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CHAPTER 011: That's It, Kitten
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Craving The Wrong Brother CHAPTER 012: This Is What You Wanted
“Of course I have to think about him,” I say, more to myself than Knox. “It's what any normal person would do.” I hastily adjust my glasses, the frames askew from our passionate, mind-blowing, and reckless escapade. My fingers tremble as they push the lenses up the bridge of my nose. I’m acutely aware of the mascara streaking down my cheeks, painting me as the very picture of post-coital disarray. I rake my hands through my hair, attempting to tame the wild strands, and smooth down my dress. In the mirror’s reflection, Knox watches me. His expression is unreadable. His dark eyes track my every movement, and even though I try not to look at him directly, I can feel the heat of his stare. “Your post-nut clarity is annoying,” he says. “I feel used right now, Kitten.” “Then you've got it better. I feel stupid.” I turn around to finally face him, and his eyes zero in on me. “Because you fucked me and liked it?” he asks. I avert my eyes, shame curling in my gut. I’ve just had sex wi
Huling Na-update : 2025-04-03Craving The Wrong Brother CHAPTER 013: Let Me Go
*** ~~KNOX~~ *** “What do you expect me to say, Sloane?” I ask. The club’s bass thrums through my veins, a reminder that there's chaos all around us, not just the one I started. Sloane stands in front of me, her eyes burning with fury. Her chest rises and falls rapidly. “The truth,” she demands. “Tell me the truth! Was this a game to you? You slept with me to get to your brother?” I find my eyes drifting toward her lips, lips that are still slightly swollen from our kisses. That lustful need is stirring deep within me again. This wasn’t the plan. I came here for a leisurely evening with Hunter, perhaps to plant a seed of doubt about Delilah. But then I saw her in that damn dress, and all rational thought evaporated. I hadn’t intended to devour her against the restroom wall or bend her over the countertop. Yet, here we are. And I’m still thinking about it. I avert my eyes, focusing on the condensation sliding down my drinking glass, the one currently abandoned on my table. “The
Huling Na-update : 2025-04-03Craving The Wrong Brother CHAPTER 014: My Needs Are Satisfied
*** ~~SLOANE~~ *** Knox rolls his eyes and starts the car, turning up the heater as well. Warm air washes over my wet skin as we drive in silence. No music. No snarky one-liners. At some point, it becomes unsettling. Knox is just… driving. At a normal pace. Like a normal person. No engine revving. No cutting corners like he’s in Fast & Furious. He doesn’t floor it. He just drives. And I hate how uneasy that makes me. I turn to him. His eyes are on the road, focused. His lower lip is caught between his teeth, and I suddenly remember where those lips have been. What they did. My face flames. “You’re driving at a normal pace,” I say, trying to distract myself. “Finally doing something right for the first time in your life?” He doesn’t look at me. “Doing the right thing is overrated.” “Only you would say a thing like that.” “I just want to live long enough to do the wrong things with the wrong people.” When he says this, his face turns in my direction. I look a
Huling Na-update : 2025-04-04Craving The Wrong Brother CHAPTER 015: Woke Word For Girlfriend
I can feel Knox’s hands gripping my waist tightly, eyes fixed on mine in the mirror as he rams into me from behind. “Let go for me, Kitten,” he says. And I do. My whole body trembles like a violin string being pulled taut. His breath is hot on my neck, and my moans echo in the restroom. There’s a knock at the door. A voice. It's Finn yelling my name, telling me not to do this. ‘I don't want you screwing my brother, Sloane.’ But I can’t stop. I don’t want to stop. I— My eyes snap open. My head is pounding. My mouth tastes like regret and bourbon. And the sounds from that terrible dream are reverberating inside my skull. I groan and throw an arm over my eyes. God, I hate alcohol. I’m also starving. I glance at the nightstand clock. It's almost eleven. How did I sleep this long? I could have sworn I was just a little bit tipsy last night. Of all the things my brain could’ve rehashed from last night—the fight, Finn's anger, my shame—it chose the part where I had sex with Knox. I
Huling Na-update : 2025-04-04Craving The Wrong Brother CHAPTER 016: Breakfast
Victoria rolls her eyes and strolls over to her husband. She kisses him lightly on the cheek. “Of course they can, silly.” “I don’t think so,” he says. “If anyone walks into this house and says he’s your best friend, I’ll kill him.” Victoria throws her head back and laughs. “You’re such a Neanderthal, Julian. People don’t think with their genitals all the time. Sloane and Finn are emotionally supportive friends. It’s natural. Besides, I’m a little too old to be having new friends, so don’t trouble yourself about killing anyone for my sake.” I want to disappear. They're talking about me and Finn, dissecting our entire relationship dynamic, as though we're not right here. Finn glances at me, smiling like this is totally normal. The plus side is that Julian has lost his brooding expression. He's now grinning at his wife. Watching them together—how Julian softens, how Victoria looks at him as though they haven't been together for decades already—it stirs something foreign in me. So
Huling Na-update : 2025-04-05Craving The Wrong Brother CHAPTER 017: May I?
