The Right Kind Of Wrong

The Right Kind Of Wrong

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WpMetadataNoticeLast published Wed, Nov 22, 2017
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Do you want me to stop?" He asks as he continues to explore my body with his hands. My body quivers against the wall as he finds his way under my shirt. I let out a small moan as his fingers linger just under my breast. I find the strength to lightly press against his chest, signaling him to stop. "This isn't right," I breathe. "You're my brother." "Step-Brother," he replies before crashing our lips together. ☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆ Geneeva Whatkins has never loved anyone in "that" way in her entire life. Not truthfully anyway. She doesn't even know what love is. Or if it even exist for that matter. So when she met and fell in love with Justin Little she was completely blind sided He was perfect. Cute, smart, funny, sensual, strong, athletic. He was the one. Only problem is, her mom married his father. Now, he's her Step-Brother. ♡♡♡♡
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His hand shifts under my sweater cuff, sliding up to my forearm. ''Tell me you don't feel it.'' I brush my fingers over his collarbones, just above the worn edge of his shirt. Beneath it, I feel the faint shift of muscle, the stutter in his breathing. He kisses me hot and hard. Like a collapse, His hands slide under my clothes to my neck and my hair where they make fists. My scalp prickles. He lets me taste a future with him, to feel it in the thrust of his tongue and bite of his teeth. I'm panting, and aching, and still, we know this won't change anything. Still, he kisses me bruised. 𝙝𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙠𝙨 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚 𝙞𝙨 𝙨𝙪𝙛𝙛𝙚𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙨𝙝𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙠𝙨 𝙨𝙝𝙚 𝙙𝙚𝙨𝙚𝙧𝙫𝙚𝙨 𝙞𝙩 BOOK ONE C O N T A I N S : ❤︎ sexual/mature content ❤︎ violence/abuse/trauma ❤︎ flawed characters (and development) Copyright © 2018-present Laurel Montaze (immoralLaurel). This body of work (story, characters, ideas) is available exclusively on Wattpad. If you're viewing it on a different website/platform or under a different username, it has been illegally stolen. Please notify the original author. Cover art: me © All Rights Reserved

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