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Juices gushed, puddling the sheets, tangy scent filling the room. His dirty talk replayed: "No one deserves you... body's for family." Hips bucked, tits swinging, slapping undersides. Free hand yanked a nipple, twisting vicious. Pressure coiled, belly tight. "Split me, brother... fuck your sis raw." Visions: him pinning me like this, cock ramming balls-deep, stretching till I screamed, cum flooding my womb.

I slammed into him in one brutal thrust, burying every inch of my cock inside his tight heat. A loud scream tore from his mouth, quickly melting into a deep, guttural moan. “Is this what you want?” I teased, pulling back almost all the way before slamming in again. “To get fucked by your stepbrother? Is this what you have been craving, baby?” “Oh god… right there… you are so fucking big… Jesus…” His words cut off into a broken cry as I thrust harder, angling my hips to nail his prostate with every stroke.

she whispers, but her voice breaks on the last word. I let out a dark, victorious smile. “I stopped caring about right and wrong the second I found out you're my brother's little fiancée.” I lower my mouth to her neck, and she shudders. A full-body surrender she tries and fails to hide. Then I give her the line that destroys the rest of her strength:

Nothing. Two years where a young woman should be building a career, dating, living loud the way the young do, and instead there was a flat gray space where the facts should be. I turned the page and the next one was worse. “This is wrong.” I sat forward and I read it again, slower, the way I read a contract. And the more carefully I looked, the worse it got.

I wonder what my Luna will think when she looks into my eyes. My Luna. It is a total mind-trick to think Lamia will walk up the stone steps to me. That we will slide the silver bands on, look into each other's eyes, and make the vow under the Moon Goddess. Shaun is right about one thing. I have wanted to put my teeth on my brother’s girl since we were teenagers. She is so beautiful, but she is also cold like mountain snow. I have slept with plenty of females who ran to my bed, but Lamia stays behind her stone walls. Breaking those walls down, one touch at a time, will be the greatest hunt of my life. She tries so hard to keep her fur perfect. Being the man who makes her go wild will be a gif

Knowing I needed to get out of my car and go inside, I reluctantly unbuckled my seat belt. The smell of coffee permeating the air welcomed me, hitting me with full force. The place is busy for a morning… too busy. It usually used to be calm and peaceful, and it’s the reason why I always wanted Derrick and I to come here. I honestly do not want to think of him right now but I can’t help it. There’s just one thought that keeps lingering in my mind no matter how hard I try to brush it away. Am I doing the right think fucking his brother?

“Nova…” “No.” My voice shook, but I forced steel into it. “You don’t get to rewrite history. You cheated. You lied. And you left me bleeding while you smiled. Don’t stand here and tell me you want me back just because you can’t stand that your brother treats me better than you ever did.” For the first time, anger flickered across his face, the smooth mask cracking. His jaw clenched, his tone sharpening. “Better? Adrian doesn’t do better. He controls. He manipulates. That’s all he knows. And if you think for a second that he’s going to choose you over his own plans, you’re even more naïve than I thought.”

*** ~~~CHANCÉ~~~ *** I’ve sinned again. I got fucked by my best friend’s brother right beside her while she lay dead drunk and unconscious. What the hell is wrong with me? I toss onto my other side, and now my face is inches from Cortney’s. She sleeps so peacefully, completely unaware, while a vicious guilt gnaws at my insides like acid. So much for that self-help book. So much for swearing I’d stay away from River Dawson. So much for promising myself I’d heal before I ever saw him again.