My Brother's Worst Enemy Craves Me

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she said‚ her voice breaking

ared back at me‚ I could see the anger a

hate

stirred something dark inside me‚ something hungry and possessive that wanted her to feel e

e which. I just needed her to feel something for me

led low in my

tears fall as the elevator doors closed in. Then

on for you‚" I said, stoppi

ssibly be? Another chance

ice flat and steady even though my heart was hamme

hat day was com

reports on my screen without reading them. I signed three documents that my assist

ld think ab

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ad watched grow up from a distance. The woman whose s

y m

fated

mor‚ pairing me with the one woman on

ont door‚ something shifted inside me so violently that I had to grab the doorframe to keep from falling. Her scent hit me like a freight train‚ sweet an

cereal and swinging her legs‚ completely unaware that

nd the mate bond had just snapped into pl

ted to

dn't understand that what it was demanding of me was something I could never act on. My wolf didn't care that she was

m for it. I hate

olf clawed at the inside of my skull every time I was near her‚ demanding that I claim her‚ mark her‚ make he

my best friend's sister. She was off-limits in ev

didn't care abo

the night I

and he had fallen asleep on the couch. I should have left. Every rational

‚ I went

her

estroyed everythin

y and impossible to ignore. For ten years‚ I carried it. For ten years‚ I hated myself for what

obsession

ieces. I knew when she graduated high school. I knew when she chose management science over medicine‚ and I knew her brother gave her hel

th every passing year‚ the pull grew stronger‚ the hu

mine. She has al

aduation day‚

dollars a month for a fresh graduate with no experience. It was absurd‚ and I knew it. But

verything down to the smallest detail. Every single step was calcul

hen I r

ry unmated man in that boardroom stared at her legs. The jealousy was so blinding‚ so immediate‚ so completely irrational that I snapped before I could stop m

ouche

my wolf nearly shattered the cage I had spent a decade building for him. Because the sounds she made - those broken‚ desperate‚ shameless little moans - were the most beautiful thing I had ever heard in my life. Because

n I sent

for free‚ and I watched her walk out of my elevator looking like I had reached

did

ard on my tongue that she would have screamed my name loud enough for the entire building to hear. And then I would have marked her. Right the

ose cruel

uld take back. But a m

ttered‚ shovin

ached against my stomach. The memory of what I had done in that elevator pla

t and desperate and ashamed‚ like she couldn't believe her own body was betraying her. The wetness th

ll taste her

reflection stared back at me from the mirror‚ jaw clenched‚ eyes dark‚ chest heav

and firm‚ squeezing at the base the way I imagined her hand would feel. Small and w

autiful it made

ace of her bra before I shoved it up and took her nipple into my mouth. I remembered the sounds she made‚ those broken little whimpers that went straight to m

he bathroom counter and let my head drop forward‚ my breathing

tching her back arch and her fingers claw at the wood as she took every last inch of me. I imagined the sound she would ma

I would be

the

the

nd onto the counter‚ the pleasure hitting in violent waves that made my thighs shake and my vision blur. I rode it out with my eyes squeezed

e hunger was still there. Quiet

ver

ver be enough

thing I never thoug

past every rational thought telli

wouldn't come to

e sure she h