My Biker Stepbrother

“Who can't control themself now?” I smirked, certain I had gained the upper hand despite the arousal soaking my underwear. His jaws flexed as he closed in on me, his hands on either sides of the island, his musky scent invading my senses. My gaze involuntarily went to his bare chest, trailing the muscled planes, the six packed abs, and finally settled on the visible bulge in his sweatpants. He grabbed my hand and placed it on his erection, his eyes lidded with lust. I stifled a moan at the sheer size of him. “I never said I could control myself around you, Princess.” . . . Stephanie expected to hate her stepbrother even before she moved in. He was everything she wasn't. Charming, easygoing, but with an ego the size of Mount Everest. He infuriated her in ways no one had ever done, but he also managed to tempt her. She hated being vulnerable, but he managed to make her reveal her vulnerability. When the step siblings were brought together by their shared love for motorcycles and the zeal to destroy an opponent, they were forced to put their differences aside for their goal. It was just supposed to be for one weekend. Right? She wasn't going to fall for him, not when he was forbidden in every way possible. He was her stepbrother, her nemesis, and she loathed him. It didn't matter that he was the only one that made her heart race with excitement at the mere sight of him.