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Step Brother's Obsession: Our Forced Marriage [M×M]
"Mo*n louder, Raphael—let the whole palace hear who you belong to."
"I hate you. *h—Xavier!"
"If you hate me, then why are you drip*i*g all over my c*ck, little prince?"
He’s my stepbrother.
My enemy.
The man I swore to ruin. I wear my pride like armor, and my hatred like a crown.
He killed my mother. Stole my dreams. Took the throne I was born for.
And yet, on the night I was to marry another… Xavier found me drugged and trembling—and buried himself so deep inside me, I shattered.
"You were supposed to belong to him," he growled, thrusting until I sobbed, "but this h*le was made for me."
I clawed at his back, cursed him, begged for more. My body? A traitor.
"H*rd*r… F*ck, Xavier—d**per—"
"You’ll ta*e every inch and thank me."
I lied. Told the world he r***d me. Watched the king whip him bloody.
It hurt to see. But revenge tasted sweeter.
Later, I seduced his enemy. Let another man put a baby inside me—just to break him.
But Xavier—cold, ruthless, and proud—still shields me from the shadows, even as he spits hate.
And when he f*cks me, it’s war.
"You want my hate?" he snarled, balls slapping against me, "Then take it. Take every inch until you forget how to lie."
We are poison—dripping obsession, burning pride.
And we’ll burn down heaven if it means one more night like this.
Basahin
Chapter: Chapter 8: [Let Me Hate you, Just A Little Longer][Raphael’s POV] Warm. Too warm. The kind of warmth that seeps into your bones and makes fire feel like mercy. I stirred, breath shallow, eyelids fluttering against the ache pounding in my skull. My body felt too heavy, too still, like something had died and was stitched back together just enough to breathe. Where was I? This wasn’t my room. The air here was too sharp, too cold in its silence. There was a metallic scent under the warmth, like iron and blood clinging to the shadows. I shifted, and a wince tore through my body—the pull of muscles not yet healed, bruises blooming under my skin like rotten fruit. The sheets were heavy. Stifling. They pinned me down with their warmth, thick as guilt, as memory. Then the scent hit me. Cologne. Clean. Expensive. Faint, but familiar enough to make my chest twist. My skin prickled. My heart stuttered. Xavier. My lashes trembled open. I blinked slowly, trying to focus. The room was dim, the firelight flickering over stone walls
Huling Na-update: 2025-07-24
Chapter: Chapter 7: [Bounded In Fire][Raphael's Pov] [Few Hour's Later] I was burning. Not like a fever. Not like a blush. No this was something worse. My skin felt too tight. My blood moved like fire under my flesh. Every breath clawed up my throat and refused to leave. I collapsed onto my bed, drenched in sweat, limbs twitching, heat pulsing from my chest to my fingertips like a second heartbeat louder, wilder, wrong. I hear the The maids screamed. Footsteps thundered down the hall. “Raphael!” Hael burst in, nearly tripping over the rug as he crossed the room. “What’s happening to him?!” I couldn’t answer. My mouth opened, but only air came. Air and pain. My back arched violently. My hands twisted in the sheets. My nails tore through fabric. Something inside me was cracking. Something ancient and cruel and buried was clawing its way out. “I—I can’t breathe—” I rasped, but it didn’t sound like my voice. “Get the physician!” Hael shouted. “Now!” A blur of white. Shaking hands. Cold fingers pressed aga
Huling Na-update: 2025-07-24
Chapter: Chapter 6: [The One Who Burn's Me: Your Monster Now] [Raphael’s POV] The moment the King’s voice thundered through the throne room—“Throw him in the dungeon”—a silence dropped like a blade across the floor. It wasn’t shock. No, shock would have faded by now. This silence was heavier, darker. Like a funeral bell that refused to stop ringing. Every noble, every advisor, every guard in the gilded court stilled, as if afraid to breathe in case it made them complicit. Even the banners seemed to stop swaying. because everyone one know what type of punishment's are waiting in the dungeon, It's a hell in earth for humans. But Xavier… he didn’t flinch. He didn’t scream, didn’t plead, didn’t even look at the King. His back was torn open—flesh raw, blood still trickling between his shoulder blades where the whip had carved its sins. His shirt hung in scarlet shreds, clinging to the wounds like a shroud. But his spine? Still straight. His jaw? Set like a soldier ready to die with his name clean. And then… he turned his head. He looke
Huling Na-update: 2025-07-23
Chapter: Chapter 5: [Sweet Revenge:The Fall Of The General] Raphael vs Xavier: Full Daylight Showdown [Before the King summons Xavier] The sun hung high above the palace yard, casting a ruthless blaze across the cracked training grounds. The scent of sweat and scorched earth filled the air, thick and punishing. Xavier’s boots struck the ground in rhythmic, unforgiving precision, each thud a command, each move deliberate. His wooden sword collided with his opponent’s shield, sending a harsh crack echoing through the yard. But his eyes.....sharp, steel gray.....weren’t on the man before him. They were somewhere else entirely. Back in that cursed room. Back in that silken bed where sunlight had slipped between bare bodies and unspoken sins. Raphael’s trembling form haunted him like a ghost. His pale fingers gripping Xavier’s shoulder. The faint warmth of his breath against his chest, and the rasped whisper of his name—broken, fevered, drugged or not, real or not, Xavier didn’t know anymore. He’d left him there. Still gasping. Still
Huling Na-update: 2025-07-22
Chapter: Chapter 4: [His Taste: My Ruin][Xavier’s POV]Sunlight was useless on the battlefield.Here, it only burned like shame.I stood in the training grounds, sweat dripping down my spine, my breath shallow from restraint. The soldiers gave me space, too much space. They didn’t speak. Didn’t dare meet my eyes. They could feel the storm brewing beneath my skin....a fury that had no name, no direction, only fire.My knuckles were already bleeding from where they’d met the wooden sparring post. The sting of torn skin wasn’t enough. Nothing was enough.I slammed my fist into it again.The image kept returning. His voice. That filthy, ruined whimper he made when I sank into him. His lashes fluttering, lips trembling, skin flushed and hot. His body beneath mine.....open, slick, desperate.He said he hated me.He begged me not to stop.I should’ve stopped. I should’ve walked away before it even started. I should’ve thrown cold water over his body, dragged him to the King like a loyal subject. Like a good brother.But no.I fuck
Huling Na-update: 2025-07-22
Chapter: Chapter 3: [Beautifully Ruined] The morning arrived with no mercy, no warmth. It did not creep in with the hopeful glow of sunlight or the gentle melody of birdsong, but with silence so heavy it felt like judgment. Shame settled over me first. And then—worse than shame—satisfaction. [Raphael Pov] My eyes fluttered open slowly, my lids sticking slightly as if my body was reluctant to face the aftermath. The soft, pale light leaking through the curtains was too kind for what I felt. My head throbbed faintly, but it was nothing compared to the ache low in my spine. The sheets beneath me were damp and rumpled, clinging to my skin. When I shifted, a sharp sting radiated between my thighs, forcing a tight breath through clenched teeth. I froze. There was something wrong. Something violated. Tender. Marked. My fingers trembled as I slid them beneath the sheets, down between my legs. My breath caught. The sensation was raw, the skin there swollen and sticky with dried fluids. Some patches had a crusted texture tha
Huling Na-update: 2025-07-22
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