My Dear Brother Is Obsessed With Me Novels & Stories

and those words of his shattered her soul cruelly because she was finding herself trapped in the arms of that man who was utterly forbidden for her to fall in love with but she was already in love with him more than anything and anyone but…. What brutality this love of hers was going to make her endure because she was in love with HER OBSESSED STEPBROTHER?

/-Melody-/ I couldn't believe that my own brother was trying to force me to go to a psychiatric hospital simply because he felt I was obsessed with him. So what if I was? That didn't mean I was crazy or anything. My head was working perfectly and if it wasn't, I wouldn't need anyone to tell me that. It was all because of that woman. That god-forsaken gutter bitch nobody he picked up from wherever. She was rhe one making him believe that everyone else was the problem when it was clearly her. It was more annoying that Maxmillian wouldn't want to hear me out.

He assured me and I immediately clocked in on what he was saying. "I think it would also interest you that your beloved sister is getting involved with a man that you don't think deserves her. The only problem with this situation is that she doesn't seem to care, it is just a way of expressing herself. But I'm sure you pretty much want to grind his teeth against a wall. I don't think it's going to be easy for you though." He kept laughing mockingly. It was one thing for a person to be annoying, it was another for the person to be deliberately annoying and acting like he was some god when he wasn't.

I felt myself twitch, thickening instantly under the pressure. “Stepbrother,” he whispered, voice dropping, “I know you’re obsessed with me. You love it when I touch you.” I inhaled sharply, the contact sending a jolt straight through me. My cock betrayed me, hardening fully against his knee. Fuck. He wasn’t wrong. I’d been fighting this obsession for months ever since he turned twenty-two and started filling out, walking around the house in those tight shirts, staring at me like I was his whole world. The way he’d “accidentally” brush against me in the hallway. The way I’d catch him sniffing my hoodies when he thought I wasn’t looking. It was driving me insane.

It was true that Love might need her space, but I was struggling with the thought of not being able to see her at all during these days that felt so full of meaning. "I think my brother is just afraid Love is going to grow wings and fly away before he has the time to grab her." This is what I get for being so open with my family. Yet even tho they may know the surface of my feelings they have no idea how it feels deep down, the obsession that is starting to form inside me... to be honest... the amount of time my brain is solely focusing on Love... it was scaring me. I felt my cheeks heat at Sebastian’s comment, but I couldn't deny the truth in it. He had a point, and I hated how accurately h

My fears roared back to life. "I'm trying," he continued, his voice rough. "Trying so hard to control myself, to let you live the life you want. But when I see you with him—with anyone but me—" His jaw clenched, his nostrils flaring as he took a steadying breath. "I want to rip the world apart." When did Kester get to this point? Wasn't this... Obsession? I had read about this in some books, and it was said to be unhealthy. My brother couldn't be obsessed with me.

We were in their territory and it's weird for them to hear a man calling me an Alpha. "My apologies, may I know if you want him here, sir?" he asked. I scowled and let out a deep sigh, looked like I had no choice after all, "let him in," I commanded and he obeyed immediately, then after a few minutes, my brother came in from the front of the door, thumbs in his pockets, wearing a long mischievous smile and staring at me as he closed the door behind him using his feet, kicking it from behind him.

He laced his fingers through mine and pinned my hands above my head, our fingers tangled together on the pillow while he fucked me in long grinding strokes that reached places inside me that had nothing to do with my body. "I killed my brother because I lost control." His forehead pressed against mine and his hips rocked into me in a rhythm that was making the orgasm build again, slow and inevitable. "I've spent every day since making sure it never happened again. And then you walked into my life and I stopped caring about control because losing it with you doesn't feel dangerous. It feels like breathing."