Masked Sins (Ravaged Castle, #4)

by Amanda Richardson

I’d been ignoring the obvious for months now—that I was attracted to my stepbrother.

Low laughter rumbles in his chest. “I’m addicted to you. Everything about you.”

“I branded you with my initial,” he murmurs, hand smoothing over the skin of my hips, like he can’t stop touching me. “Good,” I tell him, twisting around and placing both hands around his neck. “Because I’ve been yours for a very long time without even realizing it.”

Somehow, he’s managed to effortlessly carve out a space in my heart without me even realizing it. Like he’s always belonged there, quietly and patiently finding his way in. Like he’s been waiting for me to catch up.

I gently kiss her forehead and place my mouth against her temple. “Thank you for choosing me,” I whisper.