His Obsession, Her Taboo

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his gaze on my brother Luciano. He was the second-born, my father's pr

ather nodded in approval, beginning to delve into another topic, but I found myself drifting away from the conversation. It

satisfy my primal urges, as they all were. Yet, this one was different, and that was the most infuriating part. There was nothing par

to my touch was intoxicating. The scent of her skin was utterly captivating, a heady mix that drove me wild. Sure, I had my

ade me harden in my slacks. My fingers instinctively pressed against the growing bulge, the tension coursing through my chest was undeniable. This was a dangerous situation; I never fucked a woman more than once, a

back to the present. I looked up at him, sitting in the chair that was rightfully mine, a position of authority that he still clung t

iced the twitch in his left eye. I could almost see the scenario pla

.." As he continued to speak, I found myself only half-listening, my thoughts drifting back to the one I had left behind on my bed. The decision to leav

it was the shift in his focus, from the mundane affairs of humans to the shadowy depths of the underworld, that truly captivated me. This was my realm, the demon world, a place where I t

disturbance brewing in the underworld. "Nothing of importance," he replied, but I could feel the tension in his words. I wanted to press him further, to challenge his dismissal, b

well aware that I would uncover the sec

s; I was all too aware of where this conversation was headed, and frankly, I had no desire to hear it. My only wish was to rise f

sn't really sure sometimes. But It was clear I wasn't the only one eager to leave; Angelo was not one to voice his thoughts often, and when

d I couldn't help but find amusement in the

nce fell over the room. It was only a heartbeat before my other two brothers, Luciano and Damien, erupted with a ba

"Do we look like a bunch of broken, messed-up kids to you?" he continued, rising from his chair in indignation. I couldn't

th me," Dad snapped, taking a moment to observ

ers, me, and even your mom," he said, and oddly enough, it made me feel a bit better. Not that I was about to spill my crap to any therapist, my cr

, but she called in sick, so I..." he began, but I interrup

ked, leaning in as close as I could over

whatever you're imagining, forget it. We can't have a repeat of last time

inued, but I stood up an

elcome," I replied as I stepped out, hearing my brothers bombard him wit

n her. Just fuck, kill and

t would this new therapist be like? Would she even last a week with my fa