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CHAPTER 081: Ciao, Delilah
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Craving The Wrong Brother CHAPTER 081: Ciao, Delilah
Her body trembles. Her eyes flutter. Her hips jerk as I bring her to the edge. I hold her there, my grip on her neck tightening. I know I'm pushing her to the limit. But I also know she's safe with me, that I won't let her go too far. And then, with a final cry, she lets go. "That's it,” I say. “Let me feel you fall apart." Her eyes roll into her head, showing only the whites, and her body begins to shake violently. Those inner muscles squeeze me with a force that's almost painful, but in the best way possible. Her body arches against mine, her back curving beautifully. She's too far gone to fight the sensation of blood rushing downward, the waves of near-death euphoria. "Fuck, Sloane," I hiss as it feels like my dick is being mashed. Her body continues to milk me, the feeling driving me wild. I can't hold back any longer. I pound into her again and again, chasing my own release. With a final, deep thrust, I let go, filling her completely. Just as I loosen my hold around her ne
Craving The Wrong Brother CHAPTER 080: Breathe Me In
She moans in surprise, and the sound is loud and sexy, a stimulating song to my ears. And then she pushes her back further out, rubbing against my erection, grinding into it like she wants to punish me as well. I palm the red spot, fingers tracing the heat I left behind. She twitches at the contact—part pain, part invitation—and it nearly unravels me. My other hand reaches up and sinks into her hair, fisting just enough to make her gasp as I pull her upright. Her spine curves against my chest, and I wrap my arm around her neck, forearm pressing just beneath her throat, locking her in. We stare at ourselves in the mirror. Her eyes are wild. Chest heaving. Back still arched in anticipation. “Look at yourself,” I whisper against her ear. “Look how wrecked you already are. And I haven’t even touched you properly yet.” I kiss her cheek, soft and brief. Then bring my palm down again. She moans, pushing back, rubbing against me in the same rhythm as my strikes. “Again,” she begs, vo
Craving The Wrong Brother CHAPTER 079: The First Time We Had Séx
To know you have control over a woman's body is the most arousing thing a man can wish for. Especially a woman like Sloane Mercer—this wild, sharp-tongued, chaotic miracle with fire in her voice and daggers in her eyes. The kind of woman who’d bite the hand that feeds her if it touched her the wrong way but still kneel at your feet if you said the right words in the right tone. She kneels now, squinting without her glasses, her mouth slightly parted. “I want you to do nice things to me, Knox,” she says. “I’m still your good girl.” God. She doesn’t even know what she’s doing to me. The ache in my chest fights the ache in my groin, and the war is evenly matched. I try not to smile, try to stay in the role of the man who’s still punishing her, the man who hasn’t yet decided whether to forgive or devour. But her body makes it impossible to think clearly. My eyes betray me, dragging across the hard peaks of her nipples, dark and tight, tempting. I imagine them with silver piercings th
Craving The Wrong Brother CHAPTER 078: Inside You
Sloane rolls her eyes but with a smile on her face, and then she disappears into the living room.I stay there, thinking about the things she said, about her mom being pregnant. When I try to picture the woman I saw at the barbecue with a protruded stomach, I end up seeing Sloane's face instead. Weird. They don't even look that much alike. Those are some of the things your brain does when you're exhausted. I hear Sloane in the living room, moving around. She hums as she works, not a melody I recognize, just an off-key tune that makes me smile.A few minutes later, she enters the bedroom and heads straight to the bathroom. The faucet runs. Cabinet doors creak open, then shut. The sound of her toothbrush buzzing fills the quiet. Water splashes. The lights go off. Then she's back in the room, smelling like peppermint and whatever lotion she uses that always makes me think of vanilla and something green.She grabs a book off her dresser, one with a torn, faded cover. She keeps it tucked
Craving The Wrong Brother CHAPTER 077: No Apology In The World
