Craving The Wrong Brother Novels & Stories

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.

my number two club manager, Levi, asks from where he's standing beside me. I glance at him. “Why?” “You’ve been staring at your watch like you’ve got somewhere to be.” “I have a date.” His eyebrows lift. “With your girl?” “Yeah.” “That same one?” “Really?” He holds up his hands, grinning. “I’m just saying… you screwing Jade’s wife’s daughter seems kinda incesty. You and Jade are like brothers.” “I don’t think you understand the concept of incest, Levi. It would be incest if I were screwing Jade. That’s if we’re going with your statement about him being my brother.”

“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.

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.