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CHAPTER 003: Meeting The Wrong Brother
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2025-03-18 17:05:22I drag Finn by his jacket all the way to my company's parking lot, ignoring his protests.
The moment we're in front of his car, I whirl around to face him. “What is wrong with you?” I ask. “You seriously want to crash your ex’s wedding? Have you completely lost your mind?” Finn runs a hand through his hair. “I need closure, Sloane.” “No, Finn. You need professional help. Therapy.” “I can’t just sit still and watch the woman I love marry someone else.” God. I want to punch him in the face. I want to kiss him until he forgets Delilah Crestfield ever existed. I want to scream until I shake the stars loose from the sky. “So what’s the plan, huh? You gonna storm the aisle? Ruin her big day? Shove the groom off the altar and declare your undying love like some cliché rom-com protagonist? Jesus, Finn, you’re better than this.” “I don’t want to destroy the wedding,” he mutters. “I just… I need her to look me in the eyes and tell me it’s over.” My breath catches. I hate him. I hate how stupidly, pathetically in love with Delilah he still is. How after everything—after the endless heartbreaks—he still thinks she hung the sun, moon, and stars. “Well, I’m not going with you,” I say. “Why not?” “Because I don't want to.” “You’re going, Sloane. End of discussion.” “I am not.” “I need you.” Oh. There it is. The words that crack me open and leave me bleeding all over this parking lot. I hate how my pulse jumps. Hate how he still has this power over me. “If things… don’t exactly go as planned,” he continues, stepping closer, “I need my best friend beside me. I’m not sure I’ll survive on my own if Delilah goes through with this wedding.” Of course he needs me. He always needs me. I’ve been stitching Finn back together for so long, I could probably rebuild him from memory. I know every crack, every fracture. I’ve held the broken pieces of him in my hands and pressed them back into place more times than I can count. But I’m tired. I’m so tired of loving him when he’s never even thought to love me back. I swallow the lump in my throat and force myself to meet his eyes. “I’m not your emotional support animal, Finn.” “Please, Sloane. I wouldn't ask if it wasn't important.” And just like that, I cave. Because I’m weak. Because I’m pathetic. Because I love him. I will always love him. “Fine,” I say. “But when this inevitably blows up in your face, I’m not picking up the pieces this time.” Even as I say it, we both know it's a lie. Finn grins, that boyish, lopsided smile that makes my heart skip. "Deal." “Did you at least get me a first-class ticket?” “You know I don't do economy, Sloane.” “Whatever.” I turn on my heel and march back to the office. We’re really doing this. We’re really flying across the country to crash his ex’s wedding. What could possibly go wrong? ~~~ [[Seven weeks later]] I’ve been waiting at Asheville Regional Airport for over an hour, my suitcase propped against my legs. Finn was supposed to meet me the moment I landed. But of course, Finn Hartley, master of emotional chaos and poor decision-making, is nowhere to be found. I’ve tried calling him. No answer. Tried texting. Left on read. I check my phone for the hundredth time. Still nothing. The battery's at 12%—just enough to call an Uber and find the nearest hotel if I have to. I'm seconds away from throwing my phone against a wall when I hear the low purr of an engine that sounds like it crawled straight out of hell—a deep, thunderous growl that makes several people nearby turn and stare. I raise my head just in time to see a monstrous black Ford Mustang Shelby GT500 glide to a stop in front of me. The window rolls down, and—God help me—the man behind the wheel looks like sin itself. He’s beautiful in a way that feels wrong. Dangerous. Sharp-jawed, dark-haired, and dressed in all black like he's either about to commit arson or murder. His eyes drag over me from head to toe, sizing me up. I resist the urge to smooth down my travel-rumpled clothes or fix my hair. "Sloane Mercer?" he says. I blink. "Who are you?" "I guess you can call me the wrong brother," he replies. "What?" "Forgive my manners," he says, his voice smooth, deep, and annoyingly sexy. "I’m Knox Hartley. Finn's brother. Finn sent me to chauffeur you to our parents' house."
