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CHAPTER 013: Let Me Go
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Craving The Wrong Brother CHAPTER 014: My Needs Are Satisfied
*** ~~SLOANE~~ *** Knox rolls his eyes and starts the car, turning up the heater as well. Warm air washes over my wet skin as we drive in silence. No music. No snarky one-liners. At some point, it becomes unsettling. Knox is just… driving. At a normal pace. Like a normal person. No engine revving. No cutting corners like he’s in Fast & Furious. He doesn’t floor it. He just drives. And I hate how uneasy that makes me. I turn to him. His eyes are on the road, focused. His lower lip is caught between his teeth, and I suddenly remember where those lips have been. What they did. My face flames. “You’re driving at a normal pace,” I say, trying to distract myself. “Finally doing something right for the first time in your life?” He doesn’t look at me. “Doing the right thing is overrated.” “Only you would say a thing like that.” “I just want to live long enough to do the wrong things with the wrong people.” When he says this, his face turns in my direction. I look a
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I can feel Knox’s hands gripping my waist tightly, eyes fixed on mine in the mirror as he rams into me from behind. “Let go for me, Kitten,” he says. And I do. My whole body trembles like a violin string being pulled taut. His breath is hot on my neck, and my moans echo in the restroom. There’s a knock at the door. A voice. It's Finn yelling my name, telling me not to do this. ‘I don't want you screwing my brother, Sloane.’ But I can’t stop. I don’t want to stop. I— My eyes snap open. My head is pounding. My mouth tastes like regret and bourbon. And the sounds from that terrible dream are reverberating inside my skull. I groan and throw an arm over my eyes. God, I hate alcohol. I’m also starving. I glance at the nightstand clock. It's almost eleven. How did I sleep this long? I could have sworn I was just a little bit tipsy last night. Of all the things my brain could’ve rehashed from last night—the fight, Finn's anger, my shame—it chose the part where I had sex with Knox. I
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Victoria rolls her eyes and strolls over to her husband. She kisses him lightly on the cheek. “Of course they can, silly.” “I don’t think so,” he says. “If anyone walks into this house and says he’s your best friend, I’ll kill him.” Victoria throws her head back and laughs. “You’re such a Neanderthal, Julian. People don’t think with their genitals all the time. Sloane and Finn are emotionally supportive friends. It’s natural. Besides, I’m a little too old to be having new friends, so don’t trouble yourself about killing anyone for my sake.” I want to disappear. They're talking about me and Finn, dissecting our entire relationship dynamic, as though we're not right here. Finn glances at me, smiling like this is totally normal. The plus side is that Julian has lost his brooding expression. He's now grinning at his wife. Watching them together—how Julian softens, how Victoria looks at him as though they haven't been together for decades already—it stirs something foreign in me. So
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My heart skips several beats at once. And not in the cutesy, butterflies-in-the-stomach way. No, this is the kind of beat-skipping that punches you square in the chest and makes your lungs forget how to breathe. Every memory from last night comes flooding back like a filthy little slideshow behind my eyelids. My thighs clench on instinct. My mouth is dry. My pulse is chaos. “You know Sloane?” Victoria asks, reminding me that there are, in fact, other people in the room. Knox doesn’t look away. “I do.” “From New York?” He moves away from his mother and drops into the nearest couch with that lazy grace he always carries. At least his eyes are no longer on me, and I can finally exhale. “Actually,” he replies, “we met for the first time yesterday.” I swear I hear Finn inhaling deeply and holding that breath. Although I can't get a good look at his face from this angle, the stillness of his posture confirms it. Victoria turns to look at me. I try my best to seem innocent, hoping sh
