Chapter 1

That night, I got up to get some water from the living room.

Just as I took a step, I noticed Vincent’s door was slightly ajar, and faint, strange noises drifted out from inside.

When I realized my brother wasn’t sleeping but secretly using my lingerie for that, I could hardly believe my eyes.

This was too embarrassing!

I fled back to my room like a thief, threw myself onto the bed, and covered my burning face.

Earlier, the stifling heat had woken me up. I slipped on my silk nightgown and headed to the kitchen for water.

But as soon as I moved, I spotted Vincent’s door slightly open, the sound of soft panting coming from inside.

What was he doing?

Unable to resist my curiosity, I tiptoed closer, pressing my ear to the crack.

The noises grew clearer as I approached.

Peering through the dim moonlight, I saw him sitting at his desk, headphones on, eyes fixed on his computer screen—watching that kind of movie.

I gasped, covering my mouth. Though I’d suspected, seeing it for real froze me in place.

Just as I was about to sneak away, something on his desk caught my attention.

A familiar lavender fabric peeked out from beneath his moving hand—my lingerie!

The discovery made my head spin.

Dazed, I stumbled back to my room and collapsed onto the bed, trembling.

Vincent Lowell was my stepbrother. After Mom and his dad remarried, they went on monthly trips together.

This time, they’d left us alone for a week.

But I never imagined this would happen.

With our parents gone… would he take this chance to devour me whole?