Wicked Stepbrother

BULLY. STEPBROTHER. STRAIGHT.

Kent was the monster under my bed. Cruel. Violent. And completely off-limits. Five years later, he’s banging on my door in the rain, homeless and desperate. I should have left the chain on. Instead, I let him in.
Big mistake.
Now, my apartment feels like a cage. Kent watches me with eyes that don’t look like a brother’s. He looks through my phone. He scares off my dates. He invades every inch of my space, claiming he’s just “looking out for me.”

He says he hates who I am. He says he’s straight. But when I bring another man home, Kent doesn’t just get angry. He gets possessive.
He was my tormentor once. Now, he’s about to become my ruin.