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Craving The Wrong Brother CHAPTER 004: Torture Devices
So this is the infamous Knox.I’ve heard stories. Finn talks about him the way you'd talk about a stray wolf that occasionally shows up to your campfire, steals your food, and disappears back into the woods. Wild. Unpredictable. Maybe even a little unhinged.Now that I think about it, he does resemble Finn—same sharp bone structure, same annoyingly perfect mouth. But where Finn is sunshine and charm, Knox looks like he crawled out of a lifestyle magazine for sophisticated gangsters.“How do I know you’re not a kidnapper?” I ask, tilting my chin up. “You’ll have to provide proof that you’re who you say you are.”“Like an ID card?”“That would work.”“I don’t have any.”“See? Kidnapper vibes,” I say.“Why don't you call Finn and confirm?”I cross my arms. “He’s not answering. Why do you think I’ve been standing here for an hour like an abandoned dog?” I glance at the car. “And you showing up in an aggressive-looking muscle car that screams ‘mafia boss’ isn’t exactly helping your case.”
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*** ~~KNOX~~ *** I must say, I did not expect Finn’s best friend to be this charming. Finn’s always painted her as some awkward nerd. But this? This sharp-tongued, darkly dressed woman standing in the middle of the sex shop, casually discussing electrocution and BDSM gear with the sales rep, is not what I signed up for. And yet… I can’t look away. Her leather pants are sinfully tight. Her dark boots are heavy against the polished floor. Her blouse clings to her like a second skin, and those blunt bangs and glasses? They remind me of the dominatrixes in my club. All she's missing is a riding crop and a stern command on those full lips. I watch as she lifts a violet wand, a device used to deliver electrical sensations such as shocks. “How dangerous is this?” she asks the sales rep. “In what sense?” “Like… would the highest voltage be enough to cause, I don’t know… electrocution? Just enough to zap someone’s soul out of their body.” I nearly choke fighting a laugh. “Th
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***~~SLOANE~~***I can’t believe this.Three hours on a plane. An hour stuck in that miserable Asheville airport. All to find Finn tongue-deep in Delilah Crestfield?Finn has the audacity to look guilty.“Sloane, I’m so sorry you had to see this—”“Sorry?” I cut him off, my voice trembling with rage. “I expect you to have a modicum of self-respect, Finn. That woman is getting married in two days, and you're making out with her?”“Would you rather he make out with you instead?” Delilah asks. “Don’t do that,” Finn snaps at her.“Why not? She’s miserable because no one wants her. That’s why she spends her life trying to control yours. You’re old enough to do whatever you want.”"Old enough? You both are acting like children," I say. “What’s the plan here, Finn? Sneak around behind her fiancé’s back? Screw her in the honeymoon suite while poor Hunter’s passed out?”Delilah laughs like this is all some kind of twisted joke. Her engagement ring flashes in the light, something obviously e
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I feel something break inside me. How does loving Finn make me miserable?“Let me go, Knox,” I say, my voice trembling. “You might not be a good brother, but I’m a good friend. I’m not going to sit around and watch my friend be deceived again. I’m going out there.”Knox doesn’t budge. His grip on my waist remains firm, his body immovable. In a voice so calm it only fuels my rage, he says, “I can’t let you go out there, Kitten. I will physically restrain you if I have to.”“Who the hell do you think you are?” I snap. “You don’t get to control me, Knox. Let. Me. Go.”“I’m not controlling you. I’m preventing you from making a fool of yourself—again.”If my hands were free, I probably would have slapped him by now. “I’m beginning to see why Finn almost never mentioned you in the ten years I’ve known him. You're such an arrogant, infuriating douchebag who cares about nothing else but himself. You'd rather watch your own brother get his heart ripped out than actually do something about it.