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My mouth opens, but no sound comes out. I hate that my heart is pounding so loudly I’m afraid everyone in the house can hear it. “It’s so…” “Beautiful?” he finishes, with that cocky little tilt of his head. Yes. But that wasn’t the word I was going for. Exquisite. Breathtaking. Impossibly intimate in front of his entire family. That’s what it is. But I nod. He steps behind me, and the world tilts a little. Maybe from the anticipation. Or maybe because I’ve stopped breathing again. He doesn’t touch me right away. He leans in, close enough for me to feel the heat rolling off his chest. His scent curls around me like smoke. He brushes my hair to the side with slow, intentional fingers, his knuckles grazing the back of my neck. My skin erupts in goosebumps. “Relax,” he murmurs, low enough that only I can hear. As if that’s even an option. I feel him reach around me, the chain of the necklace grazing my collarbone. His knuckles brush my jaw on the way up, unintentional maybe, but i
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I’m finding it difficult to believe he’d actually invade my privacy in such a manner. A part of me just wants to wait to see if he’d go through with it so I can bring down the sky on his head. But I know better. In his current state, all bets are off. I run, overtake him, and plant myself in front of the drawer just as he reaches it. “Did you not hear me say stop, Finn?” He glares at me. "Move aside, Sloane." "Are you being serious right now?" "Since you can’t think with anything other than your lady bits when it comes to my brother," he says, stepping closer, "I’m going to do the thinking for you. Whatever’s in that drawer is getting burned." My fists clench at my sides. The anger rises, quick and hot, like fire licking the inside of my ribs. "You will do no such thing." "Like hell I won’t. Move out of my way." I step into him. We’re toe-to-toe now. I’m looking up because he’s taller, but I refuse to shrink. "I said, you won’t touch or see whatever’s in that drawer." He s
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I feel like I didn’t hear that correctly. Finn looks triumphant. Convinced. Like he’s cracked some sort of ancient brotherhood spy code to break Delilah’s icy, manipulative heart. “You want to kiss me at the rehearsal dinner?” I ask. “Yes, I do. You have kissed a man before, haven’t you?” I recoil. "Oh, right, you screwed my brother. How could I have forgotten? Unless, of course, you both were too busy doing other things and didn’t have the opportunity to kiss. Then I’d have to show you how, so it looks authentic at the event." I just stare at him, my anger simmering beneath the surface. I can't remember the last time I was this annoyed at someone. All the times I’ve mentioned the men I’ve made out with, gone on a date with, or actually started a short-term relationship with—though you couldn't exactly call it a relationship—he doesn’t remember? I’ve memorized everything about him. The date he kissed Delilah for the first time. The exact day they first had sex. Her favorite colo
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“Another Delilah?” I ask. “You know,” she says, shifting uncomfortably. “The infamous Knox, Finn, and Delilah situation.” “The what now?” I ask, brows lifting. Victoria’s eyes are fixed on me. I watch her also, not wanting to miss any telltale sign on her face. She’s surprised. She tries to hide it, of course, quickly repairing her expression. But I catch it. She expected me to know what she's on about. And now I’m stuck trying to decide if I should let her off the hook or press for the story she clearly doesn’t want to tell. The thing is—I think I already know. Or at least I have a sinking, nauseating feeling clawing at my thoughts. But my mind refuses to wrap itself around what she might actually be implying. Knox. Finn. Delilah. There was a history between them, one messy enough to warrant a personal, cautionary visit from Finn’s mother. I’d like to know what the hell happened. Did Knox date her too? My chest tightens at the idea. I don’t want to believe that. Not just
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Craving The Wrong Brother CHAPTER 048: Me. Myself. And My Desires
