Pleasured By My Elder Brother
I thought about him again today. God, I'm so fucked up.
I want my brother to ruin me.
I want his hands on my body, his mouth on my skin, his name the only word I can remember when he's done with me. I want him to push me against a wall and take everything I've been begging him for in the dark.
The worst part? He's not even really my brother.
I found out the night I came home, hospital mix-up, swapped at birth, the daughter they raised isn't the daughter they made. Which means Damien Nightbane, the man who's haunted my dirtiest fantasies since I was eighteen, the man whose touch makes me wet and desperate and insane... he's not off-limits anymore.
Except he is.
Because he raised me. Protected me. Watched me grow up. And I spent two years running from the way his eyes follow me, from the tension that crackles between us, from desires so shameful I can only confess them to a stranger online.
A stranger who knows exactly what I want.
A stranger who tells me my fantasies aren't wrong.
A stranger who makes me feel seen in ways no one else ever has.
I should have known better. Should have realized that the man who whispers dark promises through a screen and the man who grips my shoulders too tight in hallways might be the same person.
But by the time I figured it out, his hands were already on me.
And Damien Nightbane doesn't let go of what's his.
Warning: This is a dark, explicit romance featuring a possessive, obsessive billionaire and the woman he's been waiting years to claim. Contains mature themes, explicit content, and a "brother" who's definitely NOT playing nice.