Seducing My Brother Novels & Stories

I traced the scent to see a tall man in dark expensive suit walking closer to us like he owned the fucking world. Holy fuck, he smelled so fucking delicious, like heaven. I could eat him up. The moment his blue eyes landed on me, I froze. What was he doing here? The older man smiled proudly. “This is my son, Christian.” What??? Mom laughed, completely unaware of the storm going on inside me. “That means he’s going to be your stepbrother soon!” Stepbrother? The hot stranger I had given my virginity that night, who had my moans in his head and my taste on his lips would be my stepbrother??

“I need to make my brother stay in the city, work with our company and accept his share of the inheritance.” It’s not just the condition that surprised her. “You have a brother?!” Kael smiled amusedly. “Yeah, a hard-headed one.” “Oh… and you have to make him stay with you? Does he know about this? Why don’t you just tell him?” Is his brother not in the right mind to accept such a lot of inheritance? “I told you, he’s a hard-headed one.” “Oh, then what does it have something to do with me? I am still married to you…”

Each word was clipped, laced with a desperate control. "I'm not a child," I countered, my chin lifting. "I'm eighteen. And I'm not just your best friend's daughter anymore, am I? I'm living here. With you." I let my gaze drop to his lips again, then back to his eyes, trying to convey every forbidden thought that had ever crossed my mind. He let out a low, frustrated sound, a mix between a growl and a sigh. His grip on my wrist tightened for a second, then loosened, but he still didn't let go. He was fighting himself, and the sight of it was intoxicating.

His voice dropped just slightly, like he was about to reveal some universal truth. “My brother can’t marry you,” he said bluntly, leaning forward across the table. I blinked, then blinked again. For a moment, I wasn’t sure I heard him right. But he didn’t stop. “He won’t,” Daniel continued. “He’s just wasting your time. You’re a distraction to him. A toy. Someone he can turn to when he needs to blow off steam or when the pressure of the world gets too much. You satisfy him physically, emotionally… temporarily. But long term? He’s not thinking about that with you. He never was.”

"You asked to see me?" "I did." He waited until everyone had respectfully left the room, once they were alone... He walked toward her. She searched his face. "You're really doing this?" "Yes." He replied and she said. "You don't have to." "I know but I want to." She lowered her eyes. "They're saying horrible things." "I've seen them." He said and she continued. "They're saying I betrayed Evan." "I've seen that too." He replied again "They're saying you married your brother's girlfriend."

Way 3: I Seduced My Husband’s Brother Chapter 2: Cracking I stood there in the middle of the kitchen with my tiny shorts pushed halfway down my thighs, my smooth, dripping pussy completely exposed. The cool air kissed my wet folds and made me shiver. Nathan’s eyes were locked between my legs. He looked like he was in physical pain trying to hold himself back. “Sophia… pull your fucking shorts up,” he growled, voice low and strained. His fists were clenched so tight the veins on his forearms stood out. “This isn’t a game. Mark is my brother.”

His pace was still as fast as ever as he swallowed my moans with his mouth. I moaned into his mouth as he hit a certain place in my body that caused pleasure to rack through me. Brother didn't stop. He continued to thrust at that particular place until I— "Come for me," Brother whispered into my ear. And it was all I could do not to obey his words. I arrived at the same time as my brother. We both screamed each other's name as the ecstasy took control. "I love you," my brother whispered into my ear. "I love you, too," I murmured back.

I should have listened to him. "Are you going to listen?" the voice demands. I nod, trembling with adrenaline coursing through my veins. "You won't scream?" the voice questions. I shake my head, knowing better than to provoke them. But I need to find a way to fight back when the opportunity arises. "Great," he murmurs, his nose grazing my cheek. "I can totally understand why my brother is so infatuated with you. You're absolutely stunning." He firmly grabs my buttocks and emits a low growl, inhaling the scent of my hair. "He always managed to have the best of everything. But now, I'm here to claim it all for myself. What was rightfully his was always meant to be mine." He releases his grip o

"You're trying to control my life. But it won't work." My father's expression softened, his voice cracking. "Sarah, please... I'm doing this for your own good." I laughed. Yeah, fake laughter is now my thing. "My own good?" I asked skeptically. "You have no idea what's good for me." My father's stern expression cracked, revealing a glimmer of uncertainty, and I rolled my eyes at it. "Sarah, go out, explore Paris. Find a guy," he said, his voice soft, but it sounded like a command, a thinly veiled attempt to distract me from the pain he'd caused.

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. "What do you need?" I asked immediately, I sounded cold as I possibly could. "Woah! Woah! Woah! What a manner? I just came here, are you not going to at least give your brother some welcome hug?" he teased as he sat on the chair across mine and fix his hair as always, trying to look cool as ever. He looked funny, he never changed but I suppress my smile.