My legs felt like jelly as I followed him through the dimly lit hallway, his broad back a wall of muscle moving with predatory grace. Every step made the oversized t-shirt brush against my soaked thighs, reminding me of how dripping wet I already was. *God, what the hell am I doing?* This was Damien—my stepbrother. The man who used to ignore me like I was furniture. Now his cum was still drying on my chin, and my pussy was throbbing so hard it ached with every heartbeat. I should’ve felt ashamed. Instead, all I felt was this burning, shameful need pooling low in my belly, making my clit pulse...