Novel & Cerita Craving The Wrong Brother

he said as he added a third finger in my pussy. “Come on, tell me that you want my cock inside you with your husband sleeping next to us.” I hesitated, but before I could speak, he interrupted me. “Or should I wake daddy to satisfy your greedy pussy?” “No... no.” He ran his fingers through my hair, grabbing it gently and pulling my head back slightly towards him. “Tell me, Sabrina... tell me that you want my cock,” he whispered. “Tell me it’s better than my father’s.”

I just did what my brother told me to do. I stayed away. And honestly‚ that should have been easy. Thorne was Ethan's friend‚ not mine. He was ten years older than me‚ just like my brother. I was just the little sister who used to peek at him from behind the staircase railing whenever he came over to our house. But here was the thing nobody knew. Not my brother‚ not my mom‚ not a single soul on this earth. I had the biggest crush on Thorne Damian Anderson.

She is my person, the person I can share all my thoughts and fears, the person who has my back and has no expectations from me. All my life people had expectations for me because I am going to be the future beta of this pack. The worst part is that my brother will be my alpha. I’m tired of always coming second. My parents love him more and make him all his favors but as for me I have to be my brother’s keeper. I have to listen to him and in future I’ll have to keep him safe. As for girls they are all falling to his feet accept Ciera. She is immune to my brother charms and she doesn’t kiss my parent’s ass as many of our pack. My brother even flirted with here back in the days but she didn’t e

“Now he’s imprisoning him, putting shackles on him, and even raping him? This kind of thing happens openly in the 21st century? Wow, let’s see how far this goes, you psychopathic sex offender bastard!” I don’t want to admit it, but the funky and spicy quality is like buldak… “What! And the fact that William Bailey’s sworn enemy older brother Gabriel Bailey wasn't actually blood-related?! An adopted kid trying to take over BK Group by doing such cruel and atrocious things?! Wow, this crazy dysfunctional family…” It was addictive. “In the end, that guy Harper has a miscarriage and dies… He suffered to death and left so emptily. Meanwhile, why are you shedding tears and making a fuss, you basta

Cruz’s hands shook as he leveled the gun, his breath ragged. His brother’s smile didn’t waver. “Do it,” he taunted. “Prove me right and put a bullet in me, just like you should’ve years ago.” Cruz’s voice cracked. “You don’t understand. I never wanted this. I searched for you, I prayed for you. You were my brother!” “I was your shadow,” his brother spat. “The mistake you left behind when you built a new life.”

My brother lay in a growing pool of red, his chest shuddering once, twice, then still. Giovanni brushed his suit jacket, wiping Jack’s blood from his collar like it was a speck of dust. His grin returned, wider, crueler. “And there ends the story of the unworthy heir.” A sound tore from my throat—half snarl, half roar. I didn’t recognize it as mine until I realized my fists were bleeding from where I’d slammed them into the table. “You killed my brother.” Giovanni tilted his head, feigning innocence. “Correction, Kraven. He killed himself the moment he betrayed you as the Mafia's law implies that no one betrays his own brother or else will be killed. I just accelerated the process.”

Something about his words ignited my ego—and I liked it. I leaned in and kissed him first, slowly moving my hips. There was no hesitation in me… even though I knew this was wrong. “Ah—” “Look at you,” he whispered. I shut my eyes tight.Because if I looked at him… I might admit it. I was starting to enjoy this. “You like it, Olivia?” he pressed against me, forcing a louder moan out of me. God… I couldn’t stop. Damn it. I’m addicted. Addicted… to my own brother-in-law.

*** ~~~CHANCÉ~~~ *** I’ve sinned again. I got fucked by my best friend’s brother right beside her while she lay dead drunk and unconscious. What the hell is wrong with me? I toss onto my other side, and now my face is inches from Cortney’s. She sleeps so peacefully, completely unaware, while a vicious guilt gnaws at my insides like acid. So much for that self-help book. So much for swearing I’d stay away from River Dawson. So much for promising myself I’d heal before I ever saw him again.

Even his silence, which once felt charged and heavy, was just… absent now. And it shouldn’t have mattered. It shouldn’t have mattered to me. I told myself that every night. But it did. I caught myself listening for his footsteps when I climbed the stairs. I found myself searching the halls when classes let out, my chest tightening when I didn’t see him leaning against a wall like he used to. I didn’t ask Liam where his brother was. I couldn’t. Because what right did I have? Still, the ache was there, sharp and strange, like a bruise I didn’t remember earning.

But I've made a lot of silly risky moves to know, most things don’t go as planned. “I’ve been wanting to taste these since I saw them tonight.” Andres growls out, his voice deeper as he grips the ends of my shirt, trying to pull it over my head. I make the job easier for him and lift my hands. He makes a pleased sound that has my nether regions turning to mush. “They’re yours now,” he hums in agreement and unhooks my bra in one swift move, letting my breasts fall free of the constraint. I sigh, feeling free finally.