** Maya sat up fast, the sheet slipping down around her waist.
Her heart hammered so hard she could hear it in her ears.
She stared at Damian’s phone, the words burning into her brain.
**Dad: Did you meet your stepsister Maya yet?
Your mom wants to know.** “What the fuck is this?” she demanded, her voice shaking.
She grabbed the sheet and pulled it up to cover herself.
Just minutes ago she had been moaning his name, legs wrapped around him.
Now this?
Damian cursed under his breath and set the phone down.
He looked at her, eyes dark and intense, but not surprised.
That part scared her more than anything.
“Maya, calm down.
Let me explain.” “Explain?” She scrambled off the bed, searching for her dress on the floor.
“You know my name.
Your dad just called me your stepsister.
How the hell do you know who I am?” He got up too, not bothering to cover himself.
His body was all hard muscle and smooth skin, the same body that had been inside her most of the night.
Maya hated how her eyes still lingered on him even now.
“I’ve known for a while,” Damian said quietly.
He ran a hand through his messy hair.
“My dad married your mom two years ago.
They kept it quiet.
Really quiet.
Your mom didn’t want you or your dad finding out yet.” Maya froze with her dress half on.
“That’s bullshit.
My mom would never…” But even as she said it, pieces clicked.
The late nights, the secret phone calls, how stressed her mom had been.
“Why?
Why hide it?” Damian stepped closer.
“I don’t know the full story.
Dad said your mom was scared it would mess up your family.
She made him promise not to tell anyone until she was ready.” Maya’s head spun.
She had just fucked her stepbrother.
Her secret stepbrother.
The thought made her stomach twist, but heat pooled between her legs at the same time.
What the hell was wrong with her?
“I need to go,” she muttered, pulling her dress down.
Damian caught her wrist gently but firm.
“Don’t.
Not like this.” His voice dropped lower.
“Last night wasn’t just some dare for me.
The second you kissed me I knew who you were.
And I still wanted you.” His words hit her like a slap.
He had known.
The whole time he touched her, he knew she was his stepsister.
“You asshole,” she whispered.
But she didn’t pull away.
Damian pulled her closer.
Their bodies pressed together, heat building again.
“Tell me to stop and I will.” Maya should have slapped him.
Instead she kissed him first this time, angry and desperate.
He groaned into her mouth and lifted her up, carrying her back to the bed.
He dropped her on the mattress and climbed over her, pushing her dress up again.
“No condom this time,” she breathed.
“I’m on the pill.” He didn’t hesitate.
He spread her legs and thrust inside her in one smooth motion.
Maya cried out, back arching.
He felt even better raw, hot and thick, filling every inch.
Damian fucked her hard, like he was trying to prove something.
The headboard slammed against the wall with each deep stroke.
“Fuck, Maya,” he groaned.
“You’re so tight.
So perfect.” She dug her nails into his back, meeting every thrust.
The anger mixed with the pleasure made everything more intense.
He reached between them and rubbed her clit fast and rough until she came hard, shaking and moaning his name.
He followed seconds later, burying himself deep and spilling inside her with a low growl.
They lay there afterward, breathing heavily.
Sweat cooled on their skin.
Maya stared at the ceiling, mind racing.
“This is so fucked up.” “Yeah,” Damian agreed.
He turned on his side and looked at her.
“But I don’t regret it.
Do you?” She didn’t answer right away.
Part of her wanted to run.
Another part wanted him to fuck her again.
“I don’t know.” He traced a finger down her stomach.
“Stay a little longer.
We need to talk about this.” They talked while he made coffee in the kitchen.
He told her what little he knew — his dad and her mom had met at some work event, fell hard, got married fast and secret.
Her mom kept making excuses to delay telling everyone.
Maya checked her phone.
Missed calls from her mom.
Guilt hit her hard.
“I have to get home.” Before she left, Damian pulled her in for one more kiss.
It started soft but turned hungry fast.
He bent her over the kitchen counter, flipped her dress up, and took her from behind again.
Quick and dirty.
Maya came fast, biting her lip to stay quiet, his hand over her mouth as he finished inside her.
“Text me when you get home,” he said as she finally walked out the door.
The whole ride back in the taxi, Maya’s mind wouldn’t shut up.
She had a stepbrother.
She had slept with him — multiple times.
And she still felt the ache between her legs, wanting more.
When she got home, her mom was waiting in the living room.
She looked tired, eyes worried.
“Where were you all night, Maya?
I called you.” “Out with the girls,” Maya lied.
She couldn’t look her mom in the eye.
“The club was fun.” Her mom nodded but seemed distracted.
“We need to talk soon.
There’s something I’ve been meaning to tell you.” Maya’s stomach twisted again.
“Yeah?
About what?” Before her mom could answer, her phone buzzed.
A text from an unknown number.
**Damian: Can’t stop thinking about being inside you.
Come over tonight.** She deleted it fast, cheeks burning.
This was dangerous.
But the thought of going back to him already made her wet again.
Later that evening, while her mom was in the shower, Maya slipped out.
She told herself it was just to get answers.
But deep down she knew she was lying.
Damian opened his door wearing only sweatpants.
He didn’t say a word.
Just pulled her inside and kissed her like he’d been waiting hours.
They didn’t make it past the couch.
He pushed her down, spread her legs, and ate her out until she came twice on his tongue.
Then he fucked her slow and deep, looking into her eyes the whole time.
“You’re mine now,” he whispered as he came inside her again.
“Stepbrother or not.” Maya moaned, holding him tighter.
She knew this was wrong.
But stopping felt impossible.
What she didn’t know was that her mom had followed her that night and saw her going into Damian’s building.