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IMPREGNATED BY MY HUSBAND'S TWIN II

Author: Inked Angel
last update publish date: 2026-01-30 14:31:28

My breath caught as I took him in, like I was seeing him for the first time.

He had to be over six feet, broad shoulders tapering to a lean waist and dark hair slicked back from the shower, still dripping.

My gaze dropped to his chest, freezing on the black ink etched there. It was a fierce tribal design, swirling like flames across his left pec, right over his heart. Connor didn't have tattoos. Or at least, he hadn't the last time I'd seen him shirtless, which felt like forever ago. Maybe he'
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  • ILLICIT DESIRES   MY BRATTY STEPSISTER X

    I stared at her for a moment before looking around the study again. Empty. My father wasn't here. The bastard wasn't even in the country. So why had I never considered the possibility that she was lying to me?I looked back at her. "Then why the hell did you tell me he wanted me here?"A slow, infuriating smile spread across her face. "Because that was the only way I could get you home."My jaw clenched.Of course.She'd known I wouldn't come if she'd simply asked. She'd known exactly which button to push, and she'd pressed it without hesitation. She'd used my father because she knew his name alone would be enough to get me through that door.And like a fucking fool, I'd walked straight into her trap."You manipulated me.""Yes."She didn't even bother denying it.Something tightened low in my chest. I stepped farther into the room, and the moment I did, the space between us seemed to shrink.Up close, she was impossible to ignore. My eyes caught on her face before I could stop them,

  • ILLICIT DESIRES   MY BRATTY STEPSISTER IX

    I pushed the door open and headed straight for my father's study.I expected the house to be quiet. It usually was during the day, especially on a weekday. My father worked too much to spend much time at home, and even when he wasn't working, he rarely stayed around. These days, he was usually somewhere with Astrid instead—on vacation, at some expensive resort, or wherever else newly married couples went when they had money and nothing better to do with it.I couldn't remember the last time he'd simply been home. I couldn't remember the last time he'd called me, either. Actually, that wasn't entirely true. I could remember calls about practical things. Documents. School. Something he needed signed. Things that required my attention, not because he wanted to talk to me.I couldn't remember the last time he'd called just to ask how I was.The same went for texts. We didn't have conversations. We exchanged information when necessary and left it at that. Sometimes days, even weeks, went b

  • ILLICIT DESIRES   MY BRATTY STEPSISTER VIII

    I must have really lost my mind.Doing that with Ella? That was fucked up on so many levels because, as much as I didn’t want to admit it, Astrid was my father’s wife now. And that made Ella my stepsister. A sister. I had just done that… with my own sister.The thought made something twist painfully in my gut. I wanted to tell myself it was a mistake, that I hadn’t been thinking straight, that things had simply gotten out of hand. But even those excuses felt pathetic because I knew the truth. I had known exactly who she was. I had known exactly what she was to me. And yet, I had still done it.That was what fucked with my head the most. I felt sick thinking about it now, but I couldn't deny that, in the moment, I hadn't wanted to stop. Admitting that made the guilt settle even deeper, because it meant I couldn't blame everything on losing control.I had made a choice.And now I had to live with it.I pulled off my glasses and rubbed at my swollen eyes. They ached from staring at the s

  • ILLICIT DESIRES   MY BRATTY STEPSISTER VII

    Her fingers were warm and sure as they closed around me, wrapping my length with a confidence that sent a slow, dizzying rush through my head. She held me like she’d been waiting for this exact moment; firm enough to make my hips twitch, gentle enough that every nerve lit up under her touch."You’re—" She looked down at what she was holding, and her breath caught. "You’re really big. Bigger than I imagined." Her voice dropped lower, almost a whisper. "God, you don’t know how much I’ve thought about this. If you did I don't know if..."She didn’t finish the sentence. Instead she stroked upward slowly, from the thick base all the way to the sensitive tip. Her thumb circled the head in a slow, wet swirl, spreading the clear bead of precum that was already gathering there, smearing it over the flushed skin until it glistened."You’re kidding," I managed, staring at her. "All that time… you were thinking about me like this?"She nodded."But you hate me."She didn’t stop stroking. If anyth

  • ILLICIT DESIRES   MY BRATTY STEPSISTER VI

    "I said get off." My voice cracked on the last word."Mmm." She didn't move. "You keep saying that. But your hands keep doing something else."She was right. My fingers were still digging into her hip, holding her there. Holding her against me like I was afraid she'd disappear.She leaned down and her mouth stopped an inch from my ear."Do you want me to stop?" she whispered.The question landed somewhere deep in my chest. I could feel her breath on my neck. I could feel every inch of her pressed against me. I could feel my heart beating so hard I was sure she could feel it too."No." The word slipped out before I could stop it.She pulled back just enough to look at me.For a few seconds, she didn't say anything. She just stared, her eyes moving slowly over my face as if she'd suddenly noticed something she hadn't before. The little silver studs along her lower lip caught the light when her mouth parted, and I could see the tip of the tiny barbell on her tongue when she ran it though

  • ILLICIT DESIRES   MY BRATTY STEPSISTER V

    She took another step toward me."I'm sorry," she said quietly. "I really am. What I did was completely out of line. I've had time to think about it, and I feel awful about what I did to your books. I had no right to touch them. And I shouldn't have acted like that when your dad came in.""Congratulations." My voice was flat. "You finally figured out you're an asshole. Want a medal?"Her face fell."Your apology means nothing to me, Ella." I pointed toward the door. "So do yourself a favor and get the fuck out of my room. I'm tired, and I want to sleep."She nodded slowly. A strand of dark hair slipped loose from behind her ear and fell across her cheek. My eyes lingered on it for a second, and my fingers twitched at my side before I could stop them. I wanted to reach out and brush it away. The urge came so naturally that it irritated the hell out of me."Can you at least eat the food?" She held up the container again. The burnt spaghetti looked even worse up close. "You can't go to b

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