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She was strictly off-limits. I groaned again, rubbing my hands over my face in frustration. I shouldn't even be thinking about her in such a filthy manner. It was wrong. It was completely forbidden. But ever since I came back home from school, I couldn't help but feel more and more drawn to her every single day. I desperately wanted to know how she felt under my touch. I wanted to know how she sounded when she lost control. I wanted to know exactly how she tasted. I told myself that maybe—just maybe—if I could find the answers to all these questions just once, I would finally stop having all these crazy, toxic fantasies about her. Otherwise, I was going to end up dying with these wild fantas

If you knew what would happen to you in the future…! ‘Ah, damn, wait. I think there was a threesome scene too.’ Is this what they call the curse of knowledge? My head was gradually being dyed a damp red color. …No, let’s stop thinking, Gabriel Bailey! I decided not to imagine the promiscuous scenes from the novel with these kids! “Brother. Are you really not going to play?” “I have something to think about.” Just as I rejected Harper’s invitation again. “Brother. Do you hate your younger brother?”

I choked, my voice breaking. But he only moved closer, his boots splashing against the puddles as he closed the distance between us. “I told you,” he said softly, crouching down in front of me, his face inches from mine. The rain dripped from his lashes, sliding down to his mouth. “You married the wrong brother.” My breath caught. His nearness was suffocating, overwhelming. He smelled like rain and smoke and sin. “You think this is funny?” I spat, though my voice trembled.

Arms strong enough to knock the life out of me squeezed my neck just enough for me to see stars. No matter how I tried, I couldn’t unsee those eyes or the smug look on his face. My heart begged for the one I love, but my body knew exactly who would give it what it wanted, Damon Winchester. My husband’s only brother, and tonight, I was getting what I wanted.’ My cock stirred as I read those paragraphs. It did not feel like she was writing a story, it felt more like a confession and the thought of Isabel having such thoughts, such fantasy made my self-control tether on very dangerous lines.

I could feel it—like the walls of the bookstore were leaning closer, like every creak of the floor and hum of the light was holding its breath. He was only a step away. One single step. And I hated that my body noticed. That the closeness of him made my heart do things it never did with Liam—not the fluttering crush, not the familiar ache of waiting, but something sharper. Wilder. Dangerous. I dropped my eyes to the floor, desperate to steady myself. “I should go,” I whispered, but it didn’t sound like me. It sounded like someone else—someone who didn’t want to leave at all.

Ezekiel's Pov Travelling had always been easy— my private jets, watch, boardroom, foreign hotels– always familiar, controlled spaces where nothing unexpected ever touched me, but this trip— it felt different. Every single mile between me and that house only sharpened the one thing I felt I could outrun. Sleeping with my brother's wife was a mistake, but now– it felt like something I was dying to repeat. Lauren Wright— I mean Lennox, all thanks to him, she should have been mine, damn I'll treat her better.

IVANA'S POV This was so wrong. Very wrong in all aspects, but why did I want more? Why did I crave for more? Why did I want Ruslan to pin me against the wall and fuck me senselessly? We don't share the same blood, but still, we are siblings by marriage. Me, Ruslan and Lara. We are siblings by marriage, but why do I want my step-brother to fuck me like a whore? Like a slut who after being fucked, would be paid for her service?

Chapter 18 Adelie POV It's a beautiful morning, and I'm glad that I'll be having breakfast with my parents today. Just how much I've missed them so much. These past few days without them have been unarguably boring. Descending the staircase minutes later, the aroma coming from the kitchen welcomes me and realizing that I'll be eating from the food made by that scumbag I call a brother, I can't help but roll my eyes angrily. I'm still so mad at him for treating Cynthia the way he did yesterday. For goodness sake, she did nothing wrong. All she did was confess her feelings to the bastard she claimed to be madly in love with. As much as I'm sad about what happened, I'm also happy that she reali

Gabriella “I want to stretch you out until you can’t close your legs, Gabriella. I want to watch my brothers fill your mouth and your ass while I bury myself so deep in your pussy you forget your own name. We’re going to paint you in our cum, record every desperate sob you make for us, and then we’re going to make Derek watch his ‘perfect, repressed wife’ transform into our personal, filthy little pet. You’re going to be so used, so thoroughly ruined by the three of us, that you’ll never even remember what his pathetic touch felt like.” I read the text again, my heart hammering against my ribs like a trapped bird that wanted its fucking freedom. My breath hitched, a sharp, jagged sound in th

“Still leaking my brother’s load. I can taste him on you.” Hmm, she knows her brother's taste 😏😫, interesting. I cried out and grabbed her hair, grinding my pussy against her face. “Eat it then, you jealous bitch. Clean your baby brother’s cum out of my sloppy hole.” Lila moaned louder and shoved two fingers into my ass hole while she sucked my clit. She finger-fucked my ass hard and fast, curling them, making wet, obscene squelching sounds. I was shaking, my juices running down her chin.