| BURNING DESIRE |

"Go fuck yourself."

He steps forward. The hallway is dark, but I can still see the hunger in his eyes. Not lust. Something worse. Obsession.

"I do. Every night." He grins. "But I always think about your face when I come."

I push past him - or try to - but he moves faster. He grabs my wrist, shoves me back against the wall so hard I hear the thud echo.

His breath is hot against my face. His body presses into mine. Every muscle hard. Every inch of him screaming control.

"You're pissed because you liked it," he growls. "The way I looked at you at dinner. The way I talked to you like you were a fucking whore."

"Shut up-"

"No. You're gonna listen."

He presses in harder. I feel it. The truth of him. Hard against my thigh. A threat. A promise.

"You're not my brother, Aryan. Never were. So stop pretending this is wrong."

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They're not blood. They're not brothers. But when obsession crosses the line, hate turns into something far more dangerous - desire.

A dark, taboo romance between two stepbrothers who crave what they should never touch.