“Give me one reason, Liv.” He stalked toward me, cornering me against the edge of the desk. “One good reason why I shouldn’t bend you over this desk and fuck you senseless.” My breath caught. “This is wrong, Damon. So wrong.” I pressed my palms flat against his chest, trying to create space. “You’re my brother-in-law…” “Not yet, love,” he whispered, fingers curling around my waist possessively. “You’re still engaged to him, but the man you’ll be getting married to…” Two fingers slipped into my heat, making me gasp. “…is me.” I should’ve walked away. I should’ve resisted. But I couldn't forget what it felt like to be his. * Olivia have the perfect life. The perfect fiancé. Marcus is everything she thought she wanted—sweet, charming, dependable. Safe. She thought she have it all figured out... Until the night of her engagement party, when she comes face-to-face with Damon—her ex. The man who had broken, damaged and left her for ruin, three years ago. The man she’s about to call brother-in-law. Now, old wounds rip open. Feelings she thought she buried, clawed their way back to the surface. And the man she once loved? He isn’t asking this time. Damon wants her back. And he’ll burn every bridge, including the one with his own brother—to make her his again. NOTE TO READERS: This is a dark, emotional, and scorching hot love story. It features a possessive anti-hero, messy family drama, emotional trauma, and morally gray decisions. If you’re looking for a soft romance with flowers and sunshine, this might not be it. But if you crave forbidden passion, flawed characters, and a love story that burns through betrayal and pains… Welcome to Olivia and Damon’s world.
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Olivia; I was a mess. My heart slammed in my rib cage as I stared at the massive building through the car window beside me. “Come on, Olivia,” my fiancè, Marcus Kingston, said softly, and I turned to stare at him, his deep blue eyes trying to give me all the reassurance I needed, but I was far from being calm. “You need to relax, baby. You've been fidgeting throughout the ride. Barely even said a word.” “ What if they don't…y'know, like me?” My voice was low, but desperate. My other hand absentmindedly flicked the engagement ring on my left finger. A habit I'd grown accustomed to since Marcus proposed. Don't get me wrong, I love Marcus, but I just didn't know why I was this nervous. Maybe it was because I'd never officially met the Kingstons and I sure as hell had never been engaged before. "You're kidding," he chuckled, "our marriage is literally arranged by both families, Liv. I don't see why you should be this nervous." "I know that. But this is the first time I'm officially meeting them. I'm allowed to be a little nervous." "And I love that you care, baby. I do too. This shows that this is more than an arranged marriage." He smirked. “Yea, but...can we reschedule?” I took off the seatbelt and climbed onto his lap, finding his lips for a kiss. “We cant.” He wrapped his arms around me, chuckling. “It's our engagement party tonight, which happens to be the only day I get to see my complete family. My sister….” “.... haven't been home for years now, and my stuck-up brother, who never values family, will be there.” I finished for him with a resigned sigh. “Took the words right out of my mouth again.” Marcus smiled and cupped my face, “Really, you have nothing to be nervous about, baby. I'm here beside you. For better, for worse?” “Hey!” I hit his chest, laughing, “You're getting ahead of yourself, aren't you?” His lips brushed over mine slowly, “ It's only a matter of time. To me, you're already my wife. I love you so much, Olivia.” He took my lips, his fingers sliding into my hair as he kissed me deeply. The hand on my waist pulled me closer. I kissed him back. Hard. Pouring my worries into it, while his lips did their best to reassure me. Still, it didn't help to untangle the knots in my belly. I slid towards him, straddling him, my hips automatically grinding against him, wanting desperately to feel him. To get rid of this ache. "Here?" he asked, breathless, looking out the car window. "Baby, we're literally...." "Please," I whispered through his mouth. "I need this." We were in his car, outside his parent's estate and right now, I don't care. I just needed something to cling to. Besides, no one can see us through the tinted glasses from outside. Marcus pulled away slightly, and trailed kisses down my neck, sucking on the skin there. "Let me help you relax, then," he murmured against my skin, his fingers sliding under the hem of my dress, slowly dragging it up to my hips. The moment the fabric was bunched at my waist, he hooked a finger around my panties and tugged them aside. The cool air met my wetness, and I shivered—part nerves, part desperate want. Then