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Chapter 3: Fucked by My Boyfriend's Younger Brother
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01.10.2026 07:00:02Isabella told herself she could handle being in the same room as him again.
She was wrong the moment the door opened. Rico didn’t greet her with the easy half-smile he used to give. He just stood there, one hand on the edge of the door, and looked at her. The look was slow and deliberate—mouth, throat, the neckline of her top, back up to her eyes. It felt like a hand sliding over her skin. He stepped aside without a word. The apartment was quiet except for the di
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Enzo had been on a work call for twenty-three minutes.Isabella knew because she had counted every one of them.He was in the bedroom with the door half-closed, voice rising and falling as he argued with someone about deadlines and revised numbers. The low sound of the shower had stopped earlier. Rico had come out of the bathroom in only a pair of low-slung sweatpants, hair still damp, and the apartment had felt too small ever since.Isabella sat on the couch pretending to scroll through her phone. Rico stood in the kitchen drinking water straight from the bottle, throat working, eyes on her over the rim. Neither of them spoke. The silence was worse than arguing.He set the bottle down and walked toward her.Isabella’s pulse climbed with every step. She told herself to stand up, to go check on Enzo, to do anything except stay where she was. She stayed.Rico stopped in front of her. Close. Close enough that she had to tip her head
Filthy Desire Chapter 3: Fucked by My Boyfriend's Younger Brother
Isabella told herself she could handle being in the same room as him again. She was wrong the moment the door opened. Rico didn’t greet her with the easy half-smile he used to give. He just stood there, one hand on the edge of the door, and looked at her. The look was slow and deliberate—mouth, throat, the neckline of her top, back up to her eyes. It felt like a hand sliding over her skin. He stepped aside without a word. The apartment was quiet except for the distant sound of the shower running. Enzo was still getting ready. “He’s almost done,” Rico said. His voice was low. Controlled. It still scraped over every raw nerve she had left. Isabella walked past him into the kitchen because standing in the entryway under that stare felt dangerous. She heard him shut the door and follow. The air between them changed the second they were alone. She opened the cupboard for a glass. He reached past her and took one f
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A few days passed before Isabella returned to the apartment.She had tried not to think about the incident. She had tried not to replay the exact second Federico’s eyes had landed on her naked body, the way his face had gone red, the rough sound of his voice when he apologized and fled. It should have been easy to bury. It was just an accident. Embarrassing, nothing more.Except it kept surfacing at the worst times.When she finally came back, it was because Enzo had asked her to. He had a late stack of files to finish and wanted her there. Isabella cooked dinner without being asked—simple pasta, garlic bread, salad—moving around the kitchen she already knew well. The apartment smelled like tomatoes and basil. Enzo was at the dining table, laptop open, brow furrowed in concentration. Rico’s bedroom door was closed.“I’ll call him,” Isabella said once the food was ready.Enzo barely looked up. “Thanks, baby. He’s been in there all afternoo
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Isabella had been thinking about this moment since the plane took off from Paris.Two weeks in France had been perfect on paper—museums, late dinners, the kind of soft morning light that made everything look like a painting—but she had spent more time than she wanted to admit missing Lorenzo. Missing the weight of his arm across her waist. Missing the way he looked at her when he thought she wasn’t paying attention. By the time her flight landed she already knew exactly how she wanted to see him again.She still had the spare key he had given her months ago. It felt warm in her palm when she slid it into the lock of the apartment he shared with his younger brother. The door opened on quiet. Afternoon light cut across the living room in long stripes. No music. No voices. Enzo’s shoes were not by the door. She checked the time. He should be home any minute.A slow smile pulled at her mouth.Isabella walked straight down the hall to his bedroom and c
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The last full day arrived too quietly.Georgina woke before the sun had fully risen, the weight of Santiago’s arm still draped across her waist and the solid heat of his chest against her back. For a long time she simply lay there, eyes open in the dim light, trying to memorize the exact feel of him. The slow rise and fall of his breathing. The faint scent of his skin. The way his fingers occasionally twitched against her stomach even in sleep, like he was still holding on.When he finally stirred, he pressed a slow kiss to the back of her neck before either of them spoke.“You’re leaving tomorrow,” he said. His voice was low and rough from sleep.“Yes.”He didn’t answer right away. Instead he turned her carefully in his arms so she faced him. His eyes moved over her face in the soft morning light, quiet and intense. He brushed a strand of hair from her cheek with his thumb and left his hand there.“Then I’m taking you out tonigh
Filthy Desire Chapter 9: Uncle's Filthy Attention
The morning after he took her for the first time, Georgina woke up sore in the best way. Santiago’s arm was still locked around her waist, his chest solid against her back. She could feel the faint ache between her thighs and the residual wetness from the night before. When she shifted, his hand tightened and he pressed a slow kiss to the back of her neck. “Sore?” he asked, voice still rough from sleep. “A little.” “Good.” He didn’t push for more right then. He made her breakfast, made her sit on the counter while he cooked the way he always had, and kept the touches light—fingers brushing her hip, a hand at the small of her back, the occasional kiss to her temple. The care was still there. So was the hunger underneath it. By evening the hunger won. Georgina was in his room again, a
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