I was only supposed to spend the summer at my mom and stepfather’s house. Get through three months. Survive the awkwardness of a blended family.
Then I met Cade.
My thirty-five-year-old stepbrother. Who’s also staying for the summer.
He’s everything I shouldn’t want. Fourteen years older. Commanding. Possessive. And completely forbidden.
The way he stares makes my skin burn. The way he corners me in dark hallways makes my breath catch. The way he touches me when our parents aren’t looking makes me question everything I thought I knew about right and wrong.
And then I do something reckless.
I send him a video. One that reveals my deepest, most secret fantasy.
I want him to touch me while I sleep.
I expect him to delete it. To pretend it never happened. To maintain the boundaries we’re supposed to have.
Instead, he accepts my offer.
That night, he enters my unlocked bedroom. And everything changes.
"You gave me permission," he whispers in the darkness, his hands already claiming what I offered. "Your body is mine now. Every night. Every time you close your eyes."?
The age gap should matter. The taboo should stop us. The fact that he’s my stepbrother should make this impossible.
But when I wake to his touch, to his possession, to his obsessive need to own every part of me—even in sleep—I don’t want him to stop.
I want more.
And Cade always takes what he wants.