his fingers slid between my folds. Slow and unhurried at first, teasing me. I let out a soft moan when he found my clit and began circling it, his other hand pulling me closer. “God, you’re so wet for me,” he growled against my lips. My breath came out shaky as I reached for his belt, my fingers fumbling. But once I got it open and unzipped his pants, his cock sprang free, hot and hard against my palm. I didn’t wait. I rose just enough to position him at my entrance, then sank onto him slowly. “Oh—fuck,” I gasped, my walls stretching to take him in. My nails dug into his shoulders as the pressure built inside me, pleasure shooting up my spine. Marcus’s head fell back with a guttural groan, and his hands gripped my hips tightly, guiding me as I began to move. I rocked against him, slowly at first, then faster, our bodies falling into a rhythm. Each thrust sent a jolt of electricity through me. My hands slid up his chest, gripping his shoulders as I rode him, chasing that high, needing more. The sound of our bodies slapping together filled the car, filthy and breathy. He met my hips halfway, fucking up into me from underneath. His lips found mine again, and I moaned into his mouth as one of his hands slid up to cup my breast, thumb flicking over my nipple through the fabric. “You’re driving me fucking insane,” he groaned, his voice ragged. But I was already gone. The knot inside me tightened, my thighs shaking as the climax built fast and furious. I clenched around him and bit down on his shoulder to stifle the scream that wanted to rip from my throat. I came hard, my body trembling against his. Marcus cursed and followed seconds later, pulsing deep inside me as he buried his face in my neck, breathing hard. Afterward, I slumped against his chest, still catching my breath as the silence in the car wrapped around us. Marcus brushed a kiss against my forehead, his fingers trailing down my spine with comforting ease. For a moment, everything felt still, like the rest of the world didn’t exist beyond this space, this touch, this man who wanted to marry me. But that peace didn’t last long. Reality crept back at the moment I looked out the window again, at the estate, at the people already arriving, and the soft glow of lights spilling out from inside. My stomach coiled. Marcus tucked himself back in and adjusted his shirt, then leaned in with a smirk. “Still want to reschedule?” I managed a soft laugh, tugging my dress down my thighs. “Let’s just get this over with.” We stepped out of the car, hand in hand. My heels clicked lightly against the pavement as we walked up the stone path toward the grand estate. The warm evening breeze carried the scent of flowers and expensive cologne, mingled with soft jazz drifting from inside. The lights from the hall spilled through the open doors. A handful of people were already inside, dressed to perfection, glasses of champagne in their hands, and laughter echoing through the space. I straightened my spine. Smile, Olivia. You’ve got this. Marcus' hold on me tightened in reassurance, "Don't worry. They're just old relatives. They'll be gone before you know it." Then I stepped through the doorway, my eyes flickering around. And everything in me froze. At first, it was just a flicker, out of the corner of my eye. A flash of platinum blonde hair. What...? No...It can’t be. I turned fully, and there she was. Standing confidently near the center of the room, dressed in a skin-tight red gown that clung to her every curve. She was smiling, her head tilted slightly as she chatted with someone I didn’t recognize. My fingers curled into fists. My throat tightened. I couldn't swallow. What the hell was she doing here?Chapter 47Damon;"What the fuck do you think you're doing!?"A red-faced, wide-eyed Marcus yelled at me as he scrambled off the bed.I'd been standing here for a full minute, trying to grasp the intensity of what I was actually seeing. Was I surprised? Not really. Disgusted? Absolutely.My eyes trailed over to stepsister Kimberly under the sheets. If looks could kill, I’d be six feet under right now. But that was her fucking problem, not mine.In a split second, Marcus was on me, shoving my shoulder as he pushed me out the door."Are you fucking insane!?" he yelled again, slamming it shut behind us.I shoved his hands off me, my jaw tightening. He was practically radiating with rage.The corner of my lips pulled up into a amused smirk, “Well, that was intense. Its not very often I get to see my brother fucking his stepsister.” He almost exploded again, his eyes wide, chest heaving, fists clenched. "It semed like a first in many years, if I wasn’t wrong."He made to speak, but I rai
