Stepbrother's Dark Desire

Winter
He slide his hand beneath my dress, fingers brushing against my skin as he grip my thigh, squeezing it with enough force to make sure I feels every bit of his dominance.
Slowly, deliberately, he move his hand upwards, fingertips tracing the curve of my panties.
The fabric feels delicate and fragile under his touch. With a decisive yank, he rip them away, the sound of tearing fabric filling the silence.
As he tear the fabric away, my gasp is sharp, a sound of both shock and vulnerability that fuels his sense of power. He smirk, relishing the control he wield over me, the way my body flinches at his touch.
Zion
Craving her felt like a betrayal of everything I knew was right.
Loving her seemed to defy all moral boundaries.
She exuded innocence and seemed untouchable—too perfect, too pure for a flawed man like me.
But I couldn't resist the pull of desire.
I took her, claimed her as mine.
Together, we ignored the warnings, following the relentless beat of our hearts, blissfully forgetting one crucial truth:
Love was never supposed to be simple or straightforward. And a love as fierce and consuming as ours was never meant to endure the trials that awaited us.