My heart skips several beats at once. And not in the cutesy, butterflies-in-the-stomach way. No, this is the kind of beat-skipping that punches you square in the chest and makes your lungs forget how to breathe. Every memory from last night comes flooding back like a filthy little slideshow behind my eyelids. My thighs clench on instinct. My mouth is dry. My pulse is chaos. “You know Sloane?” Victoria asks, reminding me that there are, in fact, other people in the room. Knox doesn’t look away. “I do.” “From New York?” He moves away from his mother and drops into the nearest couch with that lazy grace he always carries. At least his eyes are no longer on me, and I can finally exhale. “Actually,” he replies, “we met for the first time yesterday.” I swear I hear Finn inhaling deeply and holding that breath. Although I can't get a good look at his face from this angle, the stillness of his posture confirms it. Victoria turns to look at me. I try my best to seem innocent, hoping sh
Huling Na-update : 2025-04-05Craving The Wrong Brother CHAPTER 018: The Bigger Box
My mouth opens, but no sound comes out. I hate that my heart is pounding so loudly I’m afraid everyone in the house can hear it. “It’s so…” “Beautiful?” he finishes, with that cocky little tilt of his head. Yes. But that wasn’t the word I was going for. Exquisite. Breathtaking. Impossibly intimate in front of his entire family. That’s what it is. But I nod. He steps behind me, and the world tilts a little. Maybe from the anticipation. Or maybe because I’ve stopped breathing again. He doesn’t touch me right away. He leans in, close enough for me to feel the heat rolling off his chest. His scent curls around me like smoke. He brushes my hair to the side with slow, intentional fingers, his knuckles grazing the back of my neck. My skin erupts in goosebumps. “Relax,” he murmurs, low enough that only I can hear. As if that’s even an option. I feel him reach around me, the chain of the necklace grazing my collarbone. His knuckles brush my jaw on the way up, unintentional maybe, but i
Huling Na-update : 2025-04-07Craving The Wrong Brother CHAPTER 019: The Universe Is Sending Us A Sign
I’m finding it difficult to believe he’d actually invade my privacy in such a manner. A part of me just wants to wait to see if he’d go through with it so I can bring down the sky on his head. But I know better. In his current state, all bets are off. I run, overtake him, and plant myself in front of the drawer just as he reaches it. “Did you not hear me say stop, Finn?” He glares at me. "Move aside, Sloane." "Are you being serious right now?" "Since you can’t think with anything other than your lady bits when it comes to my brother," he says, stepping closer, "I’m going to do the thinking for you. Whatever’s in that drawer is getting burned." My fists clench at my sides. The anger rises, quick and hot, like fire licking the inside of my ribs. "You will do no such thing." "Like hell I won’t. Move out of my way." I step into him. We’re toe-to-toe now. I’m looking up because he’s taller, but I refuse to shrink. "I said, you won’t touch or see whatever’s in that drawer." He s
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Craving The Wrong Brother CHAPTER 055: Make It Stop
