"I knew he was trouble the moment I walked into our shared house. The way his hands gripped my waist when no one was looking, the way his voice dipped when he said my name, it wasn’t just wrong, it was dangerous. He wasn’t just my stepbrother, he was my undoing." **** All Evie Hayes wanted was to finish her college degree in peace, far from the chaos of her past. But when she moves into her stepfather’s house near Ravencrest University, she finds herself stuck with Ryder Kingsley, her stepbrother and the school’s golden boy. Ryder is everything she’s sworn to avoid, arrogant, infuriatingly handsome, and completely off-limits. When late-night arguments turn into stolen touches, their forbidden connection becomes impossible to ignore. But in a world where secrets don’t stay hidden, someone’s bound to uncover the truth. And when they do, Ryder and Evie will have to decide if the risk is worth the ruin.
View More"I...I can't feel my legs..." I panted, voice wrecked, throat raw, hips still twitching from the aftershock. I ran a trembling hand through my hair, trying to steady myself, still pinned between the mirror and his chest—his cum slowly dripping out of me, thick and warm between my thighs.Ryder didn’t answer right away.He just looked at me.Smirking. Possessive. Still hard.His cock—still fucking hard.God help me.He pulled out slow, and I whimpered at the loss, at how empty I suddenly felt, how my walls clenched down around nothing.Then he dropped me.Not rough—no. But deliberate.I collapsed to my knees with a weak cry, my thighs quivering, muscles useless and slick with our mess. I barely had time to catch myself on my palms before his hand fisted in my hair and yanked my head up to meet his gaze.He looked down at me like I was a treat he hadn’t finished devouring.“You can’t feel your legs?” he mocked, voice husky, dripping with amusement. “Good. You won’t need them for this.”
He hadn’t even fucked me yet but I was shaking.“Fuck… Ryder!!” I cried out, voice wrecked and breathless. I wanted to grab something, his hair, the sheets, the goddamn sky, anything at all as his tongue pushed deeper into my dripping pussy, working inside me with such precision as if it was the only water on earth, he put his tongue inside wet muscle thrusting in slow, teasing strokes that made my toes curl so hard they cramped.But I couldn’t grab anything.I was tied.Arms bound above me, legs spread wide, every limb useless but trembling. All I could do was lie there, squirming and writhing while he feasted on me. And fuck, was he taking his time.He wasn’t just eating me out—he was devouring me, slow and mean, like he had all night to torture me with pleasure. His tongue slid in and out, curling, lapping, then retreating just long enough to drive me mad before plunging back inside.I was leaking onto the sheets, my wetness pooling beneath me, coating the inside of my thighs, g
His breath hitched.Then he grabbed me.One arm around my waist, the other yanking me off the stool and spinning me around. My breath caught as I bent forward over the counter, his chest pressed to my back, one hand sliding under the hem of the shirt—gripping my bare ass like he owned it.“You think you can tease me like that?” he hissed in my ear. “Sit there soaking wet, shirt half see-through, nipples hard, knowing I could see everything?”My thighs trembled.His hand came down.SMACK.I gasped, back arching, pussy clenching around nothing.He spanked me again, harder this time.CRACK.“Ryder—”“No,” he growled. “You don’t get to start the fire and walk away. You wanna be bad? Fine. I’ll show you what happens to bad girls.”He pressed his hips against my ass and I could feel it—his cock, pulsing through the fabric, sliding along my bare skin, so close to slipping inside and destroying me.I whimpered.He leaned closer, lips brushing my ear. “Tell me to stop.”I didn’t.I pushed my h
I yanked open the bathroom door and bolted into the hallway, water dripping everywhere. I didn’t think. I didn’t look.I dove.Straight onto Ryder, who had just turned the corner with a bowl of something in his hand.We crashed to the floor in a flailing mess of limbs and curses.“Jesus—Evie?!”“There’s a spider!” I shrieked, clinging to his very solid and very shirtless chest like my life depended on it. Which, honestly, it did.“A what—?”“A SPIDER, RYDER. A big one. With legs. And an agenda to kill me!”He blinked at me, clearly trying to process the fact that I was…well…soapy, wet, and very much naked on top of him.I realized it at the same time he did.“Oh my God,” I croaked, scrambling up. “Oh my God—I’m—this isn’t—”He looked dazed. Just flat-out stunned.“I didn’t mean to dive on you like that,” I babbled, backing up while trying to cover myself with my hands and also failing miserably. “There was a spider and I panicked and my brain just short-circuited and now I’m—oh God—”
We were halfway to his car when my phone buzzed in my pocket.I didn’t need to check the screen to know who it was.I sighed, answering. “Hi, Mum.”“Evie, where are you?”“Uh… with Ryder.”A pause. “At this time?”“He’s dropping me off.”“Dropping you off where?”I glanced at him as he opened the passenger door for me.I muttered, “His place.”“Evie,” her voice went sharper. “Are you seriously—?”“Just for the night,” I said quickly. “Something happened, okay? It’s not—Ryder’s just being careful. Someone trashed my locker.”There was silence on the other end. I could hear the frown through the phone.I held the phone out to him. “She wants to kill me. Fix it.”He blinked. “What?”“Just take it.”He took the phone and brought it to his ear.“Hi, ma’am. Ryder here.” His voice dropped to that calm, polite tone he used with adults, the
