Its forbidden. Taboo. Were stepsiblings—and total opposites.
After a brutal breakup, I have nowhere to go.
He demands I stay with him—my older stepbrother.
The one with the dangerous grin and the filthy reputation.
Hes mafia.
Cruel when crossed. Ruthless in business.
And phenomenal in bed.
Despite my panties melting at the idea of him, I push back
But if you tell him, no, he claims. Punishes. Owns.
He calls me a good girl—but only when Im being bad.
Were opposites with nothing in common but the fire we make.
I was just supposed to sleep under his roof.
Not in his bed with his fingers exploring places no ones been.
