CRAVING MY FORBIDDEN STEPBROTHER
I bought red lingerie for a boy who didn't want me. Found him in bed with my best friend instead.
I ran straight into Cain Russo. My enemy. The boy who humiliated me at fourteen and never lost a second of sleep over it. One night of rage and bad decisions later, we had a secret I planned to bury.
Then our parents got married and he moved into the room next door.
Now he watches me across the dinner table like he's already won something. Because he's had a taste and he hasn't forgotten it. So he made me a bet. Three orgasms. Ten minutes. If he wins, two weeks of me. Anywhere. Anytime. No exceptions. If I win, my freedom.
I should have walked away.
I didn't.
He doesn't want my heart. That would be too simple. He wants to take me apart completely.
And god help me, I'm starting to want that too.
Stepbrother. Enemy. Obsession.
Warning: This book is explicit. We’re talking filthy, enemies-who-hate-each-other-but-can’t-stop touching, wall-slamming, hair-pulling, name-screaming explicit. If you blush easy, this isn’t for you. If you don’t — buckle up, because Cain Russo has zero restraint and even less patience.
18+ only. You’ve been warned.