บททั้งหมดของ Craving The Wrong Brother: บทที่ 81 - บทที่ 90

Her body trembles. Her eyes flutter. Her hips jerk as I bring her to the edge. I hold her there, my grip on her neck tightening. I know I'm pushing her to the limit. But I also know she's safe with me, that I won't let her go too far. And then, with a final cry, she lets go. "That's it,” I say. “Let me feel you fall apart." Her eyes roll into her head, showing only the whites, and her body begins to shake violently. Those inner muscles squeeze me with a force that's almost painful, but in the best way possible. Her body arches against mine, her back curving beautifully. She's too far gone to fight the sensation of blood rushing downward, the waves of near-death euphoria. "Fuck, Sloane," I hiss as it feels like my dick is being mashed. Her body continues to milk me, the feeling driving me wild. I can't hold back any longer. I pound into her again and again, chasing my own release. With a final, deep thrust, I let go, filling her completely. Just as I loosen my hold around her ne

From the direction of Hunter’s gaze, I know he’s talking about Serena.I move fast.My heels clack across the asphalt as I walk briskly toward her. I don’t wait. I grab her arm.“Heyyy,” Serena squeals. “What the hell? Not even a hello, and you’re dragging me away?”“Just walk,” I mutter.She stumbles for a second but regains her stride. Quickly, I look behind us to see that Hunter hasn't moved from his position. There's a weird look in his eyes. “Who was that?” Serena says. “The guy you were talking to.”“A crazy son of a bitch.”Serena lifts a brow. “Your boss? I know people only talk about their bosses that way.”I want to deny it, say he’s just an arrogant bastard with a god complex and an old grudge. But if what Hunter said earlier is true, then yeah. He might actually be my boss soon. The thought makes my stomach tighten.We reach my car. I dig out the keys and unlock it. Serena stops short, blinking.“Whose car is this?”“Mine.”She whistles. “That’s an expensive-looking BMW.

***~~KNOX~~***My opponent in the kickboxing ring has gotten a few good hits. The last one almost cracked a rib. Which is exactly what I wanted. Pain. It reminds me that I’m still alive.“Come on, Hartley,” someone from the sidelines yells. “You gonna let a stockbroker outkick you?”Laughter follows.My opponent grins, panting. He’s younger, probably in his early twenties, cocky, all limbs and fast feet. He’s been running his mouth since round one, but I’ve let him.I always let them think they’re winning.A low voice near the ropes pipes up—it’s my trainer, Jackson, arms crossed and chewing gum like it owes him money.“Wrap it up, Knox. He’s gassed. You’re just playing with your food now.”The guy lunges again, going for a jab-cross. I take the jab, duck the cross, and drive my elbow into his ribs with satisfying contact. He wheezes.“That’s what I’m talkin’ about!” someone else calls.One quick right hook to the jaw, then a left uppercut under his chin. He finally stumbles back fa

***~~SLOANE~~***I don’t know what I’m doing right now, but I’m absolutely sure I care about this man. And I know that finding out his sister, the same one whose death tore him and Finn apart, is actually alive won’t go down easy.It didn't go down easy for me either.I was mad at Victoria after she told me. I called her evil and told her to get lost. Then I got into the car and drove off with my foot pushing hard against the gas.But the truth is, I haven’t stopped thinking about it. All evening, it’s been bouncing around inside me, twisting up my insides. Should I tell him? Should I not? Is it better to leave the past where it lies, or does Knox deserve to know?He grips the wheel tighter at the mention of his mother, and even though his words are calm, I can feel the shift in him.“She got to you, didn’t she?” he asks.“Yeah. She did.”His jaw flexes as he exhales.“That woman is very determined. All you have to do is put Finn in a desperate situation, and she starts her campaign

“Everybody stay back,” Finn says, holding the blade just below the end of his cast, pressing it to the exposed skin of his wrist. The metal catches the light in a way that makes my stomach twist. “This could’ve ended better, but you don’t stop until someone’s dead or in the hospital, Knox. So here we are.”Knox doesn’t move. His hands are in his pockets, and his eyes are on his brother like he’s watching someone pull a party trick. It terrifies me, the way he looks so… unfazed.Victoria looks horrified. She’s gone pale. I don’t know what I feel. Cold? Numb? Detached in that way you get when your brain won’t let you absorb something all at once. But I do know one thing—I don’t want to see Finn open his wrists. Not in front of me. Not ever.“Is that supposed to move me, Finn?” Knox says, his tone flat. “You sent Mom to me with some lie about Lydia, hoping I’d come running. And now you think pulling a knife will somehow make me forgive you?”“Lie about Lydia?” Finn says. “What are you ta