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It drove me crazy in the best possible way, turning me into an addict for something I may probably never get again. "Fuck Kitten." He cursed against my skin, sounding almost as breathless as I was. "You're soaked for me." I threw my head onto his shoulders as he pumped his fingers in and out of me, keeping that slow hard pace. My world felt like it was been rippled apart, opening a part of me I never dared to explore. Why do forbidden things always taste so damn sweet? "Nick... don't stop." I pleaded, eliciting the softest groan from him.

I couldn’t leave my room that day. Not after the close call. I stayed curled under the covers, body still throbbing from Mason’s tongue, mind replaying every filthy word and the dangerous hunger in his eyes. The ache between my legs refused to fade. I wanted him. Needed him. The forbidden pull had become unbearable. By morning, the craving consumed me completely. I slipped downstairs in nothing but a tiny pair of shorts that barely covered my ass, the fabric riding up with every step. The house was quiet. I poured myself a hot cup of coffee, the steam rising like my own restless heat.

Yet my body is betraying me, responding to him in ways I've never responded to anyone. "You can't do this,” I say, not recognizing my own voice. “You’re my best friend's brother. There's a code of conduct about these things." "A code? Screw your codes," he says. "I see what I want, I take it. Unlike you, pining away in silence, letting your life pass by. That is something I’m going to teach you, Sloane Mercer, how to bend the universe's will and take what you want." My breath hitches. "I don't need your lessons. Thank you very much.”

The person who belonged to his brother. "You look like you need a distraction," the blonde murmured, leaning in. Her lips brushed the sensitive skin of his neck. It was a good offer. A reasonable offer. A warm body to erase the memory of the one he couldn't have. It was what Arthur would do. It was what any sane man would do to get the edge off. A growl ripped out of his chest, low and wild. The blonde pulled back, a smile playing on her lips, mistaking the sound for desire.

“Wanted. That’s cute. But let’s be real. Does he go quiet after sex? That brooding thing where he pulls away and stares at the ceiling like he’s solving world hunger? Or have you managed to change that too? Come on, details. Does he tie you up yet? Make you beg on your knees? I bet he’s rough with you—Briggs looks like someone that likes it rough. Does he choke you a little? Cum inside you and then watch it drip out while he tells you who you belong to? Or is it all still vanilla because you’re not quite the type he usually breaks? I’m only asking because I care. We all want to make sure you’re not in over your head.” Brianna jumped back in, her curiosity clearly getting the better of any si

Levi, who wanted to take everything from his brother and had chosen me as his weapon. Nate, who’d claimed my body but wouldn’t give me his heart. Who’d touched me like I was his entire world and then walked away like I was nothing. I’d gone from being overlooked to being an obsession. Be careful what you wish for, my mother used to say. I curled into a ball on Nate’s sheets, surrounded by the smell of sex and cedar and smoke, and cried myself to sleep. Because I was caught between two brothers. And because wanting them both might get me killed.

“Do you want to embarrass me? What if my twin brother shows up with a stunning woman, and I’m alone at the anniversary? Don’t you think people will talk?” Still, I said nothing. And that silence said everything. His brother again. Of course. That unspoken rivalry. That explained the sudden gym obsession, the protein shakes, the late-night workout videos he’d been sending me unsolicited. I’d thought he was trying to better himself for us. Now I saw it differently, he was competing. What I needed was change. What he offered was guilt wrapped in favours I never asked for. “I’ll pick your brother up,” I said at last, “but on one condition, you’re not coming with me.”

Everyone else came and congratulated us. "I still owe you a ring Millie Mouse since you stole my chance to propose," Hayden said. "Yeap, I win," I smirked. I didn't care about the ring or anything else. All I wanted was the guy of my dreams, and he was standing right in front of me. His pale blue eyes were gazing into mine. I encircled my arms around his neck and got lost in his kiss. ___ end ___ Thank you everyone for reading The Wrong Brother! Please be sure to check out my other stories in this platform:

“That night never should have happened. I was drunk, broken. And—” “You finally let yourself have what you’ve wanted for ten years,” he cut in, voice dropping low. “Except you had the wrong brother.” I froze. Wrong… brother? He took another step closer. “Now, little mate… shall we talk about Sebastian? Or would you rather talk about what happened between us two nights ago? How you moaned my name while you came apart underneath me?” My hands curled into fists and cheeks flushed a deep, mortified red in shame. “Shut up,” I scolded harshly, as I glanced around quickly, noticing the curious stares from passing travelers.