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TWENTY SIX : OLIVIA
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2026-03-14 23:12:06
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My Forbidden Brother THIRTY ONE : OLIVIA
OLIVIA The air in Adrian’s bedroom was thick, heavy with the scent of sandalwood and the electric charge of a storm that had been brewing since the day he moved back into this house. The moonlight bled through the floor-to-ceiling windows, casting silver slashes across the dark silk of his duvet. I felt the weight of him pressing me down into the mattress, a physical manifestation of every secret, every bruise, and every silent command he had ever given me. "Look at me, Olivia," he rasped, his voice a jagged edge in the quiet. I opened my eyes, my vision blurred by the heat radiating from my own skin. He was hovering over me, his shirt discarded somewhere on the floor, his chest heaving. He looked like a god carved from obsidian—shadowed, hard, and terrifyingly beautiful. I reached up, my fingers trembling as I traced the corded muscle of his shoulders, feeling the raw power he was barely keeping in check. "I’m looking," I whispered, my voice breaking. "This is the end of
My Forbidden Brother THIRTY : OLIVIA
OLIVIA The house had become a beautiful, suffocating vacuum. Without the rhythmic click of my father’s wingtips on the hardwood or the smell of his morning espresso, the mansion felt less like a home and more like a stage where Adrian and I were the only actors left. Dad hadn’t returned the following week; a "minor complication" in a merger had turned into a full-scale acquisition that required his presence in Dubai. I remember the way Adrian had shrugged when the news came via a brief, distracted text. "Happens every time," he’d said, his voice devoid of disappointment. It was a cold, clinical observation. He was used to being the heir to an empty throne, but for me, the absence felt like a permission slip written in invisible ink. The days blurred together in a haze of illicit proximity. We were always together—in the kitchen, in the library, in the gym—but the tension was shifting. It was no longer just about the "lessons" or the marks. It was about the gravity of what we
My Forbidden Brother TWENTY NINE : ADRIAN
ADRIAN The silence in the study was absolute, broken only by the erratic, hitching rhythm of Olivia’s breath. She lay across the mahogany desk like a fallen saint, her skin flushed a deep, petal-pink and glowing under the low amber light of the desk lamp. The silk gown was a ruined scrap around her waist, and her hair, damp with sweat and the spray of the wine we’d shared earlier, was fanned out across the dark wood like ink. She looked shattered. Beautifully, unapologetically undone. I stayed between her legs for a long moment, my hands still ghosting over the high curves of her thighs, tracing the dark purple brands I had etched into her skin. With my father in the city for the week, the house felt cavernous, a silent fortress where the only reality that mattered was the girl trembling beneath my touch. There were no footsteps in the hallway, no sudden car tires on the gravel driveway. There was only this. "Stay," I commanded softly, though I knew she couldn't move if she
My Forbidden Brother TWENTY EIGHT : ADRIAN
ADRIAN When I told her to come with me to the study to complete her assignments, I thought she would still be shy. Until I saw the flimsy gown she had put on, the straps were so thin they looked non-existent on her shoulders. Apart from the hickey on her neck, the gown was so short that I could see the second one on her thigh. She didn't even wear any underwear and she was soaking wet when I touched her. The audacity of it—the way she walked in here, eyes hooded and mouth set in that defiant, silent pout—it was a challenge I was more than happy to meet. I watched her sitting on my lap as she pretended to focus on the worksheet. Her breathing was already shallow, the silk of that gown clinging to her skin where the sweat was starting to bead. She was vibrating with a need she was trying so hard to quantify as "studying." "Focus," I had commanded, she whimpered, rubbing against my lap, I felt the immediate, damp heat of her through my slacks. She opened her iPad, her finge
My Forbidden Brother TWENTY SEVEN :OLIVIA
OLIVIA Immediately the final bell rang, I was already on my way outside. Adrian had said he would pick me up, and somehow that alone had made the entire day feel longer than usual. And just like he promised, his car was parked in the parking lot. The windows were tinted, but I could feel it—his presence, heavy and watchful. After waving goodbye to my friends, I walked over and slipped into the passenger seat. “Hey, babygirl,” he said, his voice low and familiar. “How was school today?” I dropped my bag in the backseat and nodded. “It was good.” He hummed softly, eyes flicking toward me for a brief second before returning to the road. The engine purred as the car pulled away from the curb. “Just good?” he asked. I hesitated. “It was… normal,” I added. “Normal,” he repeated, like he didn’t quite believe it. The silence that followed wasn’t empty—it was thick, charged. My fingers fidgeted with the hem of my skirt as I stared out the window, watching the familiar s
My Forbidden Brother TWENTY SIX : OLIVIA
OLIVIA The morning sun felt far too bright for the way my head was spinning. I stood in front of my wardrobe, my fingers tracing the lace of my bra as I tried to decide how to dress for a day at Beacon High after a night in Adrian’s office. Every time I moved, the friction of my clothes against the mark on my thigh sent a jolt of memory straight to my core. I eventually settled on a pleated charcoal skirt and a crisp, white button-down—classic, academic, and most importantly, high-collared. I spent ten minutes in front of the mirror, adjusting the fabric to ensure the brand on my neck was completely invisible. I looked like the perfect student again, but as I smoothed the skirt over my hips, I knew the "perfect student" had been left on that mahogany desk. Just as I was reaching for my bag, my phone buzzed on the vanity. Adrian: My room. Now. My heart performed a violent somersault. I didn't even try to pretend I had a choice. I gathered my things and walked down the hallway,
My Forbidden Brother TWELVE : OLIVIA
OLIVIA The vibration hummed against my palm, a steady, buzzing promise of the release I was desperate for. I didn't even undress fully; I just shoved my leggings down past my hips, my breath coming in ragged, shallow hitches. Every time I closed my eyes, it was Adrian I saw, his tongue darting
Last Updated : 2026-03-17My Forbidden Brother FOURTEEN : OLIVIA
OLIVIA The ice cream parlour sat just a street away from Beacon High, tucked between a bookstore and a nail salon. It was one of those cozy places with pastel walls, fairy lights, and a bell above the door that chimed happily when we walked in—like it was congratulating us for surviving the sch
Last Updated : 2026-03-17My Forbidden Brother THIRTEEN : OLIVIA
OLIVIA The drive to Beacon High was a blur of shifting gears and lingering fantasies. Every time I hit a bump in the road, the friction against my seat sent a treacherous jolt through me, reminding me exactly how sensitive I still was from my morning "interruption." By the time I pulled into t
Last Updated : 2026-03-17My Forbidden Brother TEN : OLIVIA
OLIVIA I stared at my phone for a second longer than necessary, my thumb hovering over the screen. Adrian: How is your first day going? A simple question. Innocent. Normal. So why did my chest do that stupid little flip? I typed, deleted, then typed again. Me: It’s actually… good. I mad
Last Updated : 2026-03-17
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