My eyes never left Riley for one minute.Even if it meant not enjoying my day.I wouldn’t let her ruin anything.The bridal shower was in full swing, laughter and chatter filling the air as games were played. Guess the wedding dress design, Bridal Bingo, Who Knows the Bride Best?—all of it blending into a mix of champagne-fueled fun.Mum was glowing, basking in the attention, while Marissa ran the show like the socialite powerhouse she was.“Come on, ladies! Last round,” Marissa announced, her voice full of amusement. “Let’s see who knows Lorelei best.”Mum laughed, shaking her head as guests shouted out answers to random questions about her favorite foods, colors, and the wedding plans. It was silly, extravagant, and absolutely her.I tried to enjoy it.I tried to focus on the games, on the laughter, on the absurdity of watching a bunch of rich women play wedding charades.But my gaze kept flicking back to Riley.She sat at her table, perfectly poised, sipping her champagne with an a
Gasps filled the room.A woman covered her mouth, eyes wide with shock. Someone else whispered, “Did she just say…?”I didn’t care.I meant what I said.Riley looked stunned for a split second before her lips curled into a sneer. “You’re lying.”I exhaled sharply, my body trembling. “No, I’m not.”“You’re just making excuses for your mother,” she snapped. “Playing the poor little victim so people will feel bad for you.”I let out a bitter laugh. “Victim?” I stepped closer, my voice calm, steady. “Do you know what it’s like to wonder where your next meal is coming from? To watch your mother strip in a club because it was the only way she could feed her child?”Riley’s eyes flickered, but I didn’t stop.“My mother did whatever she had to do to survive. It wasn’t perfect. It wasn’t right. But she did it—for me,” I said, my voice breaking slightly. “And your mother? She wasn’t innocent either.”Riley’s jaw clenched. “She—”“She is a terrible mother who made you obsessed with her by starvi
I stepped back. “Is this one of your tricks to make me fall for you?”An unreadable emotion flickered through Ryder’s eyes, something quick, almost too quick for me to catch. But then, just as fast, it was gone, hidden beneath that signature smirk of his as he leaned back against the fountain like he had all the time in the world.“I don’t need tricks, Evie,” he drawled. “You’ll fall for me eventually.”I let out a sharp laugh. “Wow. The ego.”He grinned. “Confidence, baby.”I rolled my eyes and turned away slightly, looking around. The garden was breathtaking, roses, ivy-covered arches, little lanterns hanging from trees, casting a soft golden glow. The venue itself felt like something out of a damn fairy tale.“You know,” I said, trailing my fingers along the marble edge of the fountain, “for all the drama that just happened inside, this place is actually beautiful.”Ryder hummed. “Alexander doesn’t do anything halfway. Even in his own estate, he has an amazing venue built just for
He hushed me with another kiss, slow this time, his fingers sliding under the thin fabric, finding exactly where I was soaked for him.I shuddered, my head falling back as his fingers brushed against my clit.“So fucking wet,” he murmured, his breath warm against my throat. “All this for me?”I couldn’t even answer.My knees felt weak as he slipped a finger inside, curling it just right.I whimpered.His lips curved against my skin. “Thought you hated me, Evie.”I gritted my teeth. “Shut up.”He chuckled, his finger moving in slow motion. My eyes rolled up as my thighs shook.Fuck. And then he added another.My nipples were hard, pressing against my bra. The pleasure was too good, goosebumps started to appear on my skin. 9 months without sex. Without him and only day dreaming about how his big cock would fill me. My breath hitched as he set a rhythm, moving in and out, his thumb rubbing my clit, more wetness filled his hand as the sound of his hand smacking into me filled the night
I didn't want to smell my cum when my mother hugged me. That would be so disgusting. The thought. Literally the most mortifying thing ever. Oh. My. God.Panic shot through me as I stayed very still, praying she wouldn’t notice, praying nobody would notice.I tried to breathe.Think of literally anything else.“You were amazing today, Evelyn,” Mum said softly, pulling back to cup my face. “I saw what you did. How you stood up for me.”I swallowed hard, nodding. “Of course, Mum.”Her smile wobbled slightly. “You don’t know what that meant to me.”I didn’t know what to say to that.Because despite everything, despite the years of struggling with her choices, despite the frustration, I loved my mother.And I hated seeing her hurt.So I forced a small smile. “You don’t have to worry, okay? You deserve this.”She exhaled shakily, pressing a kiss to my forehead. “You’re the best thing that ever happened to me, Evie.”I felt guilt claw at my chest.Because just minutes ago, I had been on
I stared at my phone, my fingers hovering over the keyboard.I shouldn’t.I really shouldn’t.But after talking to Elara, after replaying everything that had happened in the garden—his hands, his mouth, his fucking smirk—I was already too far gone.So I typed it out.Evie: Are you up?A second passed.Then another. He probably was asleep, I should just go to bed and act like nothing happened. And then…ping!Ryder: You missing me, step-sis?My stomach flipped, I gulped down air. Evie: Don’t call me that.Ryder: Why not?Evie: Because it makes it disgusting. Ryder: Disgusting? Or forbidden? Tell me that the thought of being caught doesn't make you wet. I exhaled, shifting against my bed.Evie: My goodness, you are so fucking annoying. Ryder: Said by the girl who texted me first. I bit my lip, rolling onto my side. I was restless as I thought of what to type back. Evie: I just wanted to say hi.Ryder: No, you didn’t.I hesitated, but I knew there was no point in lying.Evie: I can
