Craved By My Fiance's Brother
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This book contains explicit sexual scenes, obsession, morally grey characters, toxic desires, raw emotions, family dramas, dark romance themes, and psychological tension.
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"These sharp lips," he growls against my throat, grazing his teeth on my pulse, "they already cost me my soul. And now they'll moan my name...." his hand drags down my waist, gripping it harder, finding its way to my bare throbbing core. "and learn exactly who they belong to."
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One brother owns her future.
The other is addicted to her ruin.
Meeka Clemson is engaged to marry Nathaniel DeWitt, the billionaire heir her family chose, the man she's secretly loved for years. But one reckless mistake changes everything.
One forbidden night with a stranger she should never have touched. A man who held her like he intends to keep her.
Slade is everything she shouldn't want. He's dark, obsessive, scarred and dangerous.
And worst of all? He's Nathaniel's older brother.
Slade doesn't believe in restraint. He doesn't believe in sharing. And the once he tastes Meeka, he refuses to let go.
Every stolen touch becomes a betrayal. Every secret meeting pulls her deeper into the obsession. And the closer the wedding gets, the more ruthless Slade becomes, willing to destroy his brother, his family, and even his own name just to claim her.
Now Meeka is trapped between duty and desire, safety and sin. Between the man she's meant to marry, and the man who will burn the world before letting her walk away.
Because Slade doesn't do mercy, he does destruction, and he possesses. And he'll stop at nothing until she's his.
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Chapter 6
MEEKA'S POV::
I stand there, frozen. The world around me feels blurred. Everything happening in this place, all fading behind the thud of my heartbeat.
He's not even looking at me now. Just sitting there, swirling his whiskey like he didn't just detonate a bomb in my chest.
"Two..." he murmurs, voice calm, lazy, like he's not counting down to my total undoing.
"One."
My throat's tight. I can't tell if I'm shaking from anger or anticipation. Probably both.
Then he leans back, his smirk widening just slightly. "Time's up."
That should be my cue to leave.
To grab my dignity, my bag, and walk out of this damn place like a sane person.
But my feet?
Yeah. They have other plans.
However, I manage to find myself moving them, finally making it to the door.
Almost.
The night air hits me as I step outside, cool against my flushed skin. I take one deep breath, then another, trying to convince myself this is over. That I'm not going to do something stupid.
Unfortunately, I've already done something stupid, because I can feel it.... the weight of that hotel key card in my pocket.
Wait. What the hell.....
When did I even pick it up?
My fingers curl around it, and my stomach twists.
"God, what's wrong with me?" I whisper to no one, tilting my head back, staring at the city lights.
I could go home. Forget this ever happened. Pretend he doesn't make me feel things I have no business feeling.
But instead, I find myself walking. One step, then another, toward the hotel room.
Because apparently, I've lost my goddamn mind.
SLADE'S POV::
A smirk curls at the corner of my lips as I watch her sashay toward the suite, hips swaying, and head high, pretending she isn't trembling inside.
Hell. She shouldn't have come, but she has.
And now, every dangerous thought crawling through my mind demands to be unleashed.
She said she only came to tell me to stop.... to end whatever this is.
But I know she's lying. And she knows that I know she's lying.
I can see it in her eyes. That flicker of hesitation, that pulse in her throat giving her away.
I've been fighting myself to stop whatever this is.... whatever she started.
But how can I, when she's my brother's fiancée?
Do you have any idea how intriguing that makes this?
Still, there's a reason I asked her to meet me tonight.
One: I planned to let go if she refused to show up. If she stayed away, I would've walked away too. Maybe.
But she didn't. She came. She came, looking like sin in heels, spitting fire like she didn't crave the same heat I do.
Two: I dropped the key card, gave her one last chance to walk away. And she failed that too.
We've only known each other for two days, but she always fails when it comes to me.
So you see? I'm trying to be the good guy I've never been. But she's walking straight to me willingly, like a sacrificial lamb.
I smirk, finishing my drink, then slide out of the booth. My steps are slow and deliberate, each one echoing with the kind of hunger I've tried to bury.
And as I head down the corridor toward Suite 1107, my pulse drums in rhythm with every wicked thought I've ever had about her.
Because if she's inside that room.... then she's already mine, and there's no going back.
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On the night I got blackout drunk, I married a stranger, and when I woke up, I only found a marriage certificate and a black card.
He took care of my scumbag ex for me, gave me a canary diamond ring, but refused to show his face-he only called me baby on video calls.
I ran to my best friend's house to hide, only to find that the billionaire next door, who made my heart skip a beat, had the exact same scent as him.
My best friend cried and begged me: "He's Augustus, a tyrant who eats people alive!"
But only I knew that the man who pressed me against the terrace railing, leaned down to kiss me, and whispered "I'll protect you" softly.
Fifty thousand dollars to sneak photos of his private office? I'll go.
Not for the money, but to ask him to his face-
Gus, how many secrets are you hiding? And how long have you been craving me?