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*** ~~KNOX~~ *** I’d be lying if I said I’m surprised Finn walked in on me holding Sloane. I’d anticipated it. Hell, I orchestrated it. He’d been out there crying over his toxic little temptress, and I’d seen him coming back. I’d seen Delilah storm off like the walking soap opera she is. But Sloane had been too caught up in our argument—too riled up and flushed and breathless—to notice any of these. Right now, she looks like she wants to dissolve into the floor. I almost feel guilty. “Making out?” she says. “Did you drink the pool water or something, Finn? We were just talking.” She tries to play it off with a smile, but it comes out looking like she's undergoing an electrocution. “Talking,” Finn repeats. “With his hands around your waist?” “That was my fault,” she blurts, stepping forward. “I saw you running after Delilah in a hurry and had this funny feeling you wanted to drown her. So I tripped while running to the window to watch and interfere if I had to. Knox caught
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*** ~~SLOANE~~ *** “All we have to do is go to the wedding, give Delilah enough time to think she's happy, and then destroy it,” Finn says. “Simple as that.” I and Finn are in one of his parents’ guest rooms—one Finn announced as my room. I’m sitting on the edge of a plush, overstuffed bed with way too many pillows, while Finn paces in circles. I just watch him. It’s not even the pacing that annoys me. It’s the delusion. “Have you thought about how she'd hate you afterward?” I ask, folding my hands in my lap to keep them from fidgeting. “Hate? That’s a strong word,” he scoffs. “Delilah can’t hate me. She’ll be angry at me for a couple of days, and then we’ll be back together.” God. The worst part? He’s probably right. Of course she won’t hate him. She’ll scream and cry and maybe toss a vase, but she’ll let him back in. She always does. It’s like a sick game of emotional fetch—he throws himself at her, she walks away, then whistles, and back he goes. I grind my molars. “I
Huling Na-update : 2025-04-01Craving The Wrong Brother CHAPTER 010: The Strippers Are Naked
An hour later, we're at the club. Finn’s hand grips mine as we squeeze past red velvet curtains and into a room soaked in neon and sin. The music is so loud, I feel it in my ribs. Bass thrumming like a second heartbeat. “Here,” Finn says, tugging me to a booth near the edge of the stage. We drop onto a red couch, and I glance up just in time to watch a woman flip upside down on a pole, ass in the air, hair skimming the stage. She twirls like gravity doesn’t exist, her boobs free and proud and bouncing to the rhythm. “Oh my god,” I blurt. “The strippers are naked.” Finn turns to me, smirking. “You expected them to be clothed? Where’s the fun in that?” I stare. Everywhere I look, it’s a carnival of debauchery. Lingerie and skin. Glitter and curves. Bodies grinding on laps, men tipping bills with trembling fingers. Moans lost in bass. Champagne flutes clinking beside thighs in fishnets. It’s chaos. Glorious, naked chaos. And I don’t know why I feel so… alive. “This is way bette
Huling Na-update : 2025-04-02Craving The Wrong Brother CHAPTER 011: That's It, Kitten
“What are you doing here, Knox?” I ask. “This is the women's room.” "Which I made sure would be out of bounds for a while.” Of course he did. Probably bribed someone important. I roll my eyes, trying to ignore the way his shirt clings to his torso, hinting at the tattoos that snake down his arms. "Are you stalking me now?” I say. He chuckles, the sound low and throaty. "You look ravishing in that dress. I wanted to see it up close." "You've seen it. Now leave." Pushing off the door, he strides toward me. Instinctively, I take a step back. Then another. Until the cold, tiled wall presses against my back. "Leave, Knox." He stops mere inches away, his breath warm against my skin. "You know what would make the dress even better, Kitten? Seeing it raised and sitting atop your pretty waist as I take you." "If you touch me, I'm going to scream." He tilts his head. "Do it. I’ve imagined what that would sound like. How loudly do you scream, Sloane? Think the club's noise will dro
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Craving The Wrong Brother CHAPTER 064: The Problem Is Séx