Knox walks over without a word, climbs into the bed, and pulls me into him. One arm drapes over my waist, the other reaches out and turns off the bedside lamp.Darkness fills the room.I can feel the thump of his heart beneath my cheek.I slide my hand down, fingers trailing the hem of his shirt and then slipping beneath it. His skin is hot, tight over muscle. I keep going, dipping under the waistband of his pants. The elastic snaps as my wrist slips past it.I find what I’m looking for with no effort.Hard already. Just from being close.The part of him that’s ruined me more times than I can count. The part that makes me forget my name when it’s inside me.It twitches in response to my touch, like it’s greeting me. Like it remembers me too.My fingers graze the piercing, and even in the dark, I can feel his breath hitch. Just a small break in the rhythm, a crack in the calm.God, I love that.“Did it hurt when you got pierced?”“Somewhat.”“Why’d you get it?”“Because I like pain. An
Craving The Wrong Brother CHAPTER 054: Hop In
“You can’t possibly be serious,” I say. “You want to leave me on this bed all alone?”I expect him to laugh in that dark way of his, saying gotcha. But I see it in his eyes.He actually means it.There’s no teasing glint, no trace of smugness or mischief. Just this unreadable flatness—like he’s trying to keep something buried under control.I grip his hand. “You’re not going anywhere.”“Sloane, listen—”“No, you listen. I’ve obeyed you all evening while you bossed me around like some war general. Now it’s my turn.” I yank his hand, firmer this time. “Get on the fucking bed, Knox.”That gets me a smile from him. “Feisty,” he says. “That was stimulating. Do it again.”“I’m not playing.” I keep my hand locked around his, not budging. “Don’t turn this into a joke.”His smile lingers, but something changes behind it—something quieter, more fragile. Not weak, no. Knox doesn’t do weak. But… afraid?Is that what this is? Fear?I step toward him and wrap my arms around his waist, resting my
Craving The Wrong Brother CHAPTER 053: Share A Bed
Just like that, the desire drains from Knox's face. “Hard?” he says. “He’s clearly not doing well with me leaving. And it's understandable. I’ve been the only constant in his life for years. He hardly goes home. He doesn’t have you. He doesn’t have friends. Just me. And Delilah, of course. Who knows what he’ll do next? He could get himself incarcerated or worse. He needs help, Knox. Not threats. Not more trauma.” His jaw flexes. “What are you saying exactly?” “I’m saying let me get him the help he needs. There's no rule that states I can't date one brother and help the other.” “Sloane—” “Come on. I won't be able to live with myself if he does something he can't come back from. He's crazy. I should have known he'd not take this well. He doesn’t cope well with abandonment. I just need to make sure he gets therapy.” “You mean get institutionalized?” “Please?” Knox sighs and looks away, muttering something I don’t catch. But when he turns back, I know it already. He’s not going
Craving The Wrong Brother CHAPTER 052: No Cream
*** ~~SLOANE~~ *** I walk into the room slowly, my feet soft on the linoleum. My eyes are fixed on Knox’s hand as it releases Finn’s casted arm. Neither of them answers my question. Not with words. But the silence is loud enough to fill the space between them. Finn’s perched on the very edge of the bed now, his body angled like he was trying to get away. His uninjured hand clutches the edge of the mattress. Knox is standing above him, jaw set, eyes unreadable, his hand just now slipping back into his pocket like nothing happened. But I know what I saw. Knox had been bent forward when I walked in, squeezing Finn's injured arm. At some point, one of them will have to spill what history lies between them. Because this—whatever it is—doesn't seem like it has anything to do with Finn taking Delilah from Knox, which had been my initial guess. You can feel it—that one of them hurt the other a long time ago, and they’ve both been carrying it ever since. But whatever it was, it wasn’
Craving The Wrong Brother CHAPTER 051: Finn. Finn. Finn.
