What do you do when the man from a one night stand turns out to be your stepbrother? 
Do you forget that incredible night or…do you commit the same sin again and again?
For Jade Evans, caught amidst her mother's new marriage and the turmoil it brings, an alcohol-fueled encounter on the hills leads to a shocking revelation- the stranger she shared an unforgettable night with is none other than her soon-to-be stepbrother.
But that's not it- the man she encounters on the wedding day isn't the one she spent that passionate night with. Instead, he's someone closely associated with him. Now that all three of them have to stay under the same roof, surely, nothing can go wrong...right?
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"Remember when you said you'd drink me all up?" I projected my thoughts into his mind, interrupting his stream of thoughts.
His body seemed to freeze, his eyes snapping in my direction.
"What? Surprised?" I casually brought a piece of toast to my mouth, taking a bite. 
His jaw clenched visibly, clearly rattled as he lowered the glass without taking a sip, unfastening the first few buttons of his black shirt.
Fuck! I wanted to see him just as exposed as that night.
As for Chase, he didn't spare me a word. 
"I've got to admit, Stepbrother," I chuckled inwardly, confident he could hear my thoughts, "You're quite skilled at playing the 'clueless' act. If I hadn't seen your face so clearly, I might've believed that you're not Chase-"
"Devon, where's Chase, by the way?" Frank's voice abruptly interrupted, causing me to freeze in place, my eyes shooting towards him.
Did he just say... Chase?
No way. I must've misheard.

Chasing Our Stepsister

　　His method had a pull that drove me to the edge. He wielded control over my body effortlessly, a power he possessed. He could manipulate me in any manner he desired, and I would be powerless to resist. That's how good he felt!


　　Seizing Chase's jaw, I drew him into a kiss, our tongues entwining in a battle for dominance- much like his prevailing control over every aspect at that moment. Ultimately, I surrendered and his tongue consumed my senses.


　　My moans melded into the kiss as he maintained his pace, rendering me speechless. I loved the way he made me feel; his presence against me was a perfect fit, like the final piece of a puzzle slotting into place. And I knew this missing piece was about to ruin me completely. In and out.


　　Despite the perfection, Chase had his unique way of keeping me teetering on the edge. He didn't grant me release easily; the few orgasms I'd experienced came at the price of persistent pleading until he relented.


CHAPTER 23 Who Could Refuse a God?