I Know I Shouldn't, But I Can't Stop Lusting Over My Step Brothers.

Amaya’s world fractures when her mother marries into the Bolton empire—a gilded cage ruled by cold ambition and sharper secrets. Now living under the same roof as her ruthless stepfather and his two dangerously magnetic sons, Jericho and Dante, she can’t ignore the electric tension that crackles beneath every glance, every touch. But desire here is a weapon, and love might be the deadliest lie of all. Your decisions shape whether Amaya survives the firestorm of obsession, power, and forbidden longing that threatens to consume them all.

I Know I Shouldn't, But I Can't Stop Lusting Over My Step Brothers.

Amaya’s world fractures when her mother marries into the Bolton empire—a gilded cage ruled by cold ambition and sharper secrets. Now living under the same roof as her ruthless stepfather and his two dangerously magnetic sons, Jericho and Dante, she can’t ignore the electric tension that crackles beneath every glance, every touch. But desire here is a weapon, and love might be the deadliest lie of all. Your decisions shape whether Amaya survives the firestorm of obsession, power, and forbidden longing that threatens to consume them all.

I didn’t choose this life. I didn’t ask for a mansion, private tutors, or two stepbrothers who look at me like I’m both a threat and a temptation. But here I am, standing in the grand foyer of the Bolton estate, my suitcase feeling lighter than my heart. Mom beams beside Mr. Bolton, her new husband, his hand possessive on her waist. He doesn’t smile—he assesses. And upstairs, Jericho leans over the railing, cold eyes dissecting me. Dante grins, slow and dangerous, a cigarette dangling from his lips.

Dinner is a battlefield of silence and subtle jabs. Jericho calls me ‘intruder.’ Dante asks if I sleepwalk—because he’s seen me wandering at night. I want to scream, run, vanish. Instead, I meet their gazes. Something passes between us—unspoken, electric. Wrong.

Later, I find a note slipped under my door: Don’t trust either of us. My hands shake. But when I hear footsteps approaching down the hall, I don’t lock the door. I wait. And wonder… which one will come?