Falling for your brother-in-law or sister-in-law is forbidden. Unthinkable. Yet for Evelyn Sinclair and Adrian Blackwood, it's their reality. She wasn't just a woman; she was his obsession, his goddess. And he would sacrifice everything, vows, rules, even consequences to have her. Their love was wrong. Their desire, reckless. But some lines, once crossed, can never be uncrossed. [This book contains mature themes, including explicit language, sexual content, violence and other sensitive topics so adjust as necessary. Reader discretion is advised. This story is intended for audiences aged 18 and older]
Chapter 1 Prologue
Adrian Pov
"This is wrong," she whispered, her voice shaky, as my fingers traced the sensitive curve of her skin, the cold silver of my rings a stark contrast to the heat of her skin. She always pushed me, knew exactly how to get under my skin and make me lose control.
I slammed my fingers deeper into her, and her breath hitched. "You're my brother-in-law," she stammered, barely managing the words as the pleasure took over.
I chuckled darkly, my voice rough. "Or you're my married sister-in-law." The reminder of the situation we were in only made her moan, making me lose myself even more.
She pushed my hands away, her body still pressed against mine. Her fingers gripped my shoulders, her lips brushing against my ear as she whispered, "We have everything to lose."
I crossed the room, my voice low and demanding. "No," I growled. "You have everything to lose. I lost myself the moment I touched you."
Before I could move away, she was on me again, kissing me with desperation, her body grinding against mine, her hands pulling me closer. She was a goddess, someone I could worship, far more captivating than her sister.
She leaned into the chaos, just as I knew she would. Because we were two people trapped in gilded cages, bound by duty but consumed by a fire we couldn't control. This... was our twisted affair.
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Evelyn Pov
"I hate you," I whispered, my breath hitching as Adrian's fingers brushed the side of my neck.
"Liar," he murmured, his voice dark and teasing.
He leaned in, his lips grazing my ear. "Say it again, Evelyn. Tell me how much you hate me while your body tells me the truth."
My pulse thundered, the war between my mind and my heart raging louder than ever. He was dangerous. He was illicit. But as his hands settled on my waist and pulled me closer, I realized something terrifying.
I didn't care.
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