My Stepbrother And I
anty line and reveling in the damp of my desire as they sli
cking
rs deeper, claiming me with three digits as he reveled in the taste of my skin, his mouth covering the curve whe
ris
h, b
elt her hand brush his away, his
't do
pidly assuming
en't said the
en I looked at him again, there was a steely resolve in th
Chris." I
into, and with a faltering glance back, I lifted my chin and pushed my
-
is. He had just had his fingers up my skirt. And I'd let him. I couldn't imagine facing him, let alone eve
hey were now living together. I was ready to try my best to avoid Chris at all costs. The farther the distance I could creat
us to trust what was sure to go down if we
This whole situation with Chris
d touched me, the memory of his fingers skimming over my thighs, teasing me, claiming me. My breath hitched as I clenched my
I ha
stoppe
walked
el proud, victorious even,
as, part of me hadn
eath. How had I let it get this far? I had been in this house for barely a day,
could ruin you, make you crave something you shouldn't have. He was the flame, a
live under the s
ogical option. No more lingering glances across the dinner table. No more ac
ocky. He would see my avoidance as a challenge. And if tonight had
y pillow, frustr
Pretend that nothing had happened. If I treated it like
r jolted her from her th
o
ldn't
my chest. "Who is it?" she called
y mother's voice cam
e of my mother's gushing speeches about the wedding or how lucky we were to be here. But avoiding C
forcing my voice
man who had finally secured the life she'd always dreamed of. She sat down on the edge of the b
oted, studying me with slightly narr
eah, just tired. It'
you, sweetheart, but I promise it's for the best. This life... this house, this
e
tened to spill from my lips. This was w
didn't
ing a small smile. "I
ard to kiss my forehead. "Good girl. Get some rest, tomorrow's
left, closing the door beh
sinking back aga
to start fresh, to put some much-need
ld do
to do
oiding Chris would be fa