Craving The Wrong Brother Novels & Stories

I limp off the bed and sit in front of the food, slowly grab a fork and take a bite without tearing my gaze from him. His lips twitch into a small smile. “You take orders well. My brother is a lucky man. I hate when women are feisty. They should be submissive, don't you agree, Miss Raven?” he tilts his head, speaking as if he's having a normal chat with his friend about the weather. “Don't worry, Damien is going to be here soon but before he does, you and I are going to have a very long chat,” “You hurt Zach, Dean, Henry and Scar,”

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.

His brother, Ethan. I flipped through the photos. More of them together. At parties, on beaches, in bars. They looked close. Happy. Like brothers who had no secrets. Then I found the last photo. It was of Grant and Ethan, but something was different. They were standing closer than brothers usually stood. Their faces were near each other, almost touching. And in their eyes, I saw it. The same hunger I'd seen in Grant when he looked at me. My blood went cold. I stared at the photo for a long time. Grant had told me that Ethan introduced him to "that life." Had he meant... this? Were they more than brothers?

I quickly shot her a text with my phone. ME: What the hell happened yesterday at the club? JEANNE: Lucian showing up? You should get used to the fact that our brother is getting obsessed with your whereabouts. Obsessed? I paused. Lucian was obsessed with my whereabouts? That's impossible! Then that ‘our brother’ comment she made? I cringed so hard. The three dots indicating she was typing bubbled again and I paused. JEANNE: Ask him how he knew. Ask who? Lucian? Was she crazy?

"You have to be so fucking good at sex. So annoyingly perfect. Fuckkkk..." "And you’re frustrated." "Gosh... fuck you. Fuck you and that nine inch or ten inch or whatever." "Okay, chill. What's going on with you right now." "YOU! ARRGHHH..." I groaned in frustration. "You fucking spoilt me. You made me fucking addicted. I crave you all the time. It's like a sickness. I... I..." Unless it's not a sickness. Unless I'm actually falling in love with my stepbrother.

The words lack conviction, sound more like a plea for him to continue rather than stop. God, I can't help it. I can't fight it anymore. I am craving this beyond comprehension, craving it with every fiber of my being. I am craving to go wild, to strip myself naked right now and have him fuck me till midnight without a single care in the world. I don't even care that my sister is in another section of this same building and she can stumble in at any time to catch us in this absolute atrocity. Anyways, luckily the door is locked, so it's going to be hard for her to figure that out, I tell myself, grasping at that small comfort.

He had a Gothic touch to his side, but that was normalized by the society. And he had a motive. His brother always told him about his sexual fantasies with Ravine. He planted a seed into his younger deviant brother that if he cannot fulfill his fantasies, his brother will do it for him. It happened as predicted also. The elder sibling died in a car crash, that left an impeding scar on the younger brother. He went insane for as long as he could remember. Then again, before he could forget about his brother's last wish, he began to attack Ravine when the times were not on her side.

“Fuck… oh God, Nico… don’t stop…” What the fuck are you doing? Nico screamed at himself internally, even as his other hand slid up Asher’s shirt, pinching a nipple hard enough to make him arch. This is Luca’s best friend. He could stumble down any second and catch you with your hand down his pants. You’re a sick bastard, Nico. A total fucking degenerate. But the guilt only amped up the heat, made his cock strain harder against his jeans. He ground against Asher’s thigh for some relief, groaning low in his throat. “This is wrong, Ash. So fucking wrong. But you feel too good to stop.”

They both have same dark hair, same strong jaw, same height, both commands attention but their eyes were different. Kaius's eyes were stormy and restless whilst Rhys's were cold and controlled. I suddenly understood why people were always careful around the Alpha brothers. They weren't merely princes but has an adjective “dangerous” added to their titles. And somehow, I had become caught between them. “I should go,” I whispered. Rhys looked at me and called, “Briar.” “I said I'm leaving.” He stepped aside immediately. That greatly surprised me. I had expected him to stop me.

The kind of fire that consumes. Craving the man I never should. Max, my supposed brother. Max's parents adopted me as a child and ever since I've been a part of their family. He practically calls me little sister but all I ever want to do is fuck him silly. Fuck him till I'm unable to move. I've secretly had a crush on Max since I was 12 and now, I'm 18 and he's 20. Can't recall the number of times I fell asleep thinking what it'll be like to have him fuck me so raw and hard till I cry for help out of pleasure. Is it right to want to fuck him? He's supposed to be my brother. Our parents (his parents) picked me up from the dump side as a child and taken care of me as theirs. I've always had a