All Chapters of Craving my sisters fiancé: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Daphne’s pov I’ve been in love with him for as long as I can remember. Stefan,My best friend’s brother. The one I trailed around like a shadow when I was ten, the one I thought would always be just out of reach. I told myself it would go away. That I’d grow up, find someone else, move on. But seeing him now — just across the room, hair falling into his eyes, that half-smile that used to make me melt in seconds — all of that pretending crumbled. My chest tightened. My stomach twisted. My body betrayed me in ways I had no control over. I wanted him. Desperately. Every nerve screamed it. My skin burned, my thighs ached, and I realized, with terrifying clarity, that my body had never stopped craving him. “Daphne?” My best friend’s voice cut through my haze. Her eyes followed mine, sharp and curious. “What are you staring at?” I forced a smile. “Nothing… I wasn’t staring at anything.” “Liar,” she snapped, rolling her eyes. “Anyway, I want to let you know my brother is back. H

Daphne’s POV The kiss between us deepens, our tongues intertwining—mint and alcohol mixing between us. A soft moan escapes my lips, igniting every nerve in my body. Then suddenly, he pulls away. Before I can even speak, Stefan slumps forward and goes unconscious. I blink, confused, emotions crashing into each other. Did Stefan and I just kiss? A breathless grin slips out of me before I catch myself. I turn to him—still knocked out—and watch his still form for a full minute. Then my eyes widen. This… this wasn’t right. The room suddenly feels too small, too warm, like the walls are pressing in on me. I can still taste him on my lips, and that only makes the panic spike even more. My heart kicks up sharply. I push up from the bed immediately, the urge to leave screaming through me. I slip out of his room and hurry straight to ours. Bianca and Bella are sprawled across the bed, competing over who could snore louder, but that’s the least of my problems. I sink onto the c

Daphne’s POV I stared at my reflection until the girl in the mirror blurred, then a laugh tore out of me—sharp, broken, wrong. It kept spilling from my throat, growing louder, more unhinged, until my chest ached. I shoved my hair back with trembling fingers, frustration burning under my skin. A sister. That was what he saw when he looked at me. After kissing me. After lighting something in me I couldn’t put out. The word felt like a blade twisting deeper every time it echoed in my head. A snarl ripped from my lips as I swept my arm across the vanity. Bottles shattered. Powders exploded across the floor like bruised petals. I pressed my teeth into my lower lip, hard enough to taste blood, but it didn’t stop the tears. They slid down anyway—hot, humiliating. I loved him. God, I loved him so much it hurt to breathe. How was I supposed to accept this? How did someone survive loving a man who belonged to someone else? A knock sounded at the door. I stiffened, eyes snapping

Stefan’s POVIt’s good that Daphne is still here. The timing couldn’t be better to introduce Adrian to her.“I thought you left,” my mom says the moment she sees me. She rises from her chair and walks over, then her gaze shifts to Adrian. Her brows knit together. “Who is he?”“Oh my fucking God!” Bianca screams. She jumps to her feet, rushing toward us. “You’re Adrian. Adrian Gilbert.” Her hands fly to her mouth. “How—what—how the fuck are you here?”Adrian stiffens beside me, clearly flustered, his smile stretching wider as if it might save him. I step in before the moment gets any more awkward.“I want you all to meet my really good friend, Adrian,” I say. “He’s a famous actor, and judging by your reaction, Bianca, you already know him.”“Why the fuck didn’t you tell me you knew him?” she blurts out, looking like she might faint on the spot. “Is this even reality?”My eyes drift to Daphne. She’s focused on her plate, moving her fork slowly, almost deliberately. No wide eyes. No exci

Daphne’s povI knew I sounded desperate, but I didn't care. I was finally this close to him, and the thought of him stopping was unbearable. His eyes were glued to mine, dark and filled with a hunger that matched my own. He wanted this just as much as I did.“Please,” I begged, my voice cracking. “Please, fuck me.”He didn't wait another second. His lips slammed against mine in a hard, bruising kiss. My hands shook as I reached for the buttons of his shirt, fumbling until they finally gave way. He broke the kiss just long enough to pull the shirt off and toss it aside. When he lowered himself back down, the feeling of his bare chest against my skin made me gasp.The kiss grew even more intense. I wrapped my arms around his shoulders, pulling him closer, needing to feel every inch of him. Our muffled moans were the only sounds filling the quiet room.Stefan pulled back slightly, his face flushed and his breathing heavy. He looked completely intoxicated by me. “Have you ever...?” he ask