Craving The Wrong Brother Novels & Stories

“I have noticed this little connection no not connection but I’ve seen the weirdness between you both, my brother watches you the way he does his prey and it doesn’t sit right with me. I’ve also seen you stealing glances at him and-” “No.” She protests. “Look I just want to warn you about my brother, Adrian is damaged Camilla not the good kind.” “We’re all damaged some more than others.” I shake my head at her, I guess I have to go all the way with this. “Adrian is the definition of damage. You look it up on G****e. It will bring you to him. He’s my brother and I love him but I have to be honest with you, Adrian is the devil not just because they call him that he really is. He is not like ot

The warriors throw out encouragement as I try to calm the raging sickness in my stomach. Flashes of my baby brother's life play in my mind as we begin to circle on another. Him learning to walk. Him following Hilda and I around everywhere. Him crying when we pushed him down or excluded him just to be mean. The first time father backhanded him and called him a runt. My baby brother. My sick, twisted, emotionally stunted brother. Was how he turned out somewhat on us??????? Oh Kraven. His lunge breaks me out of my trance and we engage. This is for Silver Tail. "Sacrifices must be made," is the last thought I have before I let my animal take over.

Oh wow… In the hundreds of years since I’d been born, since Absinthe and I had decided nothing would come between us, as brothers… something had come between us… and that something was human, with a delicious ass and fire in her veins. “Wow… she’s got you wrapped around her little finger, hasn’t she?” “Tell me you’re not the same.” Came my brother’s quick reply and I frowned, lifting my head and stared out into the desert. He was right… Marley had us both under her spell. She was intoxicating and we would both do anything to make her happy, even if that meant turning against each other. “Please Rhayden. Brother. Come back, and let her do what she needs to do, or we’re both going to lose her.

"You think that placing images of my brother fucking you would stop images of me fucking you from entering my mind." A rush of air moved across my neck as she sucked in a breath, and I inched forward. "That's right, little pet. My mind is filled with images of me fucking you right now. And let me assure you, knowing that my brother fucked you does not stop my cock from getting hard when I look at you bound by chains with your tits hanging out. But let me ask you this, lila. Did he fuck you like you wanted to be fucked? Did my brother feed your deepest...darkest...most forbidden desires?" The only sound was that of her heavy breathing, her hot breath coating my skin. With a quick sideway glan

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?

Not the porch steps or the wet hair or the cut on a lip I looked at twice when I should have looked away. Just this table and this candle and Tyler asking me what I’m building like the answer actually matters to him. “Can I ask you something?” he says over the tiramisu we’re splitting. “Yeah.” “Cain.” He says it carefully, watching my face. “Is it just the stepbrother thing or is there something else.” The name lands the way it always does. That small current. That pressure behind the sternum that I have gotten very good at breathing through. “It’s complicated,” I say.

“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.

‘When my husband lays on top of me, and his dick sinks in, I thank the lord that humans can’t read my mind because all I see and all I crave is his brother. That was the part where I should have shut the laptop, instead, I slowly sank to the floor and read even more. ‘My husband fucked like he was afraid to break me, but that was what I wanted, to be broken. To be used, choked, slapped and tossed around like a little slut, and every time I picture my fantasy coming true, hazel eyes look down at me. Arms strong enough to knock the life out of me squeezed my neck just enough for me to see stars.

I continue, “I can’t have a life. You have these… bottomless problems I always feel like I need to solve. And it’s messed with me, Finn. Now I don’t even know how to exist unless I’m fixing someone.” He doesn’t reply. I glance at him again. His face is stone. “Come back and fix mine then,” he says. I laugh—one short, bitter sound. “That’s the most selfish thing you’ve ever said.” “For God’s sake, what do you even see in my brother? He’s arrogant, rude, dangerous—he doesn’t care about anyone but himself. And you’re acting like he’s your damn soulmate or something.” My fingers twitch on the steering wheel. “You’re drawn to him like a moth to a fucking flame,” he says. “And I don’t get it. Beca

“That was a mistake.” Luke chuckled darkly, the sound curling around me like smoke. “Sweetheart, mistakes don’t feel that good.” Heat rushed to my cheeks, but I forced myself to look away, to pick at the bread on my plate even though I couldn’t taste a thing. I needed to stay away from him. I needed to remember who he was: Marcus’s younger brother, dangerous, reckless, the very definition of forbidden. And yet, every time he looked at me, my body betrayed me.