For ten years, I’ve hated my stepbrother. Jax Donovan — the arrogant, six-foot-four hockey god who calls me “bookworm” and lives to make my life hell. The man I secretly crave every single night. He’s the star rookie dominating the ice. I’m the straight-A med student who pretends to despise him under the same roof. We’ve spent a decade fighting, teasing, and torturing each other — until the night he snapped. In the team shower, he pinned me against the wall, thick cock buried deep inside me, and growled: “Call me Daddy while I fuck this tight little pussy I’ve waited ten years to ruin.” Now there’s no going back. In his Tahoe… under the family dinner table… in my lecture hall… on the championship ice… even while our parents sleep downstairs — he takes me hard, raw, and without mercy. Filling me with his cum, marking me, claiming me. He’s dangerously possessive. He wants to breed me. He doesn’t care if the world burns — as long as I’m his. I should run. But when the man I’ve hated for ten years holds me close and whispers “I’ve loved you since the day I met you,” I only want him deeper. This forbidden stepbrother is my biggest sin… and my ultimate addiction.