My Off Limits Stepbrother
I never thought the cocky tattooed Hockey captain I hooked up with in Las Vegas would become my stepbrother. His name was Damon—arrogant, dangerously sexy, and built like pure sin.
After my boyfriend cheated on me, I met him at a club. Within hours, he had me in luxurious hotel suite, fucking me senseless against the glass window overlooking the glittering city. One wild night of raw, filthy pleasure with no promises.
A week later, my mom revealed she had secretly married and we were moving into her new husband’s luxurious mansion. The second I stepped inside, my stomach dropped. There stood Damon in nothing but low grey sweatpants, his powerful tattooed body on full display. The same man who had bent me over while I moaned his name.
We agreed to bury our Vegas hookup and pretend it never happened.
But living under the same roof makes it impossible to forget.
Damon is strictly off limits. Yet I can’t stop craving my forbidden stepbrother.