Knox doesn’t move when we pull into the hospital parking lot.His fingers stay curled tight around the steering wheel, gaze forward. The engine is off, but his body hasn’t caught up. The tension in his arms is visible, humming under his rolled-up sleeves. Even the little lines around his eyes seem sharper.I unbuckle my seatbelt and glance at him. “Aren’t you coming?”He shakes his head once. “No. I’ve got some things to take care of.”“Work stuff?”“Mmhmm.”I don’t press. Instead, I lean toward him, dropping a kiss on his cheek. But the moment I start to pull away, his hand shoots up, tangling into my hair and tugging me back to him.His mouth crashes against mine with zero warning—hot, rough, claiming. His teeth nip my bottom lip, just enough to sting, and his tongue follows to soothe it. I moan, helpless against the sheer heat of it, my fingers bunching in the front of his shirt.When he finally releases me, I’m breathless. Unsteady.He doesn’t say anything at first. Just reaches i
Craving The Wrong Brother CHAPTER 063: I Don't Share
He clears his throat and speaks first. “I am trying to think of a decent reason why you’d want to help Finn,” he says, voice steady. “He broke an arm, not his spine. He has Delilah. If you think he needs help, it can be arranged—without you being there. So what’s the problem? Is there something else I should know about your incessant need to save him?”I open my mouth to argue, but nothing comes out.Because he’s right.I don’t have to be there.But I need to be. Because despite everything, I still feel guilty for cutting him off. Finn doesn’t keep friends. He has acquaintances, followers, yes—but not real people who show up. Except me. And Delilah.And then… there’s the other reason.“He’s calling everyone in my family,” I say quietly. “And I have to make him stop. The only way I can do that is by handling him carefully.”“How about you just tell him to stop?”“Do you even know your brother? You think he’s going to pause his revenge spree because I said so?”“Revenge spree?” He lifts
Craving The Wrong Brother CHAPTER 062: Overslept
I wake up sore all over, having no single idea how I ended up back in Knox's bedroom.The room is bright as sunlight filters through the tall windows, casting long, pale rectangles on the wood floor. I’m in his bed, tangled in the sheets, my skin sticky with sweat and something else. The air smells like him—like clean soap, expensive cologne, and the raw scent of what we did last night.Except… I don’t remember how it ended.The last thing I recall is him unlocking me from the guillotine in that dark, red-lit room, my legs shaking so violently I couldn’t stand. I think I remember him wrapping a blanket around me. Maybe. After that? Nothing.I push up on my elbows with a wince. Every muscle in my body complains, a deep, pleasant ache settling low in my belly, between my legs, my thighs. Even my jaw hurts a little. Jesus. Did I faint? I must have.Honestly, with the way he wrecked me, passing out is probably the most reasonable response.The bed is cold beside me. Knox isn't here. I rea
Craving The Wrong Brother CHAPTER 061: This Body Is Mine
I hear him backing away from me and climbing back onto the bed, and then I feel him pulling out the humming device from my ass. I moan loudly, bucking my hips as the sensation of it leaving sends waves of pleasure through my body. It definitely feels better leaving than when it went in. He pushes it back into me, and I see stars, my body convulsing with the intensity of the sensation."You're seriously dripping down your leg," he says. "Didn't you just cum twice outside?"He slaps my vulva, and indeed, it makes a wet sound, confirming his words. I can feel the heat rising in my cheeks, a mix of embarrassment and arousal."Now, I have to make sure that no drop goes to waste," he murmurs. Then I feel something wet on my left inner thigh. His tongue laps up whatever is flowing down, and I moan, needing his mouth on the part that aches most, the part with those balls that tingle when they move. The humming device in my ass is only worsening the need.He leaves my left thigh and starts fe
Craving The Wrong Brother CHAPTER 060: Guillotine
I exhale, trying to picture the room in my mind.But spinning has done its work. I have no bearings. I could be facing the wall. The bed. That terrifying X-shaped frame.That’s the point.He didn’t want me to choose. He wanted fate to choose.So I take a step. Then another. I keep walking, arms out, breath shallow. My palms skim the air. Then.Bump.My knees hit something.I reach forward. Cold iron. Then softer—mattress.The bed.“Great choice,” Knox murmurs—right into my ears.I jump. “Jesus, you scared me.”The words barely leave my mouth before he’s pushing me forward, pressing my head down onto the bed. My ass is lifted high into the air, and a sharp swat lands on my ass cheek. I yelp in surprise. Knox's voice is low and commanding behind me."What did I say about talking, Bunny?"I bite my lip, remembering his rule. "No talking, Master."He lifts me even higher, and the next spank lands directly on my vulva, targeted precisely at my clit. The sensation is electrifying, and I moa
