Craving The Wrong Brother Novels & Stories

He says as he wraps his arm around me to bring me impossibly closer to him and I let him, knowing in this state; he needs it for his sanity. "My mother died and my dad flew away from home. We never heard from him but to us, he was and remains dead. With my mother dead, everything got worse. My brother followed in the path of my father, but only worse. He would get drunk off his ass, blaming himself for our mother's death. They left me all alone, but I never gave up on my brother. I thought I could still save him, but fuck! I was so fucking wrong! He was long gone! He got himself with some terrible people. Dangerous people, Dawn! When my brother started paying attention to me again and our li

Pushing the two fingers deep inside me, I arched my back in the pleasure, eyes shut and body appreciating the pleasure that ran through my body. I had missed this pleasure already and it made me wonder, how would it be like if I decided to take the option of leaving. Made me wonder how badly I would crave this pleasure and even wilder pleasure if I left this place. And I hated to admit it, but how badly I would miss the Draxton brothers themselves if I left here. It wasn't just this pleasure that I would miss, that I would desire and crave almost desperately. I would also miss, desire and crave the both of them in their plainest forms.

“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.”

I sank onto the leather couch, the darkness of the apartment pressing in on me. I closed my eyes, and the truth washed over me, sobering and terrifying. I was in love with Yvonne Baldort. somewhere between the revenge plot and the stolen kisses, somewhere between the hatred for my brother and the softness of her skin, I had fallen. I had fallen for the mark, and I had no idea how to fix it. Because even if she chose me...even if she walked away from Arthur and came running to my door....I would ruin her. It was what I did. I destroyed things.

But, you know, maybe if I hadn’t gone dormant and I was still having indiscriminate sex with any willing partner who came along, I might not be in the situation I was in now. I wouldn’t have been feeling so starved for a nice long orgasm, to begin with, so I probably wouldn’t have flirted with Mayhem so hard on the street that night. Or outside Gabby and Hayden’s place after their party. And thus, I never would’ve hit her radar as Black Crimson at all. But, no… My fucking idiot cock craved her, and now look at where I’d found myself. Facing my big brother and confessing my mistakes, dammit.

“Does it really matter? It’s you I’m with now. And when I’m nearing my high, it’s your name I’ll be screaming out” He eyed me. “Tempting, but no. I’m not fucking you Crinka”. “Oh come on. Don’t pull a Ruarc”. He frowned. “A Ruarc?” “You know, the brother that says I can’t fuck Sia’s woman, but goes on to rape her when she’s the most vulnerable”. “Well I ain’t Sia’s brother Crinka.” “Prove it”. “What?” “If you’re not Sia’s brother then prove it. Take me to bed Sycamore. Right now and right here”.

The first taste turned me into an addict, and despite my five-year rehab, my body anticipated a sudden relapse. Sucking a ragged breath, I shifted my attention to the younger brother. Cameron resembled Alex… a lot. His brown hair—a mere shade brighter than his brother's—seemed to always work in his favor, even if he combed it with his fingers. His dark eyes carried a captivating intensity that made one lose their breath. His frame was as impressive as his brother's, and I was almost certain that underneath those clothes, an amazingly carved body was hidden. There was only one problem: in every aspect I could think of, Alex felt like more…

I would be pissed off too. "Do you know what you did? Do you know how many problems we're in this season just because you couldn't get over your stupid fucking obsession of journalism?" I swallow a large lump, not daring to look at my brother as his voice gets higher and higher. I deserve it. I deserve whatever word he throws at me. I should be lucky that he's not putting his hands on me. "I said I'm sorry." I manage to say it again. "And I said I don't fucking fuck with a sorry." He yells again. This time, I flinch moving back a little. My breaths turn shaky and my shoulders are shaky as well. I'm trying not to fucking cry.

"You owe me an apology and forty-seven new crystals." She heard him crouch beside her. She did not look at him. "I know who you are," she said when the silence stretched too long. "Cool." "Adrian Hale. Julian's brother. You play quarterback, you've been suspended twice, and your grandmother runs the family's business interests, which some people call "creative accounting" and others call "organised crime." I know exactly who you are, and I'm not afraid of you." A pause. "You should be," he said. His voice had dropped, not louder but more present. It was taking up more room. "A bookworm like you stays out of my way. Clear?"

Blurb Sabrina Daniels has spent years quietly pining for her older brother’s closest friend—the star forward and team captain, Ronan Dickson. When her parents leave the country for several months, she’s more than happy to move into the house her brother shares with Ronan… until the night she finally confesses how she feels and he turns her down. Shattered and embarrassed, Sabrina does her best to stay out of his way. But living under the same roof—and the undeniable pull that still crackles between them—makes distance almost impossible. Ronan may have rejected her, yet he never pulls away when she tests the boundary again. What begins as stolen, secret kisses quickly deepens into