CRAVING MY SISTER'S BOYFRIEND のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 1 - チャプター 10

Chapter ONE ~ It Was Just A Kiss. CYRUS’s POV“Hi, I'm Dominic. You are?” The familiar figure asked me, but I was completely stunned to reply.Did he not recognize me?Or was he acting up?I remember those icy blue eyes so well. It was too familiar to miss. He was the same guy from the club. The same guy with filthy lips, who wouldn't stop whispering dirty things to me, leading to a kiss between us both. This man literally had me questioning my sexuality for so many days. I kept assuring myself that it was a mistake and that I was a straight man.And now he was standing in front of my house, introducing himself? Really?I was still recalling how his lean fingers had curled around my face as we kissed, how he had groaned in my mouth and how he had called my lips his “perfect temptation” when someone brushed past me.“Honey, you really don't need to introduce yourself to him.” A sharp voice snapped me out of my thoughts.It was Phoebe, my sister.She dragged Dominic inside, throwin

Chapter THREE ~ Your Lips Knows The Truth. CYRUS’s POV Dominic’s lips descended on mine gently, nibbling on my lips. They were warm, soft and sweet at the same time. He took my lower lips into his mouth and sucked on them slowly. I shut my eyes as my hands trailed up his biceps. My body shuddered when his tongue pressed against my teeth, requesting access into my mouth. This was just like the other night at the club. But now, he’s my sister’s boyfriend. Maybe, he could be her fiancée in months. I can’t be the reason for their separation. Nor can I sit for hours listening to my parents talking about morals. This is so messed up. Yet, I couldn’t get him to remove his lips from mine. They felt like my salvation, pulling me in like a siren’s addiction. The room grew hotter when he pushed his tongue into my mouth. It dived right to the back of my throat. “Hmmm,” he groaned, his hands wrapping around the side of my face.He pulled out his tongue and slammed it back in. Slowly, his h

Chapter FIVE ~ Piercing My Heart. CYRUS’s POV “Cyrus.”Just my name. He had called quietly just like he was afraid to push too hard.I stayed staring at the ground. “Go back inside. Fights are inevitable between siblings.”He stepped down the last stair and stood beside me. He didn’t touch me. He didn’t say anything. Simply, he remained there.That almost made it worse.“You do not have to pretend it didn't hurt,” he murmured.“It did not.” I lied. But it did. It tore something open.Dominic huffed a soft laugh, sitting next to me with his elbows on his knees. “You always do that.”“Do what?”“Act like you are made of steel when you bleed just like the rest of us.”I clenched my jaw. “You don’t know anything about me.”“I remember your mouth pretty well. I think that counts for something.”My head jerked toward him. “Stop. Just… stop.”He looked at me then, really looked again. “Why? Because you felt something you do not have a name for yet?”I moved away. “I don’t feel anything.”

CYRUS’S POV.I woke up pissed. My head was pounding, and my chest felt tight, like I’d been grinding my teeth all night. I probably had. I barely got two hours of sleep. Every time I shut my eyes, that smug look on Dominic’s face came back. I’d let him get to me twice now, and that wasn’t something I could swallow easy. I wasn’t the kind of man who got walked over, not in my own house. Not by him.I sat up and rubbed my face hard. My hands were shaking a bit. I wasn’t sure if it was anger or nerves, but I felt wired. The light coming through the curtains made me squint, and I thought about how fucked up it was that the first thing I saw this morning was proof that I’d lost control over my own damn house. I didn’t even want to go downstairs because I knew he’d be there.“Good morning,” Phoebe said from the doorway. Her voice was too soft, like she was trying not to startle me. She leaned against the frame, hair tied up, one of my shirts hanging off her shoulder. I looked at her and fo

THE LAST MINUTE DOMINIC’S POV.I woke up before I wanted to, the room too warm, the air too still. For a second, I didn't even know where I was; then I saw the stupid beige curtains and remembered the hotel. I heard a faint vibrating on the nightstand. I didn't move at first, waiting to see if Cyrus would reach for it, but he didn't. Still asleep, his face half buried into the pillow, his arm stretched across the mattress as though he'd passed out the very second that I left him alone last night, the vibration came again. I leaned over and picked up his phone, and there it was — Phoebe's name lighting up the screen. Text after text. Missed calls stacked from yesterday. New messages from this morning.I set the phone down too fast, annoyed by how seeing her name made something sharp twist inside me. I rubbed my face with both hands, tried to shake off the tension that hit me the second I opened my eyes, but it stuck there like it always did. I glanced at Cyrus again. He didn't move.