My Forbidden Brother のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 11 - チャプター 20

OLIVIA When I got home, no one was in. Not like there was no one, the staffs were in the house but not my dad and Adrian. "Welcome back, Miss Olivia. Would you like something to eat now before dinner?" a maid asked just before I went up the stairs. "Hmm, I'm not sure. Anything is okay, I'm just a little hungry. Just no bananas, I'm allergic." I replied. "Okay, miss." She held out a notepad. "Is there any other allergies you have, or foods you don't like?" “…Peanuts and shellfish,” I added after a brief pause. “Both are bad news. And I don’t do seafood in general—texture, smell, all of it. We’re not friends.” The maid nodded quickly, scribbling it down with practiced efficiency. “Noted, Miss Olivia. Anything else?” I hesitated, then smiled a little, feeling oddly shy about the last part. “I, uh… I have a guilty pleasure for spicy food. Like really spicy. Especially Korean food. Tteokbokki, ramyeon, kimchi—if it burns, I’ll probably love it.” Her eyes lit up in surprise. “

OLIVIA The drive to Beacon High was a blur of shifting gears and lingering fantasies. Every time I hit a bump in the road, the friction against my seat sent a treacherous jolt through me, reminding me exactly how sensitive I still was from my morning "interruption." ​By the time I pulled into the student parking lot, the sleek, expensive cars of my peers looked like toys compared to the heavy thoughts weighing on my mind. I took a deep breath, checking my cherry gloss one last time in the rearview mirror. ​"Stepbrother," I whispered, the word feeling illicit on my tongue. "He’s just my stepbrother." ​But stepbrothers didn't usually look at you like they wanted to take a paddle to your skin, and they certainly didn't haunt your dreams until you woke up breathless. ​I stepped out of the car, the cool morning air hitting my legs where the thigh-high socks ended. I felt a few stares from guys near the entrance, but I ignored them. They weren't him. They didn't have that gravelly

ADRIAN I kept my eyes on the assignment on my laptop, but I wasn't reading. It was impossible to focus on the words when the air in the room shifted the second Olivia walked through the door. ​I didn't need to look up to know she was there. I could smell her—chocolate, vanilla, and the faint, crisp scent of the outdoors. It was a sharp contrast to the sterile, wood-and-leather atmosphere of this house. ​"Hey," I said, my voice sounding more grounded than I felt. ​I forced myself to glance up, and for a second, my pulse betrayed my composure. She was sitting opposite me, her legs crossed. She looked exhausted, but it was the way she was looking at me that made my jaw tighten. There was a curiosity there, a lingering heat that she wasn't nearly as good at hiding as she thought she was. She asked me what I was doing. ​"College work," I told her, my fingers hovering over the keys. "You are not the only one dying with classes." ​I saw her nod, but her eyes were wandering. T

OLIVIA I raised my ass up a little so Adrian could take off the joggers I was wearing. I was now completely bare from the waist down. Adrian knelt in front of me, his head in between my legs. I wanted to feel him already. His mouth, his hand, anything but he didn't move. He just watched me squirm on his desk as I waited. Adrian didn't rush. He watched the way the dim lamp light played over my skin, his eyes devouring the sight of me laid out on his workspace, vulnerable and wanting. The air in the room felt like it was vibrating, charged with the sheer weight of his gaze. ​"You look beautiful like this, Olivia," he murmured, his voice a low, vibrating hum that seemed to settle right between my thighs. "Spread for me. I want to see everything." ​I did as he said, my face burning as I gripped the edge of the mahogany desk. I was past the point of modesty; I was starving for him. ​Finally, he leaned in. The first touch of his tongue was electric—hot, wet, and agonizingly slow

OLIVIA After Adrian walked out, I wanted to run up to my room and use my vibrator to make myself cum. I picked my bag and walked to the direction of the stairs. Adrian appeared again, leaning in to whisper "If you cum, all by yourself. I won't touch you for as long as I want." he said. I looked at him, completely betrayed.My mouth hung open, a silent protest dying on my tongue. He was serious. The dark, unwavering look in his eyes told me this wasn't just a teasing threat; it was a rule. He had read my mind with terrifying accuracy, predicting exactly what I’d do the second I got behind a locked door. ​"You wouldn't," I whispered, my voice sounding small even to my own ears. ​"Try me, Olivia," he countered, his voice smooth and cold as ice. He stepped closer, his shadow looming over me. "I want you to spend the day thinking about what I did to you. I want you to feel that ache with every step you take. And if I find out you cheated... if I find out you took the easy way out in