It was supposed to be a normal sibling bond. Crossing that line was never part of the plan, but Tiffany had other ideas—especially when all she wanted was to be with her irresistibly hot stepbrother.
A soft gasp escaped my lips as I gripped the sides of the chair, biting down on my lower lip with my eyes closed.
Damn! This is what I want, what I’ve been craving.
Anticipation surged through me as Luciano’s fingers teased the edge of my pants, ready to move them aside. Then he stopped.
"You need to be a good girl and wait," he murmured, his voice rough. "I want to hear you beg for it."
A wicked smirk spread across his face as he watched me hastily adjust my skirt and close my legs. I can’t believe I almost let that happen.
Damn it!
"You’re such a jerk!" I muttered through clenched teeth.
Luciano just shrugged and headed toward the entrance of our father’s mansion.
"I can be your favorite jerk," he replied with a smirk.
Book 1 / 3.