Chapter 46I felt a stab in my chest as her palm struck my face. I recoiled, stunned. "Peach..." I tried to search her face, tried to read something—anything that would tell me what was going on.She didn’t let me continue. Her voice dropped lower, heavier. Like she was suppressing, holding back. It didn't make sense. "You have some nerve trying to touch me with those filthy hands," she said. "I'm done with you. I'm fucking done with you, Damon."I could feel the room spin and my body went still. I recalled feeling the panic, fear gripping my heart for a fleeting second.Her words cut though, but I couldn't understand. For a moment I had thought she must have known about Jason's death, but I didn't think that was the case.“I hate you.” Her eyes glistened, and then she turned before I could process any of it. Before I could grab her or even say another word.The door clicked shut, and I was left standing there, frozen in place like a fucking statue. My body wouldn’t move. My brain c
Chapter 45The memories of that day slammed into me. Three years ago, I lost my best pal. Jason. Layla’s brother. He’s the reason I still had her in my corner. He’s the reason I took it upon myself to make sure she was well taken care of, even when I wanted nothing to do with that part of my life.I still blamed myself for his death.He wasn’t supposed to be there that night. The meeting was set at one of my clubs—a negotiation I thought would go smoothly. I had my men in place. Everything was lined up. Then Jason showed up. Just walked in like it was nothing. He was only there because he had been looking for me, probably to make sure I wasn’t getting myself into trouble again, or to drag me home before I buried myself deeper in shit I couldn’t crawl out of.But the men across the table didn’t know Jason. They didn’t care who he was. One wrong move, one tense exchange, and suddenly guns were out. My world—the one I swore I would never let touch him—swallowed him whole in a matter of s
Chapter 44FEW HOURS EARLIER DAMON;My chest heaved as I stared at Layla and then at the photographs littered on the floor. She looked very panicked as she quickly knelt to snatch them all off. Something was off."Olivia is not the one for you, Damon." She huffed, standing upright as she shoved those in the envelope with her. "Its been years. Years and I don't understand why you just can't get over her."It was very obvious she harbored a deep dislike for Olivia, but I never believed she could do something of this sort. I took a step towards her, almost closing the space between us as I stared into her eyes."You made her believe I cheated on her, didn't you?" My voice as low and calm, but I was burning with rage right now. I couldn't forget that look in her eyes when she spoke to me. Whatever might have given her that notion must've been really concrete for her to believe it and hold it against me since then.Layla's lips were pursed, and she tried to move backwards, but I grabbed
Chapter 43.My cock is buried deep inside her now as I take her harshly, holding her tight against me. Objects clattered on the floor with he force of my thrusts, our moments, and I carried her, still inside her towards her bed.I don't know how, but in a fleeting second, I was sitting up on the bed with a smug looking Kim above me."I wanna ride you," she said breathlessly. Her knees pressed into the mattress, one on either side of my thighs, her body sliding down onto me slowly.She settled her weight, ass snug against me, her pussy swallowing me whole.Her palms flattened against my chest for balance, fingers splayed, nails scraping lightly across my skin as she adjusted her rhythm.“Fuck…” I groaned, watching her through hooded eyes.She gave a testing roll of her hips, grinding forward until I felt her clit brush against the base of my cock, then rocking back again. The movement dragged me deeper inside her, pulling a shiver out of both of us.Her hair, my favorite part of her, f
Chapter 42Marcus;"We're literally siblings, Kim," I rasped, painfully, even as my hand slid to her waist, trailing up until my fingers brushed the underside of her tits.The moans spilling out of her were devilish, enough to undo me, enough to make me flip her over that dressing table and fuck her out of my system. Maybe then I’d finally be free from these forbidden feelings.My cock was already painfully hard, straining against the thin fabric of my sweatpants.She found the hem of my shirt and slid her hands under, tracing me from my stomach up to my chest.Before I could think, she was tugging the shirt off me. I didn't stop her. I wanted to feel her touch on me.And she didn’t slow down, running her hands over me slowly, and I couldn’t help but do the same. My hand cupped her right tit, my thumb brushing over a hard nipple."Fuck, Marcus…" she moaned, arching into me, her head falling back."Kim…" I murmured before lowering my mouth, letting my tongue circle her nipple.A cry to
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