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I never meant to fall for my billionaire stepbrother. But I don’t stop him when he sneaks into my bedroom late at night, covers my mouth, and tells me not to say a word as his fingers slip to places they should never be. This is wrong, so wrong–but I think I might be in love with him.


The first bell for second period rang through the busy halls. 

I gathered the five damn textbooks Mr. Barnes made me drag to each class and pushed my locker closed with my shoulder. “I have to get to class, Jace. Move.”

Jace stepped in front of me and placed his hands on the locker above me, trapping me in. “You’re not going anywhere. I said that we need to talk.”

“And I said to move,” I said, glaring up into his brown eyes. I wanted to slap him right in that gorgeous face of his for fucking me and straight-up leaving the other night, for not talking to me all weekend, for making me wonder when the hell that was going to happen again. 

Instead of moving away, Jace stepped closer, making me pull my books to my chest, my glasses fogging up slightly from all this body heat. As soon as everyone—except for one of the Poison boys, who was lingering by the restrooms with a lit cigarette in his mouth, and a rich kid nearly up his ass about weed—was out of the halls, Jace wrapped a hand around my throat and pinned me to the lockers. 

“What the fuck is going on between you and Jamal?” he asked. I sucked in a breath, my heart pounding in my chest. 


“You’re fucking lying to me,” he said through clenched teeth. 

“I’m not.” 

Just like you didn’t lie to me years ago, telling me that you wanted me more than anything, just to get into my pants, I thought.

Jace stared down at me with those raging brown eyes, a strand of his dark hair falling into his sculpted face. He slid his tongue across his lower lip and roughly grabbed my chin in his hand, burying his face into the crook of my neck. “Was I not enough for you Friday night?” he asked, drawing his nose up the side of my neck and growling deep in my ear. 

I shuddered against him and glanced down the hallway to make sure nobody was watching. I wouldn’t be caught dead with him this close to me, especially now that he was my stepbrother. 

“Did you have to go be a slut with one of my teammates?” he asked, his words coming out rough and raw. 

I didn’t know whether he was fucking with me or if he was hurt. 

He pushed his thumb hard against my jawbone, stroking it. “I’m the only one you get to slut around with,” he said, slipping a hand into my leggings and drawing a finger down my folds. “I’m the only one who gets to touch your pussy, fill you with my cum …” He slapped his palm against my cheek, and I clenched. “Slap this pretty little face of yours.” 

Wetness pooled between my legs, and I could feel the heat crawling up my neck. My nipples hardened under my bra. All I wanted was for him to slip his fingers into me and make me beg for him to slap me again, spank me even. It was so fucking wrong to feel this way after everything that had happened between us … 

But he knew exactly what he was doing. 

He pressed his lips against my ear. “Remember that your step‐brother still owns this pussy.”


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