Off Limits: A Forbidden And Seduction Erotica Compilation

My Fiance's Brother

Eva

The first person my fiancé looked for in the crowd to wave and smile at after he scored a goal was my older sister, Olandria.

He literally looked past me to search for her.

I had spent my entire life being second all because my sister, Olandria existed.

Olandria didn’t try to outshine me. That was almost the worst part. She didn’t have to try. She just walked into a room and the room rearranged itself around her.

My parents didn’t mean to make me feel like a supporting character in her story. They just loved her loudly and loved me quietly and never understood that the difference was everything.

When Olandria left for her PhD scholarship– the one my mother called the family’s greatest achievement at Sunday dinner, the one my father printed on a card and put in his wallet, I felt two things simultaneously.

The first was genuine pride, because I loved my sister.

The second was a shame I still haven’t forgiven myself for: relief.

For the first time in my life, the spotlight had nowhere else to go and I was determined to bask in it for the first time in my life.

I went after her ex boyfriend, Julian who she had left behind for her scholarship. It would be easy because my parents already loved him

I showed up at his hockey games.

I wore his number.

I stayed after everyone left just to talk to him.

I helped him with things he didn’t even ask for.

I made myself impossible to ignore and eventually he noticed me and kissed me and a few weeks later he asked me to be his girlfriend.

I proposed to him after three months because I needed something that would make my parents look at me the way they looked at Olandria’s acceptance letter.

He said it was time he settled down and accepted my proposal. I didn’t waste time announcing the news to my family and then… Olandria came home.

The moment she walked back through my parents’ front door, I felt the air change. Every conversation redirected. Every eye shifted. I watched it happen in real time: my engagement, my announcement, my moment all absorbed quietly into the orbit of my sister’s return like it had never existed.

Julian didn’t say anything. He didn’t have to. I saw it in the two seconds he took to find her face across the dinner table before he found mine.

I saw it at the beach, the way his eyes tracked her across the sand when he thought I was looking at the water.

I felt it in bed, where s*x with Julian had always been either desperately quick or entirely absent, and I had spent a year telling myself that was normal.

It wasn’t normal. He just didn’t want me the way he wanted her.

I knew that. I had probably always known it.

Was there even one person…who actually saw me for me?

I stood up before I even realized I was moving. My chest felt tight and my throat burned.

By the time I left the bleachers, my vision was already blurred with tears. Someone bumped into me and my glasses fell from the bridge of my nose and then I heard a crunch

No no no.

I bent to pick it up. The frame had snapped in half and I couldn’t see s**t without them.

I finally got to the parking lot after a lot of blinking, squinting and stumbling. And f**k, I couldn’t even go home because I came with Julian and I didn’t know how to drive.

I pulled at my phone from my bag, squinting at it and trying to find the Uber app through tears that kept blurring the screen, when I walked into something solid

Except it wasn't something. It was someone

The person caught my arms before I could stumble back.

“Careful Eva.” A deep voice rumbled..I knew that voice. I blinked hard, trying to clear my vision.

It was Sabastein, Julian’s older brother.

I used to spend hours talking to him back when Julian lived at his place. We talked for hours in their kitchen while Julian was at practice, he argued about architecture with me and made terrible coffee and always, always listened when I spoke like what I said was worth hearing.

“Where are your glasses?” He asked

“Can you just…move?” I snapped. “Please.”

“I can't exactly do that," he said, his voice calm. He didn't let go of my shoulders. "You were about to walk headfirst into an SUV. I figured bumping into me was the better outcome.”

"I can't f*****g see s**t," I cried, the frustration bubbling over. I thrust my phone toward where I thought his chest was. "Help me order an Uber and get me out of here. Please."

He took the phone but he didn’t open the app. Instead, he reached out and gently lifted my chin with his thumb and forefinger. Even through the blur, I could feel the intensity of his gaze

“What did he do this time?” he asked quietly.

I couldn't answer . If I did, I’d fall apart completely.

I pulled my chin away. “Nothing. Order the Uber.”

