scenes and highly matured content. If you aren’t a fan of smut, you can skip the story. ************ Jesse Bridgeton wanted to remain chaste even though she is surrounded by friends who love to play wild, she gets along with her friends well until the topic of sex come in. She swore she would only give her body to the man who has been in her heart since the first day she met him, and she kept to her promise.

“I don’t want to imagine that.” “Liar,” Zara teased. “You’ve already imagined it, haven’t you? Don’t lie.” Amaya sighed, rubbing her temples. “He’s my stepbrother, Zara. Can we not do this?” “That has never stopped any of those W*****d girls,” she said dramatically. “This isn’t W*****d!” “Tell that to the chemistry between you two,” Zara sang, poking Amaya’s side. “If looks could undress, you’d be naked right now.”

"Are you kidding me right now? Damien is mine! My mate! I shouldn't have to fight with you, you should leave him alone because he's mated to me! Why is that so difficult for you to wrap your head around? Or are you going to cast a spell on me too?" "You shouldn't be with him!" She yelled back at me. "He's your step-brother therefore you two cannot be together! He should be mine! Mine!" "Well good thing he's not yours then Nyx. You don't even know him, you're just a brat who heard the word no for the first time and threw a tantrum because of it." She jumped on me then, knocking me to the ground.

I know it because in no world do I want to admit to my mom and new stepfather that I slept with my new brother. I exit the bathroom, still shaking, and find Sebastian leaning against the wall across from me. Waiting for me? Why? To continue torturing me? “What the hell do you want?” I bark. “Are you enjoying yourself?” Sebastian steps closer to me, pushing a strand of curls away from my face and behind my ear. “Tell me. Have you thought about this moment? While lying and deceiving me? While playing with me?” I search his eyes, looking for something hidden behind the words. “If I had known you were my stepbrother, there’s no way in hell I would have ever provoked you.”

He yelled. I left, slamming the door behind me. And as I approached my room, my mind kept racing. My frustration collided with a sense of confusion, leaving me on the verge of tears. The hallway felt like a narrow corridor of this tension. What do you do when you get involved in a fight with your step brother with whom you have a thing for? This is way more painful than cramps. I can't believe this is happening to me. I can't believe my fantasy is slowly turning into a nightmare.

"Ember Brock is three years older than you, head over a fraternity as well as being a football jock. Brock is a player. He is only out for one thing; don't be stupid," "We can't be together, Derrick. I wish we could. I wish you weren't my stepbrother, but you are. I love you in a way I shouldn't love my stepbrother. I need you to let me go, and I need you to move on. It's for the best. We can't keep going on like this," Emberly quickly took her hand from my chest and looked away. Desperation took over me. "Ember, please, please don't do this. Give me this year, that's all I ask, and then I promise I'll let you go," I tilted her chin to look at me.