BULLY. STEPBROTHER. STRAIGHT.
Kent was the monster under my bed. Cruel. Violent. And completely off-limits. Five years later, he’s banging on my door in the rain, homeless and desperate. I should have left the chain on.
Instead, I let him in. Big mistake. Now, my apartment feels like a cage. Kent watches me with eyes that don’t look like a brother’s. He looks through my phone. He scares off my dates.
He invades every inch of my space, claiming he’s just “looking out for me.”
He says he hates who I am. He says he’s straight. But when I bring another man home, Kent doesn’t just get angry. He gets possessive. He was my tormentor once. Now, he’s about to become my ruin.