He didn’t order the Uber. He also didn’t ask again. He just picked me up, one arm under my knees, one at my back, the sudden weightlessness of it so unexpected that I grabbed his jacket with both hands before I could stop myself

“Sebastian—”

“You can yell at me when you can see me properly,” he said. “It’ll be more effective.”

He ignored my protests, his stride long and sure as he carried me toward his car. He settled me into the passenger seat and walked around to the driver’s side.

The silence inside the car was deafening. I sat there, curled into a ball, feeling like a pathetic mess. Sebastian reached over and took the broken shards of my glasses from my hand. I watched his blurred silhouette as he pulled a tube of glue from his glove compartment and began meticulously fixing the bridge.

"They need to dry for a minute," he said, setting them on the dashboard. He turned in his seat, his arm draping over the back of mine. "Talk to me. What happened in there?"

The dam broke.

"He doesn't even see me, Sebastian," I choked out, the words tumbling over each other. "He scores a goal and he looks at her. It’s always her. Olandria is the genius, Olandria is the beauty, Olandria is the one everyone wants. I’m marrying him in a week and he’s still in love with my sister."

I covered my face with my hands, my mascara running in dark, hot streaks down my face. I hadn’t planned to tell him any of it, it just came out.

"Eva," Sebastian said, his voice dropping an octave. "Look at me."

I shook my head, but he reached out, his large, warm hand cupping my cheek. He moved his thumb across my skin, wiping away a tear with a tenderness that made my heart ache.

"He’s a fool," Sebastian whispered. "Julian has always been blind to what’s right in front of him. You’re gorgeous, Eva. He doesn't deserve a single second of your time, let alone your tears.."

I let out a wet, disbelieving laugh. "You’re just saying that. You’re his brother, you’re supposed to be nice. You think I’m gorgeous? Compared to Olandria?"

Sebastian chuckled, a low, rich sound that vibrated in the small space of the car. He moved closer, his scent filling my senses.

"Olandria?" he repeated, his thumb now tracing the line of my lower lip. "Olandria has nothing on you, Eva. You’re a goddamn masterpiece."

He leaned in, his face inches from mine. Even without my glasses, I could see the dark fire in his eyes.

"You’ve spent so long trying to be 'enough' for a man who doesn't even know what he has. You didn't notice that you were already perfect."

He moved his hand to the back of my neck, his fingers tangling in my hair.

"You don’t even realize how good you look right now, do you? Even with your face streaked with tears and your mascara ruined... you are the most beautiful woman I have ever set eyes on."

We were so close that I could feel the heat of his breath grazing my lips. My heart was hammering against my ribs like a trapped bird. We were just inches apart from each other now. I hadn’t realized that we had both been subconsciously leaning in, drawn together like magnets.

Neither of us moved

Sebastian swallowed, his eyes drifting down to my mouth and then back up to mine. He didn't move. He waited.

I didn't think, I just reached out and grabbed his face, pulling him the last few inches.

The kiss was an explosion. It wasn't like Julian’s quick, perfunctory pecks. It felt so intense and passionate. I opened my mouth, seeking more, and Sebastian groaned, a low sound that sent a shiver straight to my core.

He shoved his tongue into my mouth, claiming me with a desperate, starving energy. His hands moved from my neck to my lap, his fingers gripping my thighs through the thin fabric of my gown. He began to slide his hand upward, his touch searing my skin, until his fingers disappeared completely under my dress.

When his finger grazed my c**t through the silk of my panties, I let out a sharp, jagged gasp, my body jerking against his.

The reality of the situation hit me like a bucket of ice water.

I pulled back abruptly, my breathing ragged and my lips swollen.

"I... I’m so sorry," I whispered, my voice trembling. "I can't do this, Sebastian. I’m marrying Julian in one week."

Sebastian didn't pull away. He stayed in my space, his forehead resting against mine, his hand still resting high on my thigh.

"Then why did you just kiss me like that, Eva?" he asked, his voice a dark, haunting rumble. "And why can't I stop thinking about doing it again?"