Alle Kapitel von Filthy Cravings: Your BROTHER Is Mine: Kapitel 31 – Kapitel 40

31. TianaMy phone kept ringing on my palm as I looked at it and I didn't want to answer. Genova’s name flashed insistently on the screen. I reached to answer out of habit, but Roman caught my wrist, his grip firm yet gentle.“We are not going,” he said, his voice low and final, leaving no room for argument.I blinked up at him, still dazed and breathless from everything we had shared. My body ached deliciously, thighs sticky with his cum, core throbbing from how thoroughly he had claimed me across every room of the villa.“Roman… I have to prepare for the dinner. My mother already called and if I don’t show up…”He took the phone from my hand, swiped to decline the call without hesitation, and tossed it aside on the cushion. His dark eyes locked onto mine, intense and possessive.“I am not comfortable with Genova suddenly acting like he cares,” he murmured, his hand sliding down my side. “Not after everything he put you through. Not after the way he has treated you for years.”The wo

33. TianaI stared at the phone in my hand, Genova’s name still glowing on the screen. My heart pounded heavily. Roman stood close, his presence steady and warm beside me in the elegant spa suite.I answered the call."Genova, go alone," I said quietly before he could speak. "I will come by myself."Silence stretched on the other end, then a sharp exhale filled with fury crackled through the speaker."What did you just say?" His voice rose, tight and angry."I said go alone. I will meet you there."Another deep exhale, this one heavier, like he was trying to control himself. "Where are you, Tiana? I came home to pick you up and you are not here. I cannot see you anywhere in the house."The accusation came next, sharp as a blade. "Are you cheating on me?"The words hung in the air. A surprised laugh escaped my lips before I could stop it. The sound felt foreign but freeing."Cheating? Really, Genova?" I repeated, still smiling faintly. "Who was it that asked for an open marriage, Genov

35. TianaThe car moved through the quiet streets. The emerald dress still clung to my body, my skin warm from the spa and the earlier passion with Roman. The dinner replayed in my mind. My mother’s sharp words and Genova’s shocked face. The way I had finally spoken without shrinking. Exhaustion and a strange sense of power mixed inside my chest.“Take me somewhere for fresh air,” I said quietly. “Not home. Anywhere else.”Roman glanced at me. He did not ask questions. He simply changed direction. The city lights faded behind us. Trees grew thicker along the road. The air became cooler and cleaner. After some time he turned onto a quiet path and parked near a gentle river. Moonlight shimmered on the moving water. The soft sound of the current filled the night.I stepped out of the car. The grass felt cool and soft under my heels. Roman followed, staying a few steps behind me. I walked closer to the riverbank and breathed in deeply. The frustration from the dinner still burned hot in

37. TianaRoman guided me quietly down the hallway. His hand rested firmly on my lower back, steady and warm. The house felt different now, heavier with tension. Every step echoed softly on the floor. Genova was somewhere upstairs. I could almost feel his anger hanging in the air like a storm cloud ready to break. My legs still felt unsteady from the long night, but Roman’s touch kept me grounded.He opened the door to my room and let me step inside first. The moment the door clicked shut behind us, he pulled me into his arms. His hug was tight, protective. One hand cradled the back of my head while the other pressed against my waist. I buried my face in his chest and breathed him in. The scent of his skin mixed with the faint smell of the river and our earlier passion wrapped around me like safety.“You are safe,” he whispered against my hair. “I have you.”I nodded, my fingers clutching his shirt. He tilted my chin up gently and kissed me. The kiss started soft but quickly deepened.

39. TianaMy heart hammered so hard I thought it might crack my ribs. I stood in the middle of the bedroom, still trying to pull myself together after the shower and the almost-sex that had left me aching and unsatisfied. The air smelled like soap, sex, and fear. Roman was hidden in the bathroom, naked, listening to every word. And now Genova filled the doorway like a storm that had finally broken.He looked at me with those intense eyes I once loved, but tonight they carried something sharper, jealousy mixed with desperation. His usual confidence had cracks in it. His shirt was slightly rumpled, and his jaw was tight.“Dinner is ready,” he repeated, stepping further into the room. His gaze swept over the bed, the slightly messy sheets, the faint dampness in my hair. “I noticed you didn’t eat at your mother’s.”I swallowed, forcing my voice to stay steady. “I wasn’t hungry. And how could I with you and her breathing down my neck?”He closed the door behind him with a soft click that s