Possessive Stepbrother

I don't give a flying f*ck if my absentee father got married and acquired a new daughter.

But it's an entirely different matter when he dumps her on my front door a day before Halloween. Because I'd rather have someone who wears a hockey mask and carries a machete for a roommate.

I don't get much choice because she's already here, so I just have to suffer in her presence for one night. Just one. Then, I'll go send her to another apartment complex and never have to see her ever again.

At least, that's the plan before I see her.

When I get home, Raven sits on the stairs, head down and shoulders slumped.

The girl looks up, and the vision rips the soul clean off my body.

Is she for real? How can someone look this beautiful? Are my eyes playing tricks on me? There's no way. There's just no way.

But she is. And whatever fiery anger I initially felt quickly morphs into something else-something darker, deeper, and more intense. OBSESSION.

It's more than just a potent desire to have her. I get this primal need to protect her and keep her safe.

Whoever touches or hurts her is a dead man.

If anyone wants to test that, there's only one thing they can do...

F*ck around and find out.