I never planned to fall for him. Blake is older. Brooding. Scarred from a past he won’t talk about. He fixes everything he touches—except himself. And now he’s looking at me like I’m something he wants to claim, ruin, keep. It started with accidental touches. A kiss that should never have happened. His rough voice in my ear, saying my name like it belongs to him. And then it got dirtier. Hotter. Addictive. The world says it’s wrong. My body says it’s inevitable. And my heart? It whispers the one thing I’m terrified to admit out loud— I love my stepbrother.