Craving The Wrong Brother Novels & Stories

"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.

“Why would you do that for me? He's your brother ,isn't he?” He didn’t answer immediately. He dragged a thumb over the back of my hand,drawing circles on my skin.“ Correction , he was.” I knew there was more to it. The tension that spewed between them was ancient.“And? What's in it for you?” He phrased.“ I simply want you to rise to the top again. And I want to be the man standing beside you when you do.” My chest throbbed,his words were refusing to make sense in my ears.“The fuck are you talking about?”

He rested his elbows on his knees and tilted his head like he was studying an injured animal he'd run down in the woods. "Well," Malcolm drawled, "that was intense. Real fuckin' Shakespearean drama right there. Brother turns on brother over some prime pussy. Classic." I didn’t respond. Didn’t have the spit for it. Just lay there staring at the blood-smeared floorboards, trying to focus on anything other than the searing pain lancing my skull or the deeper, gut-wrenching ache in my chest where brotherhood used to live.

A cold dread seeped into my bones as the words echoed in my mind. C-contract marriage? My knees nearly gave out. I staggered back, barely catching myself on the edge of the couch. No. That's not possible. My brother…my brother is trying to snatch my wife, my woman. That snake. That bastard. He has always snatched everything from me, and now, my wife? “NO!” I screamed, slamming my phone to the ground, watching it shatter into pieces, my chest burning with rage. I ran both hands through my hair, pacing in agitation.

His eyes flashed with pure darkness,for a second, I thought he would flip me onto the bed and take me right there,the hunger between us was insane — thick, suffocating, addictive. My body burned for him my mind screamed that this was wrong, that he was my brother, but my soul only craved more. Jayden’s hand slid up my back, fingers tangling in my hair he yanked my head back, exposing my throat. His lips hovered just above my racing pulse. “You’re playing a dangerous game, little brother,” he whispered, voice dripping with dark promise. “Keep pushing me… and I won’t stop next time i’ll fuck you until you can’t walk until the only name you remember is mine.”

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.

He sucks hard on my swollen clit, then shoves his tongue deep inside my clenching hole, fucking me with it while two thick fingers rub my clit in brutal circles. The ecstasy has me completely gone. My body is on fire, every nerve screaming for more. He’s my stepbrother. This is so fucking wrong. Mom would disown us both. But the thought only makes me push my ass back harder against his face, grinding my soaked pussy on his tongue like a desperate slut. “Yes—eat your little stepsister’s cunt, big brother. I’m so fucking wet for you.”

“I gave you your dream wedding night.” “You don't know that,” I blurted. “I know, Sophie… I know how much you had waited for it to happen with him.” “With him, yes. With you, no. Damn it. You're the wrong brother.” “Well, look who just became the wrong brother’s obsession. With that pussy of yours, you're not going anywhere.” Asshole. The car came to a stop. I still need answers. What are we doing here? “Do they know?” I asked him just as my right leg touched the floor.

I said to him proudly as he laughed loudly. “Wow, you are so fucking bored now. I can't imagine you talked to me that way after everything. I thought we were going to be together. I thought you would follow me. You don't know who you are picking over me. You actually think my brother Cyprus is going to treat you right? He wouldn't. He hasn't gotten what he wanted. Just like I had not gotten what I wanted that night. We are brothers. We have the same character. Come with me now, and let this all end,” he said so proudly.

“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