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I said. “My brother, Luciano, developed a weakness as he grew older and that was compassion. He told me he could shed his old skin and become this new person. He believed it was going to happen but he ended up dead—murdered by the very people he was hoping to save. That was the first time he had ever taken his eyes off the ball in four decades and it cost him his life.” I clenched my fists as the image of my father’s stubborn face flashed in my head.

And I just kissed him back. His tong and mine were dancing and I was feeling complete. I was a strange feeling I had never felt that way with his brother. And then realization heat me, I can’t do that to his brother. I am dating his brother, he doesn’t deserve this. And he doesn’t deserve someone who is into his brother. So, am I into his brother? Oh, goddess I am and I have been all these years but I was too scared to admit it. And I was scared because I am not a high-ranking wolf and furthermore he is a player, and I am like any other girl to him.

Lucian poured something warm into the thermos cap, handing it over. “What is this?” “Hot chocolate.” We sat in comfortable silence for a while, the city humming quietly below us, his shoulder pressed warm against mine. I took small sips of the hot chocolate, watching the lights flicker in the distance, achingly aware of every point where our bodies touched. “Can I ask you something?” I said eventually. “Always.” “Why me?” The question slipped out before I could stop it, quieter than I intended. “You could have anyone, literally anyone. Why did you have to pick your annoying, reckless stepbrother?”

but I had wanted it. And the scar part is that I think I still do..... "Don't go mute now Winter," Ashton grumbles. "Did my brother force you to have sex with him- "God Ashton! No he hadn't! I wanted it!" I snapped, my eyes filling up with more tears until they were trailing down my cheeks. "Winter..." his voice softens into one of regret and I burst into tears. Regret. Again. "What do you want me to tell you Ash!? That I ended up being one of the stupid girls your brother fucked and discarded like I was nothing?!" I cried, now staring out of the window as my chest heaved.

Something about his words ignited my ego—and I liked it. I leaned in and kissed him first, slowly moving my hips. There was no hesitation in me… even though I knew this was wrong. “Ah—” “Look at you,” he whispered. I shut my eyes tight.Because if I looked at him… I might admit it. I was starting to enjoy this. “You like it, Olivia?” he pressed against me, forcing a louder moan out of me. God… I couldn’t stop. Damn it. I’m addicted. Addicted… to my own brother-in-law.

you would just let me in, we could—” The door opens. Zara, in the doorway. Phone in her hand, her face tight in a way that makes my stomach drop before she says a word. “Layla.” Her voice is careful in the specific way of someone trying not to make something worse. “You need to come. Something happened in the fight. They’ve stopped it.” “What—” “It’s Cain.” Her eyes find mine and there’s something in them beyond urgency, something that looks almost like a warning. “You need to come now.” I am already reaching for my bag. “Layla.” Tyler’s voice, behind me. “Is it him. Is that what this is? Is he the reason why you dont want me anymore?” I stop with my hand on the door frame and look back a

NOVA I think my brother is the biggest dick that ever lived. No, I know that he is. He doesn't speak to me for days after Aunt John's place and the first thing he says to me is to get away from the new guy? Absolutely not. It's clear that they have some type of beef between them. The new guy is still seated beside me, his eyes on Noah. I don't need him to speak to know that he knows who my brother is. It's evident in the way their glaring at each other.

“God, Frankie, I want you so badly. Do it… please. Suck my pussy until I come.” And he gave me exactly what I wanted. He licked my clit once before sucking it into his mouth. “You taste so good. Sweet and all mine.” I moaned, and my eyes nearly rolled back in my head. There was no confusion about what I was doing. I didn’t care what anyone thought, didn’t care what society or our family would say about me fucking my brother. We were both twisted, and it was perfect. “Tell your big brother's best friend what I want to hear, Saffa baby. If you’re my good girl, I’ll give you anything you want.”

It takes a while before the typing dots appear. Rhys: For you? Always. What’s wrong? A small smile tugs at my lips as I type: Nothing bad. Just… wanted to ask something. Rhys: I’m listening. I exhale slowly, my fingers hovering for a moment before I write the message I’ve been debating since Larry left: My stepbrother is looking for a job. I thought maybe I could ask if there’s any opening at Vertico? There’s a pause. Long enough for my anxiety to start crawling in. Then:

I muttered. She walked over and patted my shoulder, her tone shifting. "Your stepbrother's a bitch. He didn't even bother explaining himself, acting like some jealous ex-or worse, like an alpha king. He was completely out of line, and he needs to be confronted." I arched a brow at her. She had no idea who my stepbrother really was. "Have you ever heard of Christopher Gravemoor?" I asked quietly. Her eyes widened. "You mean Christopher Gravemoor? The hottest bachelor alive? The mafia king with those eyes and those arms-oh my God..." Her voice trailed into a dreamy sigh before snapping back to shock. Her gaze locked on mine, realization hitting her hard.