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TWENTY FOUR :ADRIAN
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My Forbidden Brother TWENTY FIVE : OLIVIA
OLIVIA As Adrian kept explaining, I kept grinding against his leg, the rogue fabric of his trousers was making me even more sensitive. I gripped his shoulder as he explained. Every time I closed my eyes, he held my waist to make me stop. "I forgot to tell you. You are only allowed to move as long as you concentrate. Any sign of distraction, I stop you from moving." he smirked. I whimpered, paying attention to the book. He let go of my waist and I moved, making sure I was listening and trying to make myself cum. The friction was agonizingly perfect. Adrian’s leg was solid and unyielding beneath me, and every time I shifted, the coarse texture of his trousers sent a jolt of electricity straight to the ache he had spent all day cultivating. I wanted to move faster, to lose myself in the friction, but the moment my eyes fluttered shut or my breathing became too hitched, his large hands would clamp down on my hips like a vice. "Focus, Olivia," he murmured, his voice sounding enti
My Forbidden Brother TWENTY FOUR :ADRIAN
ADRIAN The door clicked open, and the cold, professional mask I had perfected over years of shadowing my father slid back into place before he even crossed the threshold. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Olivia practically vibrating with anxiety, her chin tucked so low she was nearly wearing her dinner. I took another measured sip of the Cabernet, the tartness on my tongue matching the dark satisfaction blooming in my chest. "Damn lawyers in London," Dad muttered, rubbing the bridge of his nose as he walked back to his seat. He didn't sit down, though. He reached for his suit jacket, which was draped over the back of his chair. "Change of plans. I have to head into the city. That merger is hemorrhaging time, and I need to be in the office for the midnight signatures." I set my glass down, my expression neutral. "On a Friday night? That’s rough, even for you." "It’s the price of the game, Adrian. You’ll learn that soon enough," he said, already checking his watch. He turn
My 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. "Thirty minutes?" I gasped, my voice coming back in a panicked rush. "Adrian, I can’t—I look—" "You look exactly how I wanted you to look," he interrupted, his voice cool and clinical now, as if he hadn't just been growling in my ear. He stood up and walked toward his desk, the transition back to the composed business student and big brother so seamless it was haunting. "But you’re right. You’re a mess. I suggests you move quickly. I’d hate for Dad to wonder why you’re limping to the table." I scrambled off the bed, my legs nearly giving out the moment my feet hit the floor. I clutched the silk robe around me, the fabric damp and sticking to my skin in places that made my face burn with sh
My Forbidden Brother TWENTY TWO : OLIVIA
OLIVIA The command hung in the heavy air between us, echoing against the dark walls of his room. My fingers felt numb, fumbling with the silk tie at my waist. I could feel his gaze—sharp, hungry, and entirely devoid of the patience he’d shown earlier that morning. He was watching my struggle, enjoying the way my hands shook as I worked the knot loose. The silk finally gave way. I let the robe slide off my shoulders, the soft fabric sighing as it pooled around my ankles like a discarded skin. I stood there, exposed in the center of his sanctuary. I was wearing nothing but the brown thigh-high socks that hugged my skin and the thin, pale lace of the underwear I’d worn all day. The cool air of the room hit my damp skin, making me shiver, but the heat radiating from Adrian was even more intense. I felt stripped bare in every sense of the word. Adrian’s eyes moved with agonizing slowness. He started at my feet, tracing the line of the socks up to my thighs, then lingering on the
My Forbidden Brother TWENTY ONE: OLIVIA
OLIVIA The ride home was full of nerves, Adrian could be waiting for me already or he would show up in my room after I get home. The silence of the house felt like a physical weight against my chest as I stepped through the front doors. Usually, the marble floors and soaring ceilings made me feel small, but today, they made me feel exposed. I kept expecting Adrian to step out from the shadows of the living room or be leaning against the banister with that cold, calculating smirk he wore so well. But there was nothing. Just the rhythmic ticking of the grandfather clock in the foyer, mocking the frantic beat of my heart. Every step up the grand staircase felt heavier than the last. The "rule" was still a dull ache between my thighs, a constant reminder of the release he’d denied me and the provocation I had sent him from the school bathroom. I was a ball of nerves and heat, my skin feeling sensitized to the point of pain. Had I gone too far? Sending those pictures had felt like a
My Forbidden Brother TWENTY :ADRIAN
ADRIAN I stood in the middle of the hallway trying to calm down. I shouldn't have opened that text from Olivia. Who knew that was what she was going to send to me. Being well-known and attending a private university really had its perks, I couldn't hold it any longer, I needed to get out of that lecture. I wasn't the only one that does that, some of my mates actually leave lectures to attend company matters. I stood still, the picture flashing in my head. Realising that I was getting hard in the hallway, I went to the toilet to calm down. I saved the picture in a hidden folder on my phone before deleting the chat history. Standing in front of the sink, I turned in the faucet and splashed some water on my face. I spent a few more minutes staring at my reflection, forcing my breathing to level out. The cold water helped, but the image was practically etched into the back of my eyelids. I was a man of logic and strategy, yet she was proving to be the most volatile asset I’d
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