SOPHIA

My fingers trembled as I scrolled through the folder on my phone. The first photo was me — two years ago, sitting in a campus coffee shop, laughing with friends, completely unaware I was being watched. Before our parents ever met. Before Cain Hilton became my stepbrother.

He had been stalking me. Planning this.

Horror and a sick, twisted thrill warred inside my chest. I was still naked, the heavy collar locked around my throat, his cum from last night dried on my thighs. Cain slept soundly beside me, his powerful body relaxed, cock soft but still intimidating against his thigh.

This was my chance.

I slipped out of...