My Lover, My Stepbrother
I whined softly, burying my face in his chest, but I could feel his chest rumble with quiet, warm laughter.
“Don’t worry, baby,” he murmured, his hand rubbing slow, soothing circles over my back, easing the tension and the soreness that lingered in my muscles. “Tonight you’re safe. Tonight I’m yours just to hold. But remember this feeling. Remember how sore you are. Remember that every bit of this pain… every bit of this pleasure… belongs only to me. You are mine. Every bruise, every ache, every breath. You belong to Ethan Vance Harriet. Always.”
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