Craving The Wrong Brother

nside me. How does lovin

a good brother, but I'm a good friend. I'm not going to sit ar

rip on my waist remains f

says, "I can't let you go out there, Kitten.

are?" I snap. "You don't get to

'm preventing you from maki

oned you in the ten years I've known him. You're such an arrogant, infuriating douchebag who cares about nothing e

loane. Finn likes getting his heart ripped out by Delilah. He likes her toxicity. He's addicted to it. The on

what to do or feel,

what makes Finn happy. Unfortunately for you, t

e disg

where offshore? Chain him up in your basement? Finn will always go back to Delilah. You thi

can

ce burning, and I'm standing there like an idiot with my heart bleedi

of a predator who's just found the weakest part

my eyes

so you can chase Finn to the ends of the Earth if you feel like it. Fol

f it d

us grin spreads

won't find you. I will crawl inside your head, your body, your soul. I will ruin you for anyone else. You won't be able to think, breathe, or sl

ve with electricity. It's hatred, I tell myself. Pure, undiluted hatred making my body react this way-not desire, never desire. Y

e, his lips brushing against my ear. The

to channel all that obsessive energy of yours toward. Let me provide

him t

d l

wrong

n become a hot mess around his brother. Yet my body is betrayin

own voice. "You're my best friend's brother.

ining away in silence, letting your life pass by. That is something I'm going to

don't need your lesson

into him, and I don't think I have a

t at the moment is you, you better hope that wedding takes place. There's nothing I

s kind of animal attraction before-this raw, primal need that overpowers reason, morality, loyalty. It's nothin

from me,"

e deal,

g run, but my body is leaning into

ause despite everything-despite my feelings for Finn-pa

of control. "Fine," I say, turning to meet his eyes. "We have a deal. Wedding

Oh, Kitten. You have no id

igned my soul over to the d

, right," he says. "I hav

aid you were not going t

k my deal. You think you

botaging this

na b

If you so much as breathe the wrong way t

on, Kitten. Let the

l. His hair is disheveled, his eyes red-rimmed, his shoulders slumped in defeat. The sight of him-bro

nn's eyes move between Knox and me-noti

G

" Finn asks, suspicion d

nox like I've been

ere you two... oh my God.