Filthy Cravings: Your BROTHER Is Mine
"Is that pussy still aching for me?" Roman breathed, his thumb tracing dangerously close without landing. "Two years of being ignored and one touch from me has you soaking through your pretty little underwear."
"I hate you," I whispered, even as my hips chased his hand.
"No you don't." His eyes locked on mine, dark and certain. "You hate that your husband never once made you feel this way. You hate that it's his brother who knows exactly how to ruin you."
He was right and I hated him for it.
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It shouldn't have been Roman touching me, consuming me and making me scream things I couldn't take back.
He was reckless, unapologetic and completely wrong for me.
He was also my husband's brother.
Yet one look from him dismantled two years of careful composure. One touch and every reason to stop dissolved into nothing.
I should have walked away the night he found me on that couch.
Instead I said yes.
And Roman Clarke never stopped collecting on that answer.
This is not your normal spicy, I am here to remind you that some cravings are worth every consequence.