Wrecked by my Brother's Best Friend
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I watched in frozen horror as my new roommate—my brother’s brutally hot best friend—read aloud the filthy, explicit fantasies I had secretly written about him.
“I dream about Kai pinning me against the wall, his hands sliding up my thighs while he whispers that I am his...” His deep, rough voice filled my bedroom, reading the exact words I had poured my heart into.
I lunged forward, desperately trying to snatch the journal back. My body pressed against his bare chest, smelling of fresh soap and raw male heat, but he held it high, easily dodging my frenetic reaches. He was reading the detailed fantasies of him taking my virginity. Bending me over the couch in the common room, making me moan his name.
“Kai, please give it back,” I begged, tears of pure embarrassment stinging my eyes.
Silence crashed down between us, thick and heavy. He finally closed the journal, but instead of handing it back, he stepped closer, backing me against the wall. His presence was overwhelming, suffocating. One hand came up beside my head, caging me in.
“You're a bad girl, Allison,” he murmured, his voice dangerously seductive. His dark, stormy gray eyes dropped to my lips. “Writing all these filthy things about me. Do you know how dangerous that is?”
“I have a girlfriend,” he whispered, his jaw clenching. “And your brother—my best friend—would actually kill me if he found out. You have to stay a good girl for me, Allison.”
His words said restraint, but the hunger flickering in his eyes told a completely different story.
How long can he actually resist the very fantasies he just read?
“I dream about Kai pinning me against the wall, his hands sliding up my thighs while he whispers that I am his...” His deep, rough voice filled my bedroom, reading the exact words I had poured my heart into.
I lunged forward, desperately trying to snatch the journal back. My body pressed against his bare chest, smelling of fresh soap and raw male heat, but he held it high, easily dodging my frenetic reaches. He was reading the detailed fantasies of him taking my virginity. Bending me over the couch in the common room, making me moan his name.
“Kai, please give it back,” I begged, tears of pure embarrassment stinging my eyes.
Silence crashed down between us, thick and heavy. He finally closed the journal, but instead of handing it back, he stepped closer, backing me against the wall. His presence was overwhelming, suffocating. One hand came up beside my head, caging me in.
“You're a bad girl, Allison,” he murmured, his voice dangerously seductive. His dark, stormy gray eyes dropped to my lips. “Writing all these filthy things about me. Do you know how dangerous that is?”
“I have a girlfriend,” he whispered, his jaw clenching. “And your brother—my best friend—would actually kill me if he found out. You have to stay a good girl for me, Allison.”
His words said restraint, but the hunger flickering in his eyes told a completely different story.
How long can he actually resist the very fantasies he just read?















































