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Was this real? Could it be true… that my stepbrother and I were fated mates?

He plants kisses down my neck. "Bran...no." he kisses my cheek and the corner of my lip, i close my eyes releasing a shaky breath. He sucks on my neck, licking and nibbling,like he did that night. I pant,my body trembling so I steady myself by putting my hands on his shoulders, he lifts me up and places me on top of the counter near the sink then steps between my legs. "No." I pant "this is wrong you're my boyfriends brother." "Step-brother."

“Okay, enough crying. Let’s watch something trashy, braid each other’s hair, and make fun of TikTok couples.” I laughed through my tears. “God, I love you.” “You better. I’m the only one who knows about your criminal-level obsession with your stepbrother.” “Shut up.” “Never.”

“It’s okay. I know how he gets under your skin. He's fond of doing that. “ He leaned in slower than I expected, giving me every chance to pull away. He kissed me softly and carefully like he was afraid I would shatter. His lips tasted like mint. It was nothing like Soren’s wildfire. I kissed him back, forgetting totally that he had a girlfriend, forgetting he was supposed to be my stepbrother. I wanted to feel something good. Something that didn’t hurt. His fingers threaded into my hair gently, and for a second it seemed it was only us that mattered right now—two people trying to hold the pieces together. The balcony door pushed open and I saw Soren standing there, his tie was loose and he w

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??

Title: Stepbrother's Secret Premise: When her mother remarries a wealthy businessman, 18-year-old Ava is thrust into a luxurious new life she never asked for—and under the same roof as her infuriatingly charming stepbrother, Leo. Cold, controlling, and off-limits, Leo is everything Ava resents. But one late night, she finds out his desire for her is just as dangerous as hers is for him. ********************************************************* “You and your mother are just here for his money.”

"Is this safe? Emotionally? Because fake dating your future stepbrother sounds like a thesis on self-destruction." The real feelings: quiet. Watching me. Reading between every line. "It stopped being fake a long time ago," I said. "I don't know exactly when. Maybe the night he told me about his mom. Maybe before that. Maybe the bar. I don't know. But it's real and it's terrifying and I don't have a plan." "The kitchen table," she said. Flat. "What about it?" "You said you swept his books off the table. During a fight. And had sex on it." She blinked. "You had angry sex on a kitchen table with your stepbrother over a Gatsby essay."

Roxy Hale spent her whole life being invisible until the boy everyone worshipped made her the punchline of a bet that cost her everything. Six years later, she has rebuilt herself from the ashes, guarded, independent, and done with love for good. She never expected her mother's wedding to hand her a new last name, a new home, and a new stepbrother. Cain Carrington never stopped wanting the girl he ruined. Now she's sleeping down the hall, wearing his family's name, completely off-limits, and he has never wanted anything more in his life. Every family dinner, every locked door, every stolen moment in the dark corners of Carrington Manor pulls them closer to a line they both know they shoul

he added, teasing. Fuck. I could feel my stomach doing that stupid fluttery thing it always did when he looked at me like that. Liam’s piercing blue eyes locked onto mine. He still wore nothing but his boxers — boxers that now had a wet stain, probably from his cum... or the lotion. He was drop-dead handsome, and I hated that he was my stepbrother. My mother had been so damn secretive about getting remarried — and of course, she picked a man who came with a grown-ass, insanely tempting son I had wet dreams about.

“It’s not that simple. This showcase could open doors for me after graduation. I can’t just blow it off because my stepbrother gets jealous.” The word *stepbrother* hung between us, filthy and sharp. He leaned in closer, breath warm against my ear. “Jealous? Princess, I’m way past jealous. I’m territorial as hell over what’s mine. And you’ve been mine since the second I walked through that door and saw you in those tiny sleep shorts.” I shivered despite the heat. His hand slid higher, under the hem of my shorts, teasing the edge of my panties. “Damien… we’re outside. The neighbors—”