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My new stepbrother!
So you’re the charity case.
You wouldn’t survive the lesson.
Dante walked in.
I’m not a babysitter!
They’re going to think I’m fucking you.
This new guy was just... kind!
You’re really going to flirt with someone else in front of me?
I dare you!
You say that like you didn’t beg me to kiss you with your eyes.
Library. Now. Come alone.
Then why do I dream about choking the breath out of any guy who touches you?
How do you stop wanting your own stepbrother?
I saw what you wrote for me!
Hey, stepsis!
I slapped him.
Don’t pretend your body didn’t beg for more.
And then—his mouth crashed into mine.
Don’t pretend you didn’t love every second of my hands on you.
Dante’s stepsister. God, what a slut!
You’re embarrassing to be seen with.
He kissed her in the hallway and now he’s ignoring her. Classic Dante.
Touch him again, and next time, I’ll pour bleach in that pathetic little mouth of yours.
Did I say you could touch me?
Whatever I want.
His touch was what finally shattered my composure.
You can either strip it off, or I will!
You don’t get to touch her again. Not you. Not anyone.
Telling them all you’re mine!
You didn’t have to do that!
I shouldn’t have kissed you.
One more touch and I’ll ruin her. Completely. Beyond repair. Beyond recognition.
The hunger in me roared, a primal, untamed beast.
I kissed her. Hard. Possessive. Starving.
You want to stop me?
My hands roamed her wet skin, tracing the delicate curve of her waist, then gripping her hips, holding her impossibly close.
I rewarded her with a thrust of my fingers so deep, so precise, that she cried out...
Why are you shirtless?
New girl for him?
What the fuck is going on with you?
No. No, don’t you fucking twist this, Liana.
Stay the fuck away from me.
You treat me like a fucking stranger after what we did.
What the fuck was happening?
Why did it hurt so fucking much?
Just silence.
Tired of pretending.
So why does it still feel like this?
What the fuck had I done?
You think I’ll let you forget?
She wanted war?
“I think I just made the biggest mistake of my life.”
“Say goodbye to your peace, baby!"
“Why are they looking at me like that?”
"Poor little bitch can’t even keep her legs closed."
"What the hell are you doing out here?"
“Dante,” she whispered, her nails digging into my back. “Harder. Faster.”
You smell like heaven!
"Regrets? Or are you plotting how to kick me out?”
"But it scared me too, Dante. Feeling this much for you. What if you break me again?"
“It was reckless. We almost got caught when they came back early.”
And why is the room so steamy? It smells like... men's cologne in here.
We’re not supposed to be… this. Stepsiblings, remember?
Tell me you feel it too.
I’ve never felt like this with anyone else.
“Anything for you, sis.”
Feel that, babygirl?
Remember last night? How you trembled when I went down on you?
“Dante, I’m close…” she gasped against my lips.
"Baby, we need to go. Fix yourself."
"It'll make the show more interesting."
"Open your legs just a little wider. Let her ghost see what she'll never get—what's all mine."
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She wanted war?
Dante’s POV
Crack.
The sound was sharp, brutal, impossibly loud in the echoing silence of the marble hallway. It wasn't just the sound of skin against skin; it was the sound of my world splintering. Her hand. Her fucking hand across my face.
It didn't just sting; it seared, a brand of humiliation...