He's my stepbrother. He's twelve years older. He's a real estate mogul.
And he's decided my cherry belongs to him.
I'm supposed to avoid Zachary. Supposed to stay out of his way now that our parents are married.
But when I faint by the pool and end up straddling his lap, everything changes.
I feel exactly how much he wants me. And he feels how innocent I am.
"Have you ever been kissed?" he demands, his eyes dark and possessive.
My face burns. I can't answer.
But he reads my silence. Reads my body. Reads every inexperienced tremor.
"Good," he growls. "That means I get to be your first. For everything."
I should say no. Should run. Should tell him this is wrong.
Instead, I let him into my bedroom that night. Let him touch me in ways I've never been touched. Let him teach me what my body is capable of.
"You're mine now," he breathes against my neck. "Every moan. Every gasp. Every untouched part of you."
This is taboo. Forbidden in every way that matters.
He's my stepbrother. The age gap makes it worse. Our parents live in the same house.
But Zachary doesn't care about rules. Only about claiming what he's decided belongs to him.
And my body? It's already his.
Every night he takes more. Prepares me. Stretches me. Makes me crave the moment he finally claims my innocence completely.
When that night comes, there's no going back.
