CRAVING MY FORBIDDEN STEPBROTHER

Seven days on a Christmas cruise with my stepbrother shouldn't have changed everything. Callum has ignored me for eight months. Tattooed quarterback. Campus player. Certified bad boy.

He’s everything I hate.

One storm. One cold Christmas night when I find out everything I know is a lie. His mouth crashes into mine and I taste why.

“I’ve spent months imagining how you’d sound when you beg.”

Fuck.

My stepbrother isn’t the golden boy my mom thinks he is. He’s filthy. Demanding. The kind of man who knows exactly how to make a virgin scream.

Seven days trapped on this ship with him.

He teaches me what my body can take. Bends me over the balcony railing at sunrise. f***s me silent in the elevator between floors. Makes me come on his fingers during family dinner with his other hand on my thigh under the table.

I’m not supposed to want my stepbrother’s c**k in my mouth.

I’m not supposed to ride him in the hot tub at 3 AM.

I’m not supposed to let him tie my wrists to his headboard and take what he wants.

But I do. God, I do.

He ruins every innocent part of me. Marks my skin. Makes me addicted to the way he groans my name when he’s inside me.

This ends when we dock. That’s the deal.

He gives me seven days of sin wrapped in holiday cheer.We agree it ends when we dock.But when you've tasted forbidden, how do you go back to playing it safe?