I didn’t stop.Not even when her laughter followed me like a shadow, echoing down the hallway like a ghost I couldn’t shake off.I gritted my teeth, gripping my bag tighter as I turned the corner. My boots thudded against the floor, fast and angry.Stay out of the past.That’s what she meant, right? That smug, whispered threat.She didn’t have to say Liliana’s name. She didn’t need to. I heard it in every poisoned word. Every look. Every smile that didn’t reach her eyes.She knew.And she was warning me.But I wasn’t backing down.I made my way through the east wing and into the old gym building. The one barely anyone used anymore except cheer or late practices. It was quieter here. Forgotten.That’s where my locker was.Where I kept everything I didn’t want in my dorm room—backup clothes, old files, flash drives, and a box of printed articles about Liliana I didn’t want anyone else to see. My research had to stay hidden. Because even Ryder didn’t know how far I’d gone.I stopped at t
Liliana’s name wasn’t just a rumor. It wasn’t just some tragic footnote in the Ravencrest gossip mill. She was real. A real human being that died because of the bad treatment from rich students that think that they are unstoppable.And whatever happened to her… it was being buried. Erased. Meaning if was valuable enough to put Sienna and Cohen out of business. Am I doing this because it's going to suddenly stop bullying? No. It won't even stop bullying. It will continue. Someone else would do it again. The cycle would continue but at least for now, I won't get to see Sienna paid face again. I am selfish and curious like that. I slipped out of the library and headed toward the administration building, keeping close to the shadows. I knew the janitors had their rounds, but it was almost seven and most of the main staff would be long gone. The hallway lights flickered with that annoying buzz they always made. Half the place smelled like dust and printer ink.My palms were sweating
“Bullshit.”He exhaled, ran a hand down his face. “What do I say? It's the same shit. Unlike you,you get to study and also do football which I am surprised you could handle. But for me, I don't get that. My dad’s breathing down my neck. He wants me out of here, Ryder. Wants me to quit everything, start training for the company. Says football is a waste of time.”I leaned against the wall. “You never told me that. You said it was about that heiress."He shrugged. “Didn’t think it mattered.”“Of course it matters.”He went quiet for a moment, then looked at me again.“You’re lucky, man. Your dad might be cold as hell, but at least he lets you breathe. Mine? He controls every breath I take.”I looked at him, then said quietly, “Then stop holding it in.”He frowned.“Your whole life doesn’t have to be scripted by him. You wanna play football? Play. You wanna screw up a few things to figure out what fits? D
Ryder's POVShe smiled over the rim of her cup, eyes warmer now, lighter than they had been earlier.“I’m glad I have a friend like you,” she said, soft.Friend.That word echoed like a slap in my head.Did I just get friend-zoned?I leaned back in my chair and forced a smile. “Right. Yeah. Friend.”She didn’t catch it. Or if she did, she ignored it.Evie turned back to her tray, tossing a fry into her mouth like we were just two people having a normal, chill conversation.Which we weren’t.Because every time she looked at me like that—bright eyes, small smile, complete trust—I felt something sharp and stupid twist in my chest.I cleared my throat. “So, uh… what are you doing later today?”She looked up. “Why? You planning to throw me into another cafeteria war zone?”I snorted. “Tempting. But no. I was thinking we hang out. Just us. Something less dramatic. Maybe food. Or a movie. Or we could throw stuff at Nate until he finally admits I’m better at pool than him.”Evie laughed, and
I had no idea who I was kissing.I mean, who would care on a high school graduation night?And best of all, on my nineteenth birthday.It was the perfect night to have such great, forbidden sex.My lips crushed against his, hungry and reckless, tasting the tang of whiskey lingering on his tongue. His hands, large and calloused, gripped my waist through thee thin, light fabric of the sundress I had worn, a soft yellow thing with spaghetti straps that clung to me in all the right places.Beneath it, my nipples were stiff peaks pressing against the flimsy lace of my bra, a fact that hadn’t escaped his attention when his hands slid lower, teasing the curve of my hips.The small house party was just background noise, laughter, music, the clink of glasses, but the only thing I could focus on was him. He smelled like aftershave and sweat, intoxicating in the way danger always is.When his lips left mine and found the curve of my neck, a shaky moan slipped from me before I could stop it. My...
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