“I don’t believe in God, Skye,” he whispered, his voice like dark velvet, as his strong hands gripped my waist and effortlessly lifted me from his lap. He placed me onto his desk, trapping me in his smoldering gaze. “But if I did, I’d thank him for making you.”A shuddering breath escaped me as his hands slid under the hem of my skirt, fingertips teasing the delicate lace of my panties.“Levi,” I managed to whisper, my voice trembling with a mix of fear and forbidden desire, “You’re my brother.”He let out a low, wicked chuckle, his lips brushing against the shell of my ear. “Stepbrother,” he corrected, his tone dripping with sinful intent.Before I could protest, his hand slipped beneath the lace, finding the heat of my bare skin. His fingers pressed against me in a way that made my body betray my mind. Just as my lips parted with a helpless moan, he captured my mouth with his, devouring every sound I made as his touch plunged me into a spiral of pleasure and pain I couldn’t escape.When my mother remarried and uprooted my life to move me across the country, I thought I’d lost everything. What I didn’t expect to find in my new home was him—Levi Blackwood. Cold. Magnetic. Sinfully beautiful. The boy every girl whispered about and warned me to stay away from.But the danger wasn’t just in his reputation. It was in the way his sharp gaze lingered on me too long, the way his presence wrapped around me like a dark, forbidden promise. He was the one thing I couldn’t have.Levi had a way of breaking things—rules, hearts, and my carefully constructed walls. He didn’t just tempt me; he consumed me. I thought I could be different, that I could matter to him in a way no one else did. But I was wrong.To Levi, I wasn’t his sister. I was his secret. His possession. His favorite toy.And even as I felt myself unraveling in his hands, I knew one truth: some secrets are meant to destroy you.