All Chapters of CRAVING MY SISTER'S BOYFRIEND : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

80 Chapters

IT WAS JUST A KISS

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

ALMOST TOUCHED BY HIM

Chapter TWO ~ Almost Touched By Him.CYRUS’s POV “I’m going to make them mine.” His voice echoed at the back of my mind before I began to step backward. Though, the words he said had enticed and almost prompted me to close the gap between us but I remembered that he was Phoebe’s boyfriend as she had claimed. “Why are you stepping back, cutie?” He asked, following my steps. Cutie? Which guy calls a fellow guy ‘cutie’?“Don’t ever call me that.” I fought back, tone laced with warning, just before my back hit the kitchen slab. “Care to say that again?” He asked, his voice soft as his eyes pulled me in. My throat tightened, keeping me from swallowing my saliva. My knees went numb. And beads of sweat formed on my forehead. “Is my presence so addictive to you that you can’t say a word again?” He questioned, his eyes still pinned on me, forcing me to take a deep breath. Fuck. “Dominic, I’m waiting.” Phoebe called, her voice high as usual. “Coming… sweetheart.” He replied, his voi

YOUR LIPS KNOWS THE TRUTH

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

JEALOUSY KNOWS MY NAME

Chapter FOUR ~ Jealousy Knows My NameCYRUS’s POVAs Dominic ran towards me, his length danced in between his legs. He handed me the cup to drink the water but I couldn’t just move my hands. He placed a hand at my back, rubbing it gently as he helped me to raise the cup to my mouth. My lips parted as I gulped down the water with the hope of erasing whatever my eyes had seen. “I so much want to believe it wasn’t my hot body that made you almost choke to death… but it is what it is.” He said casually before he strolled back into the bathroom. He came out again. This time with a towel wrapped around his waist. I sighed. “Good night, Cutie. I’m gonna go cuddle your sister to sleep.” He winked and walked out of the room, slamming the door. I groaned, gritting at my teeth as I imagined Phoebe placing her head on his broad chest with her hands wrapped around his sexy waist. And him whispering affectionate words to her while gently stroking her hair. I buried my face in my palm again.

PIERCING MY HEART

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.”

A SILENT DARE

DOMINICS POV.Marcus was still on the line, talking about something, maybe his new outfit or whatever show he was binging, but I couldn’t focus. My head felt heavy like I had too many tabs open at once. I kept saying “yeah,” uh-huh,” just to fill the silence, but nothing stuck. My mind kept drifting back to earlier to Cyrus to that stupid argument that still burned in my head. I hated that it did. I hated that he still got to me.Marcus’ voice softened, like he could tell I was miles away. “You there, baby?”“Yeah,” I said, too fast, clearing my throat. My voice came out dry. “Just thinking.” I didn’t even know what to do. Everything, maybe. The shit with Phoebe, the house, Cyrus walking around like he owned the place.“You sound tired,” Marcus said. “Are you working too much again?”“Something like that,” I answered. My hands itched, restless. “Got this trip in two days. Some business things Phoebe needs help with.” I rubbed at the bridge of my nose, trying to sound casual. “It’s

UNWANTED PARTNER

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

SHARING A ROOM

SHARING A ROOM.DOMINIC'S POVThe flight dragged. Each second was longer than it should've been. People talked too loud, coughed too much, shifted in their seats like they were allergic to stillness. I already hated it before we even took off. But, of course, what made that worse was him—cyrus—sitting by the window, neat as ever, acting like he couldn't feel me watching.He looked like he was born for business class, not the cramped middle of a half-full plane. His shirt was perfect, wristwatch shining, posture straight. I could practically see the stiffness in his neck. It irritated me, and everything about him did-he didn't belong here, and we both knew it, but he was pretending. Pretending he was fine. Pretending I didn't exist two seats away.I leaned forward, elbows to knees. "Didn't think I'd see you flying this low."He turned his head slowly, his face tight. “Don’t start.”His tone snapped, clipped and controlled. I could hear the effort it took to hold himself in. I smiled a

THE LAST MINUTE

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.

ONE POISONOUS KISS

ONE POISONOUS KISSDOMINIC POVI crossed the street without slowing down, eyes on the crowd forming near the curb. My chest tightened with every step, and the air felt thin, like I couldn’t pull it in right no matter how hard I breathed. People were standing around in a circle, talking over each other, making noise that didn’t help anything. Some had their phones out, some were whispering like they enjoyed the drama, and I didn’t wait for any of them to move. I pushed my way forward, ignoring every look they threw at me, because the closer I got, the worse the pressure in my ribs got. I scanned faces, jackets, hair, shoes—anything that could be Cyrus. He wasn’t there. That didn’t make the panic stop."He just stepped out and the car didn't see him," someone said; someone else replied, "Ambulance is on the way," and the words slammed into me hard, because Cyrus absolutely walked without looking when he was annoyed or deep in his own head. My stomach twisted and I pushed deeper into t

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