Knox is already halfway up the stairs by the time I make it inside the building. He takes the stairs two at a time. I follow fast.At the next landing, he pulls his phone out of his pocket, scrolls quickly, then presses it to his ear.He doesn’t say much. Just a few clipped words. Something about a tow truck. The name Aaron.I don’t need to hear the rest to know what it’s about.He hangs up just as I reach our floor and stands outside my door, shoulders rising and falling fast, like the adrenaline hasn’t worn off yet.When I come up beside him, I notice his knuckles. Red and raw. Blood gathers in the creases. It makes my stomach turn.“You got your key?” he asks.“I left it inside.”“You should always carry it. Or you’ll lock yourself out.”He reaches into his back pocket, pulls out his keycard, and taps it against the lock. The door clicks open. At least now I know how he got in. He made himself a spare.We step inside. The moment we’re in, I turn to him.“Would you really have kept
Craving The Wrong Brother CHAPTER 076: Pound Of Flesh
Knox is out the door before I can convince him otherwise.I run after him, nearly slipping as I rush down the hallway. He’s already halfway down by the time I make it to the top of the steps.“Knox!” I yell. “Stop!”But he’s not listening. His body is tight with fury, all his restraint long gone.By the time I push through the lobby door, he’s outside, and so is Joe, the night-duty security guard. Joe's hands are braced on his hips, looking like he’s trying to decide whether to intervene or call it in. Knox is already on Finn.His fist connects with Finn’s face, and Finn stumbles back, slamming into the body of Knox’s car with a loud grunt. His casted arm hangs uselessly at his side, and before he can even catch his balance, Knox grabs him by the collar and throws another punch. Then another.The blows are brutal. Unrelenting. Finn’s head snaps back, his body jerking with each hit like a ragdoll.I scream, “Stop! Stop it, Knox, please!”My feet are moving before I register it, crossin
Craving The Wrong Brother CHAPTER 075: It's War Now
Jade frowns as though I’m being an inconvenience. “Sloane—”“No. You don’t get to dump all this on me as if it's my fault she left me when I was five. You've just succeeded in making me feel worse than I’ve felt in my entire life.”“Good,” he says. “Maybe you’ll come to your senses.”I glare. “You’re good at making assumptions, right? Then here’s a thought. Maybe my mom married you—a young man—to prove to herself she could do it right this time. Think about that, motherfucker.”Then I turn and walk, not before seeing his face turn to stone.He started a war. He has no idea.I pass a trash can near the lot and lift the bouquet.I’m about to toss it when I spot the envelope tucked beneath the ribbon.I open it. Two papers.One is a small note: ‘Do you have any idea how restless I am, Bunny? Please take my calls before I have to resort to stalking.’The other?A check.Two hundred and twenty thousand dollars. This must be my winnings from the underground fight.I toss the flowers and the
Craving The Wrong Brother CHAPTER 074: Youthful Exuberance
It’s been a week since I found out Knox has a wife, and I’ve been ignoring everyone in my life like it’s a full-time job.My phone has turned into a graveyard of unread messages and missed calls—Knox, Finn, Serena, and my mom. But I can’t bring myself to open anything. Every time I see Knox’s name pop up, my chest tightens and I feel like I might shatter.I don’t know why I’m this mad. I don’t. It makes no rational sense. He told me the marriage wasn’t real. That it was a favor. That he did it to keep a promise. And I believe him. But none of that justifies the ache I feel when I remember him kissing me goodnight at the precinct. Then him calling a cab and going home with her.To “discuss her claim about being framed for shoplifting.”Sure.For all I know, Soraya dropped that bracelet into her own damn purse just to get his attention. Maybe that makes me sound paranoid. Delusional, even. But logic has never been my strong suit when I'm jealous. Because I am, indeed, jealous of that wo
Craving The Wrong Brother CHAPTER 073: The Wife
I frown as I unbuckle and step out. Honestly, I’d prefer staying in the car while he does whatever he needs to. I don’t like police stations. Never have. They make me feel like I’m being watched even when I’m doing absolutely nothing wrong. And thanks to Finn’s college adventures, I’ve been inside enough of them to last a lifetime.Still, curiosity wins.Inside, a tired officer sits behind the front desk.Knox steps up. “I’m here to post bail for Soraya Hartely.”The officer looks up. His eyes trail from Knox to me and back. He taps the keyboard.“Relation to the defendant?” he asks.“Husband.”The officer lifts a brow. “Your wife’s last name?”“Hartely, like I said.”“Maiden name?”Knox tenses. “Why’s that relevant?”The officer leans back in his seat. “Standard questions. Paperwork’s in order. I’ll get your wife.”Knox exhales.I turn and walk to the row of chairs lined up against the wall. They’re molded plastic, the kind that curve in just the wrong places, the kind designed to re
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