Craving The Wrong Brother Book PDF Free by Elysian Sparrow

“You.” “How badly?” “I’m dying here, Knox.” He pulls his fingers out of me and slaps them against my clit a number of times. My hips jolt. A startled moan breaks from my lips. I feel myself getting wetter. He doesn’t make me wait long. He lifts me by the waist and drives himself into…

And I can’t help the cold that drips down my spine. “Oh my God, I whisper. “Is he dead?” “I’m not sure yet,” Knox says, kissing my shoulder. His hands roam my body, caressing every inch. “And if he’s dead?” “Then he’ll get a proper funeral.” *Jesus. You people are insane.” “It’s an underground fighting…

The Trip To The Station The moment I’m seated and buckled in, I turn to glare at him as he climbs into the driver’s seat. I don’t say a word-I don’t need to. Every inch of my posture screams, ‘You better start explaining, or I swear to God… The moment he’s in, he groans. His…

“Fuck you, Knox.” He laughs, and I start driving again. The road feels different now. Quieter. Like we’ve left the real world behind. Houses fade into empty lots. Streetlights stretch farther apart. The sidewalks are cracked. Faded graffiti covers the sides of old buildings. We pass warehouses and closed shops, places that look like no…

She sees me first. “Sloane!” she calls, waving like I’m returning from war. I walk over slowly. “Hi, Mom. Hi, Jade.” “You made it!” she beams, hugging me quickly. “I thought you were going to bail.” “I said I was coming.” “I’ve got so many people for you to meet,” she says, eyes already scanning…

“Ah. Little brother’s revenge. Honestly? I’m kind of glad someone’s punishing you in my place I glance at him. “You’re still mad about the wedding?* He shrugs. “You and your girlfriend played with my feelings “Come on. Bygones.” “No way. I’m going to get back at you.* I start walking toward the food tables. Hunter…

A voice interrupts. “Knox? Sloane?” We both turn. Jade. Standing ten feet away, blinking at us like we’re ghosts. Next to him is a woman who’s a slightly older version of Sloane. Maybe a cousin ora sibling. I let go of Sloane, and she steps back, smoothing her expression. “Serena. Jade,” she says. Serena smirks….

We all turn. It’s Nathan, Serena’s boyfriend, in a white button-down and navy chinos, ginger curls mussed like he’s been running his hands through them. His freckles are very visible, displaying the worry on his face. “I’ve been looking for you,” he says. “You brought me here and just left me. What are you all…

“Really?” I call after him. “You light a fire, and now you run?” “Not exactly,” he says, extending a hand toward me from the other side. “I want to run with you. Come on. I’ll carry you over.” Where Are We? I look at his outstretched hand, wanting nothing more than to go to him….

He doesn’t budge. “You want obsession? I broke my arm with a hammer for you. How about that?” “Great,” I deadpan. “You’re a psychopath.” I lean in, grab his leg, and yank. He tries to resist, gripping the edge of the seat with his good hand, but he doesn’t have enough strength or balance. The…