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I screamed, body rigid and slick with sweat, but he craved more. He withdrew, lips trailing kisses up my torso, ripping off my bra to free my stiff nipples. He latched onto one, sucking greedily, pulling fresh moans from me. One hand kneaded my breast; the other gripped his cock, stroking its throbbing length, tracing veins as pre-cum beaded. But he stopped me, seizing my wrist with a growl: 'Not yet, Cherry.' His voice was rough—he wasn't done.

"You drew blood on your own brother, over a woman. It has never been done in this lineage, we don't let women have hold over men." "I shot him, not because of a woman but because he tried to steal my position through marriage." "She's nothing," Ethan spat, staring at me with pure hatred. "A street rat who was convenient." Adrian's grip tightened on my hand. "Watch your mouth." Enzo's voice rose. "Brothers don't turn on each other like this." "Then we were never really brothers," Adrian replied. "This girl is tearing our family apart." Ethan slammed the desk, bellowing with full force. I cowered at Adrian's back.

CRAVING MORE CYRUS'S POV I lay there, chest heaving, staring down at him like he'd just rewired my entire brain. dominic, sprawled on the bed, his hair plastered to his forehead, his chest rising and falling too fast, his cock still twitching from me, and my god—I wanted him again already, even though my balls were empty and aching. Fuck. I knew I'd never get enough of him. I could never get enough of him. My hands flexed, fingers curling on the sheets, just wanting him closer, wanting the heat back, the smell, the taste of him. The way he looked at me, with that mixture of fear and want, that submissive little bitch look I loved so much—it made my chest tighten until I thought it would impl

Ropes of cum painted my lips, my tongue, my cheeks, hot and thick and endless. He smeared it across my face with the head of his cock. Then he leaned down, licked a stripe through his own mess, and kissed it into my mouth, filthy and possessive. When he finally pulled back, I was trembling, covered in him, aching so badly between my legs I could barely think. He tucked himself away, calm as anything, and stood. I reached for him, desperate. He caught my wrist, pinned it to the bed. “Brothers don’t fuck their little sisters, Scarlett,” he said softly, cruelly. “And you just earned yourself a week of this pussy staying empty.”

I didn't want to feel that I made a mistake in my choice of a husband but it continues to feel that way right from the very start. Am I a bad girl? Why do I crave the wrong brother?

“He sets all these rules and it turns me on. The way he watches me, tells me what to do, grabs me like he owns me. I touch myself thinking about his cock stretching my pussy every single night.” My brother looked disgusted but I couldn’t stop the words. My body was on fire, thighs trembling as wetness soaked through my panties. Jax’s fingers dug into my hip harder, like he was holding back from bending me over right there. “You’re crossing every line,” my brother snapped, voice rising. “She’s family, Jax. My little sister. And you’re fifteen years older, running your club, acting like you can just take what you want.”

This is working. I read the message three times and tried to feel victorious, tried to convince myself that destroying my brother and his wife was somehow making my own life better. It wasn't working. But I was too far in to stop now, too committed to this path of revenge to turn around even if I wanted to. So I finished my drink and started planning what I'd say at the hearing, how I'd present myself as the concerned father just trying to protect his son from a chaotic household. And I tried not to think about Scarlet lying in that hospital bed watching the news coverage that was destroying her reputation while she was completely powerless to defend herself.

He leaned back casually in his chair, like this wasn’t the cruelest twist of fate I’d ever been handed. “Yes,” Mom said, squeezing the man beside her—Richard, apparently. “This is Caleb.” She gestured to him like she hadn’t just handed me a death sentence. “Your new stepbrother.” The room spun. My breath stuttered. My chest locked tight around the secret clawing at my throat. Stepbrother. The stranger I let touch every inch of me. The man whose fingers I begged for. The one I let inside me without knowing who he was. That man was now family.

“Say, you will do anything that big brother will tell you, right?” He asks the same question that his big brother told him long ago. Just like how his big brother felt back then, his heart is slowly being filled with the sin that he could no longer escape from. “Everything that this big brother of yours wanted.” More than the pure glee of basking in the light and goodness. He is having the dread and thrill to satisfy himself and his wants. Twisted and slowly drowning in his twisted insanity, he reaches his hand inviting the unknown prey. “I will and always, forever will be, big brother.”

Alpha Nicholas snaps his fingers and the crowd continues their own things to do, not attempting to look in our direction. “You’re making us obvious,” I hissed when I read the title of the books that Alpha Antonio is reading right now. Trio mate, History of a rare phenomenon, The curse of the moon goddess. He only looked at me before he continues to jot down words. “Anton!” Someone hissed and that is his twin brother. “Alpha Antonio for you, little brat,” he snapped before I can feel his hands crawling into my legs under the table. I looked at Alpha Antonio for help but he didn’t seem to notice what his brother is trying to do.