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

　　All three of us sat in the bathtub, the warm water soothing my tense, aching muscles. Their hands moved smoothly over my skin, washing me gently- so different from how they had been in the kitchen downstairs.


　　"Bastard," I muttered, as Chase slowly tickled the sponge over my back, the warm, foamy water providing some relief. But the ache persisted, a reminder of being slammed against the fridge repeatedly because he had decided he wanted to fuck me that way. Maybe there were even fractures in my spine. Who knew! After all I was being handled by beasts!


　　"Well, I guess he deserves that," Devon said, as if he had been a perfect gentleman. Yet he had actually been the one to grab the back of my neck, force my face down to the floor, and ruthlessly take me from behind. Now his hands gently massaged my feet, a stark contrast to how they had gripped my thighs, his lingering handprints still visible.


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