I set my bag down on the couch and sink into the seat.Mom turns sideways. Her eyes are soft but expectant. Waiting for something.An answer.A promise.A miracle, maybe.‘Meet someone new.’Like it’s that simple.Like I’ll just show up to this magical barbecue, beam a dazzling smile at some guy, and he’ll be The One.A perfect suburban fantasy.God.The worst part is…I know she’s not completely wrong.Being with Knox might be dangerous. The man himself is a danger. I can feel it every time he looks at me with those eyes—heavy-lidded and full of promises that don’t look anything like good intentions. He’s into something dark; that's for sure. I can feel it in my bones.Something he won’t talk about.And I’ve seen enough movies to know how this goes.It’s always the girlfriend who ends up kidnapped by the main character’s rival, drowned in a bathtub, or shot through the heart in a drive-by—because she loved the wrong man.But Knox never pretended he was good.Not once.And I…I accep
Craving The Wrong Brother CHAPTER 047: Meet Someone New
*** ~~SLOANE~~ *** Today turned out to be more productive than I anticipated. I wish I could say this renewed vigor for work has anything to do with Knox screwing me against a closet earlier today. No. As far as I know, thinking about Knox being inside me is my biggest source of distraction. Not my proudest moment, but I spent half the day quietly plotting how I might steal Knox’s phone and hack into it. Funny, isn’t it? How picturing yourself stealing your boyfriend’s phone—and actively contemplating breaking about a hundred cybersecurity ethics to hack into it—can light a fire under your ass. Normal people would just ask their boyfriends about the things they wanted to know. Normal boyfriends would actually answer. But no. Knox Hartley is about as tight-lipped as a CIA agent under torture. And the inquisitive part of me? Yeah, she’s not resting until she cracks him open. As I drive back toward my apartment, I run through the possibilities like I’m prepping a heist: —
Craving The Wrong Brother CHAPTER 046: My Bunny
I pull into a discreet driveway tucked between two abandoned buildings and kill the engine. Inside, I nod once at the receptionist—part security, part front-desk illusion—and head for the private elevator at the back. Swipe my black access card across the scanner. The elevator hums to life and carries me down. The second the doors slide open, the air changes. Denser. Warmer. The basement is packed, even in the middle of a weekday. People lean against dark wood-paneled walls, sipping drinks that cost more than most people’s rent. Some wear masks. Others don’t bother. Laughter spills from private rooms—throaty, dark laughter punctuated by the occasional sharp slap of skin against skin. There’s a constant low thrum of music, more vibration than sound, designed to stir the blood without distracting from the real show. I move through it without blinking. A man is on his knees in a glass room to the right, hands cuffed behind his back, while a woman in leather heels circles him
Craving The Wrong Brother CHAPTER 045: The Real Business
I stare at Knox, impatiently awaiting an answer. My heart thuds too fast for how casual I’m trying to look. He keeps his gaze ahead, fingers flexing once against the steering wheel before settling again. “Because I’m certified to carry it,” he says. I frown, not satisfied. “Okay. But why do you have it in your car?” “Where else should it be?” “Hidden at home? You know. Somewhere people can’t just… see it?” He finally turns his head to look at me, that unreadable expression back in place. The one that makes me feel like he’s dissecting me, deciding whether I’m someone who deserves answers or just another person he’ll keep at arm’s length. “You stole my keys to get into my glove box,” he says. “You think I let people sit in my car by themselves?” I feel my cheeks heat, guilt pooling low in my gut. Touché, Knox. I turn my head away, facing the window. Fine. I might have crossed a line. But he’s still the one walking around with a weapon like we’re in an action movie. A part
Craving The Wrong Brother CHAPTER 044: Military Bugs
***~~SLOANE~~***I run out of the bathroom with a towel clinging to my skin, heart hammering as I check the time on my phone. Shit.I’ve been away from the office way too long.Way, way too long.Sooner or later, Harper—the supervisor who pretends she’s chill but tracks every second of your workday like a bloodhound—will start pinging me about the CypherGuard project.And I don’t have the energy for Harper right now. Or for that endless spreadsheet mapping out endpoint vulnerabilities we’re supposed to isolate before end-of-quarter audits. We’re only halfway through code-flagging, and I’ve already missed two checkpoints. If I’m not careful, they’ll reassign it. And I’ve worked too damn hard to get trusted with something this sensitive.I fumble into my room, drying off as I go, heart still racing from more than just time stress.I know my problem. It's that tattooed man currently inside my house.Everything reminds me of him these past few days, reminds me of the feeling of having h
Craving The Wrong Brother CHAPTER 043: My Good Girl
