Chapter 1: Caught in the Act
I never thought I’d see my stepbrother, Ethan, in such a raw, unguarded moment. It was late, the house quiet as a tomb, and I was sneaking back from a night out with friends. My boots clicked softly on the hardwood floor as I crept toward my room, but a faint, rhythmic sound stopped me dead. His door was cracked open, just enough for a sliver of light to spill into the hallway. Curiosity, that wicked little devil, nudged me closer.
There he was, sprawled on his bed, hand wrapped around his cock, stroking with a desperate kind of focus. My breath hitched. I should’ve turned away, should’ve bolted, but I didn’t. I stood there, frozen, heat creeping up my neck as I watched the muscles in his arm flex, his jaw tighten. Ethan, the smug bastard who always had a quip ready to cut me down, looked so damn vulnerable.
‘Fuck, Lila, you’re such a creep,’ I scolded myself, but my feet wouldn’t move. Then his eyes snapped open, locking onto mine through the crack in the door. My heart slammed against my ribs. Busted.
‘Well, well, if it isn’t little miss sneak,’ he drawled, not even pausing his rhythm, his voice dripping with mockery. ‘Enjoying the show, are we?’
I straightened, refusing to let him see me flinch. ‘Don’t flatter yourself, Ethan. I’ve seen better on late-night cable.’ My words were sharp, but my voice betrayed me, a little too breathy.
He smirked, sitting up, his hard length still in hand, unashamed. ‘Oh, come on, sis. Don’t lie. Your eyes are practically begging for a closer look.’
I crossed my arms, stepping into the doorway, owning the space. ‘Keep dreaming, perv. I’m just here to tell you to keep it down. Some of us actually sleep.’
‘Sleep?’ He chuckled, low and dangerous, standing now, closing the distance between us. ‘You look wide awake to me. And a little… flushed.’
I hated how right he was. My skin was burning, a traitorous heat pooling low in my belly. ‘Back off, Ethan,’ I snapped, but my gaze flicked down, just for a second, to where he was still so blatantly hard. Damn it.
‘Make me,’ he taunted, stepping closer, his breath hot on my cheek. ‘Or are you too scared to handle what you’ve stumbled into?’
I met his challenge head-on, my own smirk curling my lips. ‘Scared? Please. I eat little boys like you for breakfast.’
His eyes darkened, a predatory glint flashing through them. ‘Prove it, then.’
Before I could fire back, his hand was on my waist, pulling me into the room, the door clicking shut behind us. My pulse raced, but I wasn’t about to back down. I shoved against his chest, hard, but he didn’t budge, his grip tightening. The air between us crackled, charged with something forbidden and wild. I could feel the heat of him, the raw need radiating off his skin, and fuck, it was making me wet.
‘You’re playing a dangerous game, Lila,’ he growled, his voice rough, almost a warning.
‘Good,’ I shot back, my nails digging into his shoulders. ‘I like danger.’
His lips crashed into mine, hungry and fierce, and I matched him, bite for bite, as we stumbled toward the bed. Clothes were already starting to peel away, my shirt hitting the floor, his hands roaming my ass with a boldness that made me gasp. I wasn’t giving in—I was taking, claiming, and as I felt him, hard and insistent against me, I knew this was only the beginning of something explosive.
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