9.3
She was never supposed to be the bride.
Lila Hart has always lived in her older sister's shadow, Evelyn, the perfect daughter, the favorite, the one chosen to marry Adrian Blackwell, the cold, powerful billionaire heir who controls half of Manhattan. But forty-eight hours before the wedding, Evelyn disappears. No explanation, No goodbye. Just a single warning: "Don't let him find out what I did."
Now the Hart family is about to lose everything, their reputation, their company, their future, unless Lila steps into the role her sister abandoned.
So Lila becomes the replacement bride
A marriage born out of duty for her... and pure anger for him.
Adrian doesn't want a wife, He wants answers. And he's certain Lila knows more about Evelyn's disappearance than she claims. They swear they'll keep their distance, No love,No trust, Just a contract neither of them asked for.
But the night of the wedding, a violent warning arrives, proving Evelyn didn't run away, She was taken. And whoever has her... wants Lila next.
Now Lila is trapped in a marriage built on secrets, hunted by enemies she can't see, and falling for a man she was never supposed to love.
Because the most dangerous place for her... might be right beside her husband.
7.6
My father raised seven brilliant orphans to be my potential husbands. For years, I only had eyes for one of them, the cold and distant Damien Paul, believing his distance was a wall I just had to break through.
That belief shattered last night when I found him in the garden, kissing his foster sister, Eve—the fragile girl my family took in at his request, the one I had treated like my own sister.
But the true horror came when I overheard the other six Fellows talking in the library.
They weren't competing for me. They were working together, orchestrating "accidents" and mocking my "stupid, blind" devotion to keep me away from Damien.
Their loyalty wasn't to me, the heiress who held their futures in her hands. It was to Eve.
I wasn't a woman to be won. I was a foolish burden to be managed. The seven men I grew up with, the men who owed my family everything, were a cult, and she was their queen.
This morning, I walked into my father's study to make a decision that would burn their world to the ground. He smiled, asking if I'd finally won Damien over.
"No, Dad," I said, my voice firm. "I'm marrying Hunter Beach."
8.2
"Stay away from me."
"You're my mate, Emma. That stopped being an option the night you shifted."
"I didn't ask for this."
"And I didn't ask for a hybrid who can bring my entire world down."
Emma Carter thought the worst thing about working for Daniel Blackwell was his cold, controlled arrogance. She did not know that the billionaire CEO she reports to is also the Alpha of the most powerful hidden wolf pack in the country. She did not know that the strange instincts she has fought her whole life are not anxiety, schizophrenia, or imagination.
She did not know she was born illegal.
When a violent attack forces her to shift for the first time, Emma discovers she is not fully human and not fully wolf. She is a hybrid, created in secret and marked for execution under a decades-old pack decree. The Council wants her contained. Rival factions want her captured. Someone inside Daniel's inner circle wants her to be used as proof that the old order should fall.
Daniel should hand her over to protect his pack. Instead, he chooses her, risking civil war and the collapse of everything he built. As enemies close in and buried truths about her mother's research surface, Emma's power begins to evolve beyond anything the wolves have ever seen.
The mate bond between them is real, but so are the lies that shaped it.
In a world that survives on dominance and bloodlines, Emma may be the one thing it cannot control.
8.3
One million dollars for one hundred days.
For Elena, a street-smart girl facing a mountain of debt, the offer from the mysterious Vance empire sounds like a miracle. The job is simple: use a high-tech "neural sync" to impersonate Lira, the beloved sister of tech-tycoon Alexander Vance, for a series of high-profile events.
But as the contract progresses, the "handshake" between their minds turns into a stranglehold. Elena begins to see memories that aren't hers. She feels a hunger for power that belongs to a dead woman.
When the synchronization hits a lethal 99%, the terrifying truth emerges: Elena wasn't hired to be a mimic. She was brought to be a biological host.
With a ghost clawing for control of her brain and a cold, brooding corporate assassin, Alexander, watching her every move, Elena must navigate a web of digital hauntings and billionaire secrets. From the neon streets of London to a high-stakes explosion in Malta, she has one goal:
Delete the ghost before the ghost deletes her.
8.4
My name is Eleanor Whitmore, and I was sent to destroy him.
Sebastian Calloway: cold, brilliant, untouchable.
Britain's most powerful tech billionaire.
A man whose fiancée died in a "perfectly clean" car accident... weeks before seventy-three million dollars vanished from his company.
My job was simple: expose him.
Instead, he offered me his last name.
A contract marriage.
One year.
No love. No trust. No turning back.
He says he's being framed.
He says his fiancée was murdered.
He says I'm in danger.
I don't believe powerful men.
But when someone tries to silence me, I realize the truth is darker than I imagined.
Now I'm living in his penthouse. Wearing his ring. Sleeping in his bed.
Pretending to be his wife.
The world thinks I belong to him.
The terrifying part?
I'm starting to want to.
And if I fall for the man I was supposed to destroy...
It won't just ruin my career.
It might get us both killed.