A low curse.And then—A sharp inhale, a strangled moan—I knew he had just cum.And I had never felt more powerful.I lay there, panting, my fingers still between my thighs, the wetness dripping onto my sheets. My phone was still against my ear, Ryder’s heavy breathing filling the silence.“Fuck,” he finally muttered, voice hoarse.I bit my lip, my skin still burning, my body still aching.I wanted more.I wanted him.A wicked thought crossed my mind.I grabbed my phone, switching to video call.He answered immediately.And there he was—Ryder, sweaty, his body stretched out on his bed, his cock still in his hand, wet from his release.His gaze darkened when he saw me.I bit my lip. “Do you want to see something?”His jaw tensed. “Always.”I reached over to my nightstand, grabbing the sleek black dildo I kept there.Ryder’s breath hitched.“Jesus,” he muttered, sitting up slightly. “You’re going to kill me, Evie.”I smirked, dragging the tip of the toy along my inner thigh, teasing my
Morning came too quickly.I dragged myself out of bed, hair a tangled mess, exhaustion still weighing heavy in my bones. Last night’s call replayed in my head, Ryder’s voice lingering like a song stuck on repeat.Expect me.I didn’t even know what that meant, but knowing him, it wasn’t anything good.I shuffled into the kitchen, rubbing the sleep from my eyes. Mum was already up, sitting at the marble island, phone in hand, speaking in that polished, professional tone she used for business.Which was still so weird.A year ago, she was scraping by, barely able to keep the lights on. Now? She ran a successful event planning agency, specializing in high-profile socialite gatherings, luxury weddings, and corporate galas.Mum was no longer the woman struggling to make ends meet. Now, she was Lorelei Hayes, Event Architect to the Elite.It was still insane to process. She left me for one year and came back banging.
I stood there, my lips trembling as my body shook without control.Imagine a friendship that you kept since you were a child. One that saw every broken toy, every scraped knee, every birthday candle and heartbreak. A friendship that felt like home...until it didn’t.The door slammed and the sound felt like my heart. It's as if I could see every moments we had slowly dying. How...could she do this to me?I don’t know how long I stood there, but eventually, my knees gave in and I collapsed onto the couch. The silence of the penthouse pressed down on me. It was too loud.The tears came slow at first. Hot and quiet. But then I broke.I grabbed a cushion and screamed into it. "Ahhhhhh!!" The pain was too much. Just within a couple of hours, my friendship was gone. I sobbed into the couch cushions, curling up, trying to fold myself into something smaller, something invisible. My chest heaved, and my nails dug into the soft leather. My mouth opened but nothing came out—just pain.The wa
The ride home with Nate had been quiet.Too quiet.I pondered on a lot of things he said. Weird. And maybe that’s why I felt so off when I finally stepped into the penthouse—Because the moment I did—Laughter.My mother’s laughter.And then—A voice I hadn’t expected.Elara.I stopped.Blinking.Because there she was, sitting with my mother on the plush white couch, a glass of something sparkling in her hand, laughing like they were old friends.I frowned.Because something was off.And then—I noticed.The clothes.Not the usual ripped jeans, oversized hoodies, combat boots Elara.No.This?This was different.A fitted crop top, a high-waisted designer skirt, and heels.Fucking heels.Her hair was sleek, straightened, her makeup subtle but there—expensive.My stomach twisted.Because this—This wasn’t the Elara I left at home.This wasn’t my Elara.And yet—She sat there, looking comfortable, looking like she belonged, my mother beaming with pride."Oh, Evie!" My mother turned, ey
I stepped out of Ryder’s building, the evening air cool against my heated skin.My mind was a mess.My body was still buzzing, my lips swollen, my skin still tingling where he touched me.I felt like I was suffocating but from pleasure and from guilt. I was spiraling, my mind going out of control. Overthinking. What would happen when my mum find out? What of if anyone finds out? The judgement. The talk. Can I stop it? Can I even stop fucking and feeling for him?I felt the way my heart skipped a beat when he looks at me. He was so sweet. And nice and he cares for me.I felt like something inside me was unraveling, and I didn’t know how to stop it.I didn’t even make it to the curb before—“Evie?”I turned.Nate.Standing beside his car, arms crossed, brow furrowed, his dark eyes scanning me like he could see straight through me.Maybe he could. Can he tell I just fucked my Stepbrother?“Hey,” I said, forcing my voice to be even.His gaze narrowed slightly. “You okay?”I swallowed.L
