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Emily's POV

I’ve hated my stepbrother since the day Mom married his dad. Hated how cocky he is, how his gym-rat body fills every doorway like he owns the space, how he smirks like he already knows every filthy thought I’ve ever had about him. But mostly I hate that I touch myself to the idea of him catching me, pinning me down, and fucking the hate right out of me until I’m crying his name and begging for more.

Last night he did catch me.

I was in my room, door cracked because the AC in this stupid house never quite reaches the corners. Phone propped on my...