“Bunny,” I breathe, crossing the distance in a few long strides and pulling her straight to my chest. She melts into me. Just folds into my body like she belongs there. No hesitation. I kiss her forehead, bending slightly because she’s always smaller without her heels. “It’s not your fault,” I murmur. “Shit happens.” “I left him,” she whispers. “I knew how psychotic he can get when he feels abandoned. Yet I left.” “You had to. People meet, and they part ways.” She pulls back, eyes red-rimmed but clear. “I’m going to make sure he gets help.” I brush her bangs out of her face, fingers lingering on her temple. “Of course. He’ll get all the help he needs. I’ll see to that.” She nods. Her eyes search mine like she’s looking for something final in them. Some reassurance. “Should we call your parents?” she asks. “He broke an arm, right?” “Yes. And he’s concussed.” “Can he talk?” “Yeah.” “Can he move?” “Yes.” “He’ll survive. Just wait down the hall for me, alright? I gotta ch
Craving The Wrong Brother CHAPTER 050: Greedy Brother
I exhale. “Just our usual problems. You know how it is.” She's still skeptical but nods. “Alright. So who do I need to call? Your mom? Your dad?” I shake my head. “No. Don’t. My family’s far away. There’s no need to make them panic and hop on a plane. You’re my only friend here.” I meet her eyes. “You’re enough.” She hesitates. Her gaze drops to the floor, then back to me. “I’ll call Knox.” “No!” Too fast. “I have to let someone know,” she says. “Just relax, Finn. Lay back.” I watch her pull out her phone and walk toward the hallway. My stomach sinks. This isn’t going as planned. She’s supposed to sit here. Feed me jello. Fluff my pillow. Cry a little maybe. Re-forge the bond I’ve been trying to drag back together since the wedding fell apart. But instead, she’s dialing him. And just before she walks out of earshot, I hear her say: “Hey, babe. So, um, your brother got in an accident and—” I close my eyes. Shit. Knox is going to come. He’ll hear Sloane’s voice. Hear tha
Craving The Wrong Brother CHAPTER 049: Hit And Run
*** ~~FINN~~ *** Delilah hasn’t stopped glaring at me. She’s sitting to my left in the only visitor chair in the room, arms crossed so tightly across her chest I’m half-convinced she’s trying to fold herself in half. Her legs are angled away from me, but her eyes—they haven’t moved. Not once. Not since the doctor gave her visitation clearance. “Could you stop with the looks, please?” I grumble, adjusting myself on the hospital bed. My arm is immobilized in a heavy-duty sling, wrapped and elevated with what feels like ten pounds of gauze and Velcro. “I’m already in pain as it stands. I don’t need you breathing down my neck.” Delilah only glares harder. “I could go to jail for what I did,” she says. “No, you won’t. I asked you to do it. It was my decision.” She looks away for the first time, fingers threading through her hair as she rubs her temple. Her voice comes quieter. Tighter. “Still doesn’t change the fact that I stupidly agreed to break your arm with a hammer and
Craving The Wrong Brother CHAPTER 048: Me. Myself. And My Desires
I set my bag down on the couch and sink into the seat.Mom turns sideways. Her eyes are soft but expectant. Waiting for something.An answer.A promise.A miracle, maybe.‘Meet someone new.’Like it’s that simple.Like I’ll just show up to this magical barbecue, beam a dazzling smile at some guy, and he’ll be The One.A perfect suburban fantasy.God.The worst part is…I know she’s not completely wrong.Being with Knox might be dangerous. The man himself is a danger. I can feel it every time he looks at me with those eyes—heavy-lidded and full of promises that don’t look anything like good intentions. He’s into something dark; that's for sure. I can feel it in my bones.Something he won’t talk about.And I’ve seen enough movies to know how this goes.It’s always the girlfriend who ends up kidnapped by the main character’s rival, drowned in a bathtub, or shot through the heart in a drive-by—because she loved the wrong man.But Knox never pretended he was good.Not once.And I…I accep
Craving The Wrong Brother CHAPTER 047: Meet Someone New
*** ~~SLOANE~~ *** Today turned out to be more productive than I anticipated. I wish I could say this renewed vigor for work has anything to do with Knox screwing me against a closet earlier today. No. As far as I know, thinking about Knox being inside me is my biggest source of distraction. Not my proudest moment, but I spent half the day quietly plotting how I might steal Knox’s phone and hack into it. Funny, isn’t it? How picturing yourself stealing your boyfriend’s phone—and actively contemplating breaking about a hundred cybersecurity ethics to hack into it—can light a fire under your ass. Normal people would just ask their boyfriends about the things they wanted to know. Normal boyfriends would actually answer. But no. Knox Hartley is about as tight-lipped as a CIA agent under torture. And the inquisitive part of me? Yeah, she’s not resting until she cracks him open. As I drive back toward my apartment, I run through the possibilities like I’m prepping a heist: —