Craving The Wrong Brother CHAPTER 059: Control
I take a step back on instinct. He keeps walking toward me, a predator who knows the prey won’t run far. My back hits the shelf. The dildo is still in my hand when he stops in front of me and gently pries it from my fingers, placing it back in its spot. He leans in. “Do you know why I brought you here?” His voice is low. I shake my head. “Use your words, Sloane.” “No.” “I like this room,” he murmurs. My throat works. “It’s a very… unusual room.” “Are you scared?” I hesitate. My heart is practically jumping out of my chest. The red light makes everything feel sinister and charged. I don’t know what kind of things he’s done here. I don’t know what he plans to do to me. But I can’t deny the heat rising in my belly. The curiosity tingling along my spine. “Yes,” I whisper. “I’m scared. But I meant it when I said I want to know everything about you—even the scary parts.” He grabs me by the neck and pulls me close until our mouths are a breath apart. “Are you sure about that? So
Craving The Wrong Brother CHAPTER 058: The Playroom
*** ~~SLOANE~~ *** My hands are wrapped around Knox’s neck as he leads me back into the house. I’m clinging to him with trembling legs. My skin is damp from everything he just did to me outside. I don’t know how I’m even conscious right now. My body feels wrung out, like someone twisted every drop of strength out of me and still left me wanting more. He only pauses once, just inside the door. He leans forward, reaches down, and slides off his house slippers with the same precision he used yesterday when we came in through the other door. Neatly. One foot, then the other. Perfectly lined beside the door. And I just… watch. Not because it matters. But because I can’t figure him out. I’ve seen him walk into other places without blinking. His parents’ house. My apartment. A hotel room. He never gave a damn where he tossed his shoes. But here? In his own home, he does this. Why? Not like he'll answer. If I had to put pennies in a jar for everything I couldn’t explain about Knox
Craving The Wrong Brother CHAPTER 057: Half Blind
I stare into her eyes. “A taste of what?” “Me.” “What part exactly?” She cocks an eyebrow. “Is there a part you don’t like?” “Not exactly.” She draws again from the cigar, eyes watering as she braves the burn. Then she leans forward, blowing smoke into my face. “Is that a yes or a no?” she says. “Do you want a taste of me or not?” I grab her waist and pull her flush against me. “Shoot me if I ever say no, Bunny.” “I would if I knew where you kept your gun.” “Pardon me. I assumed you saw it in the car when you stole my keys.” She chuckles low. “I don’t believe that’s the only one you have.” “Ha.” She leans sideways and crushes the butt of the cigar on the ashtray, letting it fall. She then takes my hand and presses it between her legs, guiding it beneath the hem of the shirt. Then she lifts her hips slightly and lets me in, pushing three of my fingers inside her. And she moans—soft at first. Her head tilts back, exposing the long line of her neck, glasses sliding further
Craving The Wrong Brother CHAPTER 056: Sociopath
*** ~~KNOX~~ *** I fell right into that trap, let myself be at rest, let myself become too happy. And now the dreams are back. It’s the price of comfort. The consequence of peace. I’d gone over a year without them. Twelve solid months of silence in my sleep, of not waking up drenched in sweat or shivering with the taste of blood in my mouth or phantom screams still ringing in my ears. I thought I’d finally outgrown it. That maybe I’d found the answer. Hate. It had worked. Hatred for Finn. For our father. For the bastards overseas. For the pimps and predators who loitered in my club pretending to be businessmen. Hatred kept the noise quiet. Kept the chaos buried. As long as I kept burning, I didn’t feel the cold. But then came this woman. This girl who wore her damn glasses to bed like a librarian who got lost and wandered into my life, asking to be destroyed. She didn’t even know how enchanting she looked—curled up in my bed, clothed in one of my T-shirts, hair mussed and lips