She rises. I smile as I reach for the back of her neck and pull her toward me. The second our mouths meet, it’s a fucking detonation. My lips move over hers with slow intent, and then I’m consuming her—biting, tasting, owning. Her mouth parts, and the groan that slips from her throat rattles straight through me. I kiss her deeper, harder, until there’s no air between us, no space for doubt or fear. Just this heat, this ache, this unrelenting pull. She tries to raise her arms—twice. I feel the twitch in her shoulders, the lift of her elbows. But each time, the metal of the cuffs catches her wrists, holding her back. And fuck, the sound she makes—a whimper dipped in frustration and need—makes my cock twitch. She’s so eager. So ready. So mine. When I finally pull away, we’re both breathing like we’ve sprinted into each other at full force. Her lips are red, kiss-bruised, and her eyes—those eyes—look up at me lustfully. “I want to touch you,” she whispers, breathless. And I almost
Craving The Wrong Brother CHAPTER 042: On The Other Side Of The Door
AUTHOR’S NOTE: A Warning Before We Continue. The last two chapters mark the beginning of a shift. As stated in the synopsis, these characters are morally complex—and we’re about to start peeling back the layers. Things are about to get messy. Unhinged. Darker than before. Every character is stepping into their truest form, from which they can either grow better or worse. Choices will be made. Lines will be crossed. And not everyone will come out clean. If you’re here for the ride, buckle up. You’ve been warned. — E. S. *** ~~KNOX~~ *** Years of patrolling enemy lines in the kind of places where men disappear without a trace taught me how to listen. Really listen. To the crack of a branch that means you’re not alone. I can tell the make of a gun just from the way someone cocks it in the dark. I can count how many people are in a room by the rhythm of their breath. And the faint scuff I just heard inside Sloane’s closet? That was a leather-heeled dress shoe. Office-worn. Mal
Craving The Wrong Brother CHAPTER 041: Hands In The Air
Her voice scrapes something sharp in me. Of course she’s thrilled. Sloane and Serena couldn’t be more different. Although they're both opinionated, Sloane thinks before she speaks. She's often secretive about her deepest feelings; this I know all too well. But Serena says whatever the hell crosses her mind. No filter. No hesitation. It’s like she’s allergic to silence. Every thought becomes a soundbite. It’s no wonder we’ve never gotten along. Especially back when they lived together. That apartment was a minefield. Sloane would be in the kitchen quietly stirring tea, trying to decompress from a long day, and Serena would burst in like a storm, unloading whatever drama she’d dragged home. I remember those nights all too well. Me sitting on the couch. Serena ranting from across the room. Sloane giving me that silent look—equal parts exhausted and apologetic—like she wished she could disappear. I never told her this, but sometimes I wished we both could. “Look,” I say, lowering my
Craving The Wrong Brother CHAPTER 040: Hidden Cameras
*** ~~FINN~~ *** Delilah is panting and bouncing on top of me, her manicured hands braced on my chest. She throws her head back like she’s in the middle of some kind of religious experience, but all I feel is the weight of her—skin against skin, motion without meaning. My mind is elsewhere. I’m not even in the room. I’m in Asheville. Still in that damn house. Still stuck in the moment Sloane slammed the car door and refused to look back at me. I try to focus—on Delilah’s hands on my chest, on the way she gasps my name—but every time I close my eyes, I see Sloane. Her expression blank, her silence louder than any goodbye she could’ve given me. She’s not answering my texts. Not my calls. It’s been over forty-eight hours, and all I’ve gotten is radio silence. My father had practically chased me out of his house, red-faced and yelling, threatening to set everything on fire if Delilah didn’t leave immediately. I hadn’t even argued. I packed up in a hurry and caught the first flig
