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TWENTY EIGHT : ADRIAN
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2026-03-19 02:01:03
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My Forbidden Brother THIRTY TWO : ADRIAN
ADRIAN The sunlight was relentless, cutting through the gaps in the heavy blackout curtains and slicing across the bed. I woke up slowly, my body feeling heavier and more grounded than it had in years. The usual cold, calculated alertness that greeted me every morning was replaced by a thick, honeyed satisfaction. I didn't need to open my eyes to know she was there. I could feel the heat radiating from her, the soft, rhythmic puff of her breath against my shoulder. I shifted slightly, disentangling my arm from beneath her head. Olivia didn't wake; she only let out a soft, subconscious whimper, her brow furrowing for a split second before she settled back into the pillows. I stayed still, watching her. In the pale morning light, she looked fragile, her dark hair a chaotic contrast against the white silk sheets. I slid out of bed, the cool air of the room a sharp wake-up call. My muscles were stiff, a dull ache in my lower back acting as a vivid reminder of exactly how I had s
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 NINETEEN : OLIVIA
OLIVIA After Adrian walked out, I wanted to run up to my room and use my vibrator to make myself cum. I picked my bag and walked to the direction of the stairs. Adrian appeared again, leaning in to whisper "If you cum, all by yourself. I won't touch you for as long as I want." he said. I looked
Last Updated : 2026-03-17My Forbidden Brother SEVENTEEN : OLIVIA
OLIVIA I raised my ass up a little so Adrian could take off the joggers I was wearing. I was now completely bare from the waist down. Adrian knelt in front of me, his head in between my legs. I wanted to feel him already. His mouth, his hand, anything but he didn't move. He just watched me squi
Last Updated : 2026-03-17My Forbidden Brother TWENTY THREE : OLIVIA
OLIVIA The mention of our father felt like a bucket of ice water over my head. Reality rushed back in—the cold hardwood floors, the tick of the clock, the fact that I was currently a tangled, "ruined" mess in my stepbrother's bed while our father was expected downstairs in half an hour. "Thi
Last Updated : 2026-03-17My Forbidden Brother SIXTEEN : OLIVIA
OLIVIA I couldn't believe it. Adrian was kissing me. My stepbrother. When I couldn't sleep, I decided to come down to calm myself but I ended up going to the kitchen and taking a glass of water. The cool glass was still in my hand, sweating against my palm, but my entire body felt like it was
Last Updated : 2026-03-17
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