Sinful Stepbrothers

My old man decides to spring a surprise wedding on us. Great. Just what I need—another reason to suck it up for the family. I’d rather be at my tattoo parlor, inking my next masterpiece, but hey, for Dad? I’ll grin and bear it. The ceremony? A snooze-fest. Champagne? Please. Whiskey’s the only thing that’s gonna get me through this misery. I’m just about to make my escape when she appears. She’s an angel in a dress—big brown eyes that could melt steel, a smile that could start a fire. And just like that, the sour mood I’ve been dragging around is gone.

The guy who steps up to me at my mom and new stepdad’s wedding is a walking contradiction. He’s huge. Like, ridiculously big. His shoulders practically block the light, and his chest—don’t get me started on his chest—makes me forget how to breathe. And he’s not just a muscle-bound nightmare; he’s got this cocky, arrogant smile that makes him look like he knows exactly what he’s doing to me.

She's the sweetest little angel I've ever laid eyes on—blonde hair that shines like sunlight, emerald eyes that pierce straight through me. I want to drop to my knees and worship every inch of her. But then I find out... she's my new stepsister. Forbidden. Off limits. But that doesn’t stop the obsession from sinking deep. Now, all I can do is watch, lurking in the shadows, a silent protector. Security’s my thing, after all.