Craving The wrong Brother

The King family’s engagement party was the hottest ticket in the city. The grand ballroom sparkled under massive crystal chandeliers, casting golden light over designer dresses and tailored suits. Laughter, clinking glasses, and the rich scent of roses and aged whiskey filled the air. Sandra Lucia stood near a marble pillar, nervously smoothing down her simple black cocktail dress. At twenty-three, she felt completely out of place among these powerful, wealthy people. She was only here for her best friend Sophia, who was getting engaged to Lucas King one of the heirs to the massive King empire. Sandra had promised to be the perfect supportive friend: smile, take photos, and leave early. She was the responsible one. The good girl who worked hard, minded her business, and never crossed dangerous lines. Until she felt him. A dark, intense stare burned into her from across the room. Raymond King leaned against the bar like he owned the entire world. Tall, broad-shouldered, and dangerously handsome in a black dress shirt that clung to his powerful chest. The top buttons were open, revealing smooth, tanned skin. His dark hair was slightly messy, jaw sharp enough to cut diamonds, and his eyes deep, predatory, and locked straight on her made her knees weak. He was Lucas’s older brother. The black sheep. The one everyone warned about. Sandra’s heart raced. Heat flooded her body. Her n*****s hardened against her dress, and an embarrassing wetness gathered between her thighs. She tried to look away, but her body refused. He’s the wrong brother. Walk away, Sandra. Too late. Raymond pushed off the bar and stalked toward her with confident, powerful strides. The crowd parted for him like he was royalty. Before she could escape, he stood right in front of her, towering over her. “Raymond King,” he said, his voice low and rough like dark velvet. He didn’t shake her hand. Instead, he took hers, his thumb stroking the sensitive skin of her wrist, sending sparks straight to her core. “Sandra… Sandra Lucia,” she breathed. He pulled her onto the dance floor without asking. The slow, sensual music wrapped around them as he pressed her body tightly against his. His large hand settled possessively on her lower back. She gasped softly as she felt it the thick, heavy bulge of his c**k already hard and pressing against her stomach. “You’re shaking,” he whispered hotly against her ear, lips brushing her skin. “Scared of what I might do to you, little good girl?” Sandra swallowed hard. “This is your brother’s engagement party. I shouldn’t be dancing with you.” Raymond’s grip tightened. He spun her slowly, then pulled her closer so his hard d**k rubbed deliberately against her. “Yet your p***y is already soaking for me.” Her face burned with shame and raw desire. How could he know? But her body was betraying her completely. He guided her off the dance floor into a shadowed alcove hidden behind heavy velvet curtains. The second they were alone, Raymond backed her against the wall. His mouth crashed down on hers in a filthy, demanding kiss. No softness. Just pure hunger. His tongue pushed into her mouth, claiming her as one hand gripped her ass and squeezed hard. “f**k, you’re perfect,” he growled. His fingers slipped under her dress, pushing her soaked panties aside. Two thick fingers stroked her slick folds before plunging deep into her tight, aching p***y. “Ahh!” Sandra moaned into his mouth, clutching his shoulders. Raymond pumped his fingers in and out, curling them to hit that sweet spot while his thumb rubbed her swollen c**t in firm circles. “So f*****g wet and tight. This greedy little cunt is dripping all over my hand.” Sandra’s hips moved on their own, riding his fingers shamelessly. Pleasure built fast and intense. She had never felt anything like this. “Raymond… please…” she whimpered. He bit her neck, sucking hard enough to leave a mark. “Say my name again while I finger-f**k you. I’m going to ruin this sweet p***y tonight. Bend you over and bury my thick c**k so deep you’ll feel me for days.” The dirty words pushed her closer to the edge. Her walls clenched around his fingers, juices running down his wrist. She was so close Then he stopped. He pulled his fingers out slowly, leaving her empty and throbbing desperately. Sandra whimpered in protest. Raymond lifted his glistening fingers to his mouth and sucked them clean, eyes dark with lust. “Not yet, baby. When you c*m for me, it’ll be on my tongue first… then all over my d**k while you scream my name.” Sandra’s mind was a mess of guilt and overwhelming desire. This was crazy. This was her best friend’s future brother-in-law. But her body craved him like nothing else. “Sandra? Where are you?” Sophia’s voice called from just outside the curtain. Sandra froze in horror. Raymond smirked, his hand still under her dress, fingers teasing her dripping entrance again. “Too late, princess.” The curtain flew open. Sophia stood there, eyes wide with shock. Right behind her was Lucas King, his face darkening with anger. “Sandra… what the hell?!” Sophia gasped. “That’s Raymond — Lucas’s older brother! You can’t —” Sandra’s world spun. Her dress was wrinkled, lips swollen from his kisses, neck marked with his bite. And worst of all, she was still dripping wet, her p***y aching for the man she was never supposed to touch. Raymond, completely unbothered, slowly pulled his hand from under her dress. He brought his fingers to his lips once more, licking them while staring straight at his younger brother. “Great party, Lucas,” he said with a dark, mocking smile. “Your fiancée’s best friend tastes f*****g delicious.” Lucas’s fists clenched. Sophia looked devastated. Sandra’s heart pounded with humiliation, guilt… and something far more dangerous raw, addictive craving. She had just let the wrong King brother finger her senseless at his own brother’s engagement party. And deep down, she already knew one terrifying truth: She wanted more. She wanted him. To Be Continued...