My phone rings, slicing through the fog of sleep. I flinch, but my hands ache, heavy and useless. Not just my hands—my whole body is a throbbing reminder of last night, as if ten men had taken turns breaking me.
I try to move, to sit up, but a hard grip clamps around my waist. My stomach knots, and reality crashes in: it's not pain from a beating. It's something darker, hotter—sex. I'm naked, lying against a man whose body is carved from some impossible dream—broad shoulders, defined chest, arms that could crush and cradle me at the same time. His dark hair is tousled, lips parted, and for a heartbeat, I can't breathe.
Memories crawl back in jagged fragments. Yesterday was chaos. My mother—my mother—married into the Lancaster family. And I… I hadn't even known. The shock hits me again, raw and bitter.
Then the party, a blur of champagne and laughter I couldn't feel. I had drifted to a corner, mind swirling, drowning in the chaos and the alcohol. And there he was—Rhett Lancaster. My stepbrother.
"Hey… handsome," I had slurred, teasing even as my mind swam.
"Why don't you let me ride you? See how you look with me under you?"
"and ... I would loved to see your pretty face while cuming" how i wishpered in his ear.
Oh. My. God.
The things I'd said. The things I'd done. How my hands had clawed at his shirt, yanked at his zipper—my own body betraying me.
I bury my face in my hands. "Kill me now…"
Beside me, Rehtt shifts. His arm, heavy and possessive, coils tighter around my waist. His deep, husky voice brushes against my ear as he nuzzles closer.
"What happened?" he murmurs, dangerous and low.
"Wanna go another round?"
My breath catches. My heart pounds so fast it hurts.
Why did I sleep with him? My mind screams at me, wild and relentless.Any other man like him, and I would've been glad to be pinned down.
But not him.
Not Rhett Lancaster.