Hailey’s POV
I sat on the edge of the guest bed in the dim room, knees pulled to my chest, the locked door the only thing keeping the chaos of the party at bay.
My heart was still sprinting.
My skin felt too tight.
And between my thighs… God.
The image wouldn’t leave me.
Violet’s back arched under the shower spray, water streaming in rivulets over the curve of her spine, down the swell of her ass.
Luca behind her—tall, broad, every muscle carved and gleaming—gripping her hip with white-knuckled fingers while he drove into her with slow, punishing strokes.
The way her breasts bounced with each thrust.
The way her mouth fell open on that filthy, desperate moan:
“Oh f**k—Luca—stepbrother—harder—”
The word echoed in my head like a drumbeat.
Stepbrother.
The taboo
