Craving The Wrong Brother Book PDF Free by Elysian Sparrow

Normal. Boring. “I’m not a child anymore, Mom,” I say over my shoulder. “That’s the point, baby,” she replies. “You’re not. Now’s not the time to be developing some rebellious teenage spirit. You’re a full-grown woman. You should be making adult decisions. Exploring danger is for kids. Look at Serena. Nathan’s about to propose any…

Here. Today. My mind runs ahead of me, connecting dots I don’t want to connect. And as the memories flood in, realization comes with them. Knox searching my living room. Knox staring a little too long at the closet. Oh, my god. Finn was in my closet. Finn watched us. I grip the railing tightly,…

I snort. “I don’t know why you bothered getting married to someone you have to lie to.” He shrugs. “I like her. I don’t want to scare her off.” My Bunny “Alright,” I say, leaning back. “So how does this concern me?” “She’s forcing me to throw a barbecue this weekend. Family and friends. She’s…

Each plan is more chaotic than the last. Each one sharpens my focus today like a blade. Maybe that’s the key. Maybe evil thoughts are my personal brand of coffee. Now that I’m pulling into my parking lot, it finally clicks-why work felt so easy today. This has been my life for years. Thinking evil…

“A what?” “You know. Marry a rich guy, make sure he’s in love enough to skip the prenup or sign a generous one. She’s been married five times.” “Sounds like a lot of work.” “I agree.” I smirk. “You didn’t think to join the family business? Or is that what you’re doing right now? Trying…

I can hear Finn’s breathing growing more ragged in the closet, and I can’t help but smile against Sloane’s skin. Let him listen. Let him hear every moan, every gasp, every whispered plea. I add a third finger, stretching her, filling her, preparing her for what’s to come. She cries out, her body convulsing, her…

“You should change your locks,” he says. I freeze, mascara wand hovering mid-air. “Why would I want to change my locks?” He steps into the doorway, folding his arms. His reflection is all muscle and shadows in the glass. “They’re easy to pick.” I raise a brow. “And you know that how? Have you picked…

“What do you have there, Sloane?” My fingers curl tighter. “Nothing.” ! “You’re very cute when you lie. Hand it over.” I hesitate. But there’s no winning against that look. So I extend my hand and let the keys fall into his open palm. He doesn’t even glance at them. Just tosses them back into…

Probably not the smartest move-texting while driving-but what can I say? Somewhere in the back of my mind, I can already picture Sloane giving me shit for it. The way her eyes would narrow. The way her mouth would pull into that sharp little frown she thinks is intimidating. She just seems like the type…

She doesn’t hesitate. Not for a second. Her fingers find the hem of her top, and she peels it off in one smooth motion. Her bra follows. Her jeans. Panties. Layer by layer, she undresses for him. There’s no shyness in her movements, only desire. Willingness. Trust. And all I can do is watch. My…