The room was quiet, filled only with the sound of our breathing.My body was completely spent, my limbs heavy, useless, relaxed.Ryder’s arms were still wrapped around me, his fingers drawing lazy circles on my skin, like he couldn’t stop touching me.I felt warm, safe, cherished.And that?I wished I didn't. I wish it was just fucking and no feelings, but his attitude towards me makes me wonder if he cares for me. Wants me to be his girlfriend, which is impossible, rather than his sex buddy. Does his heart skip a beat just like mine?Why do I keep on putting myself in such position?I gulped.I let my head rest against his chest, feeling the slow, steady rise and fall of his chest. His lips brushed against my temple, soft, gentle, tender in a way that made my chest tighten.“How do you feel?” he murmured, his voice low, rough, still thick with heat.I let out a breathless laugh. “Like I just had the life sucked out of me.”He chuckled, his chest vibrating beneath me. “You did.”I g
He hovered over me, eyes burning through my top like it was nothing but tissue in his way. His hands found the button of my jeans no fumbling, just a flick and a slow pull. The zipper came down with a purring zzzzzt, and he dragged the denim down my hips, over my thighs, until they bunched at my ankles.He paused.Panties clung to me soaked, nearly translucent, the damp patch clinging between my folds.He exhaled through his nose, nostrils flaring as he stared, thumbs brushing just above the band. Then he slipped them down, slow, watching the wet fabric peel away with almost attention.A growl vibrated low in his chest.But he didn't go for me yet.He sat up slightly, fingers tugging the hem of my top. It glided upward, soft fabric kissing my skin as it rose. My bra was simple black, lacy, and barely containing the swell of my breasts beneath.He didn’t even undo the clasp. Just pulled the cups down until they spilled free, flushed and firm.His mouth was on me a second later and I
“Ryder, come on, man. Some of us actually want to see the game. It’s almost 4 p.m.,” Nate called from the other side of the door.Ryder exhaled slowly, his patience hanging by a thread. His forehead dropped to mine, his breath hot against my skin, the frustration rolling off him in waves.He sighed. “He’s annoying me.”I bit back a smirk. "Just answer him." I whispered. With a final groan, he pulled away, just slightly, his fingers still brushing against my waist. “Wait here.”I nodded, watching as he walked out of the bathroom, I followed but didn't reveal myself. He ran a hand through his already-messy hair before unlocking it.The second the door cracked open, Nate’s annoyed expression slipped into curiosity, his gaze flickering over Ryder’s shoulder. “You alone?”Ryder leaned against the doorframe, blocking the view inside. “Yeah. I told you I’d watch later.”Nate arched a brow. “That’s funny, because I could’ve sworn I heard—”“Just go, man.” Ryder sighed, exasperated. “I want t
The bathroom was as luxurious as the rest of the penthouse.Marble floors, a massive walk-in shower, sleek counters, dim lighting that made everything feel expensive.Ryder was already at the sink, grabbing a towel. “Sit,” he said, motioning toward the black vanity stool beside the counter.I ignored him, leaning against the doorframe instead. “I’ll stand.”He shot me a look but didn’t argue.Then, without hesitation, he grabbed the hem of his shirt and pulled it over his head.Fuck.I forced myself to keep my eyes on his face. Not on the well-defined abs. Not on the firm chest. Not on the deep V-line disappearing beneath the waistband of his sweats.Ryder smirked as he caught me looking. “Eyes up here, darling.”I scowled. “I wasn’t looking. Don't flatter yourself."I gulped as he took off his sweat. Fuck. Keep your eyes up Evie. Eyes up. Nor the first time you are seeing a hot guy stop acting like some blushing teenager. He hummed in amusement before turning and stepping into the s
I noticed the conflict in Ryder’s expression.It was subtle, barely there, but I caught it—the way his jaw tightened, the way his fingers flexed against the counter like he was holding something back.His lips parted, then closed again.And then, finally, he exhaled. “Evie… there’s nothing you can do.”My stomach clenched. “What?”“There’s nothing I can do, either. Not the way you want or expect me to.”I shook my head. “You want to help, but you won’t?” My voice rose. “They—she—deserves to rot, Ryder.”His fingers pressed against the marble. “You think I don’t know that?”“Then why—"“Because, Evie, how do you expect me to bring Sienna down when her mother is a judge?” His tone was sharp now, frustration bleeding through. “Think about it. Even if you take this to court, her mother will make sure it doesn’t even see a trial.”I swallowed. “There has to be a way—”“If you want to do this,” he said, voice calmer now, but firm, dangerous, “you have to break her support first. And even th
My eyes raked over Nate’s body, his abs, his full chest, the way his Adam Apple bobbed and his pouty lips , but only for a second. I schooled my face to remain neutral, whatever blush that wanted to rise up died instantly when I thought of what they did to someone innocent. I wasn’t here for this.Did I expect to see him shirtless? No. But I knew why I was here and it was expected for third year students to show their so called and and muscles when home alone and doing workouts. So, I straightened my shoulders and lifted my chin. "Can I come in?"Cold. Detached. I didn’t have time to pretend like I wasn’t pissed.Nate arched a brow, stepping aside. "By all means."I walked past him, eyes barely flickering toward Ryder, who was watching me closely, unreadable.The second I stepped inside—I took it all in.The penthouse was insane.It wasn’t just luxury—it was the kind of place you saw in magazines. Designed to intimidate.The walls were a deep charcoal gray, sleek and modern, with