Brothers Best Friend Dark Romance Books Novels & Stories

Rule number one: Don't fall for your brother's best friend. Rule number two: Definitely don't move into his penthouse *** I have a condition. Doctors don't have a name for it. My exes just call me "broken." Four boyfriends. Four identical endings. Four men who gave up on a body that freezes when it should melt. Then there's Duane Richter. Three-time F1 World Champion. My brother's best friend. The man I've been dreaming about since I was fourteen—the kind of dreams that actually work, where my body does what it's supposed to, where I'm not frozen, where I'm not wrong. He's cold. Distant. Looks at me like I'm a problem he didn't ask for. But when he touches me— When he says my n

I'm not very social and would rather stay home on the weekends reading a book or watching horror movies with my best friend Sarah. "Olivia has always been a nerd Sean," his best friend since they were babies in diapers decided to add his unwanted comment into our conversation. "A bore." If anyone annoyed me more than my brother did, it would be his best friend Sean Walker. His hazel green eyes danced around with laughter as he looked me over. Co-captian of the schools football team, local man whore who can't keep his dick inside his pants, all of those things apply to my brothers best friend. He is so full of himself that he makes my blood boil.

I rocked faster, pressing my aching pussy right along his length, letting the friction tease us both. “I’ve wanted you for so long,” I breathed against his ear, my hair falling around us. “Since I was younger and you’d stand in the background watching me. I’d touch myself at night thinking about your hands, your mouth, your cock. You're my brother’s best friend, and yet all I could dream about was you claiming me. Ruining me for anyone else.” Killian’s breath came out ragged. His hands slid up my sides, gripping my waist under the leather. His discipline was cracking right in front of me. The loyal right hand man who never broke rules was losing the fight.

Humiliation coursed through her. He was right. She’d put up absolutely no fight whatsoever. What was she doing? This wasn't the kind of thing she'd normally do. This was Kaleb, Tilly's brother…. And he had a girlfriend. Yet she'd slept with him! "Look, I have an apartment in Rome. Come along and stay with me for the weekend." His abrupt change of subject caught her unawares. "What?" Sasha automatically shook her head and quailed slightly under the harsh light in his eyes. "No, I can't,"

And with that, he walked off. Alessia glared at his retreating figure. I cleared my throat. “Things seem tense. Brielle was right—you two need to get each other out of your systems,” I lowered my gaze. “Which you shouldn’t.” A casual relationship was a ticking time bomb from the start. I knew that better than anyone. I slept with my best friend’s brother to get it out of our systems. I fell in love. I got dumped. I lost my best friend of three years.

“I’ll pay you for your job. Not sex, Summer. But I’d be disappointed to find someone else when we have great chemistry. In bed.” I stared at him. My best friend’s older brother, who was an asshole, and my soon-to-be boss if I accept his offer. Yes, I enjoyed thinking about being forced into a scene when I had all the power to stop it with a safe word or a gesture. Reading and hearing hot romance books was wonderful, but they also offered new kinks.

"This is going to sound so wrong, so weird... I... I have feelings for someone I really shouldn’t." I bit my lip hard, watching her expression twist in anticipation. She almost burst out laughing but held herself back. "Girl! What is it? BDSM? Poly? Tell me!" I swallowed. "My stepbrother." "Holy flipping balls. Your what!?" "I know! It’s insane!" "Yeah, it is—but hey, you only live once. So... is he hot?" "Hot? He is sin. Like, walking temptation. Honestly, it’s exhausting... How do I stop myself from getting turned on just thinking about him?"

"But you broke me back. I think this is love, little brother." I thrust up deep inside her and filled her with cum as we came together. We were ruined for anyone else. Perfectly, twistedly, forever entangled. The End. Sam, Cole, and Lily's forbidden story continues only in their private world now. No more secrets. Just endless power exchange, rough sex, and the kind of dark love that only stepsiblings can share.

“Confirm what I said. Is it true or not?” Jack sighed. “True,” he said and Melissa beamed. “But I suggest Amber forget about Axel. After all, Axel is Cole’s best friend. Stories like this never end well,” he turned to Amber, whose expression had hardened, but he still wanted to say something. “Come on, Amber, he is your brother’s best friend.” “So what?” Amber snapped. “Where is it written or forbidden that I can’t fall in love with my brother’s best friend or date him? I thought you were my friend, Jack. What the heck are you saying?”

I squeezed through the bodies, my short dress riding up my thighs, the bass vibrating up through my heels and headed straight for the bar. Suddenly I slammed into something rock-hard and warm — a broad, unyielding chest that smelled faintly of whiskey and cologne. The impact jolted through me, knocking the air from my lungs and sending me stumbling back a step. My heart slammed against my ribs as strong hands instinctively caught my arms to steady me. "Watch where you're going," I snapped, looking up into those dark eyes that always seemed to mock me. Ace Booker. My stepbrother. The one person I hated more than anyone else in this world.