Dear Stepbrother, I Want You.

Genie whispers against my ear, his breath warm and urgent. "This is wrong. We shouldn't be doing this." Yet his lips find mine again, tongue tracing my lower lip before he draws it between his teeth. I bite back a moan, my body betraying every rational thought.

"I know," I breathe out, heat pooling low as desire wars with conscience. "You're my stepbrother. We can't." But my actions contradict my words—I press closer to his bare chest, craving the intensity of his touch, the way his mouth claims mine with devastating certainty. We've crossed too many lines to turn back now.

"Take me, Ryder."

Three words. That's all he needs. His hands grip my thighs, lifting me effortlessly before pinning me against the wall. His gaze locks with mine, dark and possessive. "You're mine." His lips crash down on me.

I'm yours, I admit silently, surrendering completely.

**

For years, Ryder Saint made it his mission to destroy me—no reason, no mercy, just pure torment from the moment he noticed my existence. His surname promises sainthood, but he's anything but. Everything about him radiates darkness: his heart, his soul, his very essence consumed by shadow. Only his face defies the corruption within.

I managed to ignore him until our parents married, forcing us under the same roof as stepsibling rivals. Now Ryder isn't just tormenting my life—he's consuming it entirely.