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Something about the way he says it makes me laugh, running my fingers through his hair and over his thick arms and chest

He is so arrogant, so undeniably arrogant, but he has every right to be. He is strong, he is brave, he is dangerous, and oh my god, is he sexy. And, as an added bonus, he knows exactly how to use his cock to make me scream. I await the moment he enters me, a moment of pure, unadulterated pleasure will wash over me, shutting down all rational thought. My legs will tremble, and my pussy will pulsate greedily. I will never get tired of him. Never

EllasPOV 

So,he says, his voice low and husky, Is there anything you would like me to do for you? Just name it and it shall be done my sweet.” 

I arch my back, the need for him is causing a physical ache twisting in my belly

I pull closer to him and whisper in his ear I want you inside me.” 

He chuckles, a deep sound that vibrates through his chest and into my body. His chest heaves with his laughter against my breasts. I can feel the movement beneath his hand. Okayhe 

murmurs, his voice shaking with deep sound

He releases my breast, his fingers leaving a trail of fire in their wake. They trace a path down my abdomen, each touch sending a wave of delicious heat through me. My muscles clench, involuntarily reacting to his gentle exploration. Then, his fingers find the space between my legs, his touch is light and teasing at first, then it grows bolder, sliding across the damp fabric of my bikini. His thumb begins a slow, circular motion against my clitoris, a tantalizing rhythm that sets my senses ablaze. A single finger probes inside, finding its way into my wetness. This is torture. Sweet, exquisite torture. He knows exactly what he’s doing, teasing me to the brink, leaving me breathless and wanting more. I know the feeling of his cock inside me will 

send me over the edge

More, Give me moreI gasp, my breath coming in ragged gasps

More?he whisper against my ear. Tell me exactly what you need, and you shall have it.” 

Ugh! He’s so frustrating sometimes. Teasing me until I can barely speak, but still forcing me to voice exactly what I want him to do. His finger pumped slowly in and out of my body and it isn’t enough

Damn it, Aiden You know what I wantI manage to say between breaths, my voice a strangled whisper

He bites my earlobe, I know but I want to hear you say it,” he murmurs, his breath warm against my skin

< Alone With My Twin Stepbrothers

I meet his gaze, my eyes locked on his, the intensity of my desire mirrored in their depths. I want your dick inside me, AidenI say, the words raw. I want you to fuck me, hard” 

That’s my girl,he whispers, a smile playing on his lips

With practiced ease, he unfastens my bikini, they slide down my wet legs, lost in the pool. Then he sheds his own shorts, revealing the evidence of his own arousal. The hard length of him presses against my inner thigh, sending another wave of heat coursing through me. My body trembles uncontrollably

I liked the way you said that,” he murmurs as he positions the tip of his cock at my opening and pushed inside

A groan escapes my lips as he fills me completely, his weight pressing me firmly against the tile wall of the pool. I urge him, my voice thick with desire. He doesn’t disappoint. One hand reaches out, tangling in my soaking wet hair, pulling my head back. His lips find my neck, trailing kisses along my skin as he pounds into me. His body moves within mine, a powerful rhythm that sends jolts of pure pleasure through me. The upper part of my breasts bounce on the surface of the water, creating tiny ripples around us. This is pure, unadulterated bliss. It’s more intense than anything I’ve ever experienced

 

Shattered Love Symphony by  Joseph King  

Shattered Love Symphony by Joseph King  

Status: Ongoing

Joseph King  
 

Joseph King is an American author known for his emotionally compelling storytelling, relatable characters, and themes that revolve around family, identity, and the quiet battles of everyday life. Born and raised in Seattle, Washington, Joseph grew up in a modest household where books were as essential as groceries. His mother, a school librarian, often brought home classic novels and contemporary literature, nurturing his love for fiction at an early age. His father, a factory worker, inspired Joseph with his dedication, discipline, and belief that every dream is worth fighting for.

From childhood, Joseph showed a natural talent for writing. He would often spend hours crafting small stories in his notebooks, inspired by the people around him and the world he imagined beyond his window. During high school, he won multiple creative writing awards, setting the foundation for his literary aspirations. He later attended the University of Oregon, majoring in English Literature and Creative Writing. It was during these years that Joseph began shaping his unique voice — one that combines poetic language with raw emotional honesty.

After graduating, Joseph initially worked as a freelance editor and taught creative writing workshops to aspiring writers. His breakthrough came when his debut novel, Beneath the Maple Sky, captivated readers with its touching portrayal of friendship, heartbreak, and healing. The novel quickly gained critical acclaim and was praised for its emotional depth and relatable characters. Since then, Joseph has written multiple bestselling novels, many of which have been translated into international languages and adapted into streaming-platform projects.

Joseph’s writing style is often described as heartfelt, deeply introspective, and powerful in its simplicity. Rather than focusing on fantasy or elaborate plots, he explores human emotions — love, loss, forgiveness, betrayal, and the search for meaning. Through his stories, Joseph highlights that everyone carries pain, everyone fights silent battles, and every person deserves understanding.

Despite his success, Joseph remains grounded. He lives a quiet life in Portland, Oregon, where he continues to write daily. When he is not writing, Joseph enjoys hiking, reading poetry, and spending time at local cafés where he often observes life around him — turning small moments into meaningful stories. His journey from a passionate young storyteller to a renowned novelist serves as an inspiration to young writers around the world, proving that imagination, perseverance, and heart can turn dreams into reality.

1️⃣ Night. Branch. Panic.

Teen hazari raat.
Cold wind.
Drunk girl balancing on a tree branch.

Ella knocks on Aiden’s window, whispering desperately:

“Psst… open up. Please.”

She forgot her house key.
Front door locked.
No courage to wake her mother.
So she chose the one person who always wakes up…

Her disciplined, intimidating stepbrother — Aiden.


2️⃣ Soldier Mode Activated

Lamp clicks on.
Curtains shift.
Aiden appears — tired eyes, rigid posture, military sharpness.

“Ella? It’s 3AM. What the hell are you doing on a tree?”

Before she answers — she slips.
He reacts instantly, pulling her inside with soldier reflexes.

She crashes on the carpet.
He stands over her like a commander.


3️⃣ Anger With Care

Not yelling loudly —
but that controlled military tone that scares more than shouting:

“You could’ve fallen. You could’ve died!”

Ella rubs her bruised shoulder, annoyed:

“Relax, I'm fine…”

Aiden's jaw clenches — frustration, worry, protectiveness all mixed.


4️⃣ A New Aiden

She finally looks at him properly.
Gone is the skinny teenage boy.

Now —
Tall. Broad shoulders. Strong arms.
Stubble. Jawline. Steely gaze.

He looks like someone who’s seen war.
Because he has.

She realizes she doesn’t really know this version of him.


5️⃣ From Annoyance to Uncleared Emotions

He crosses arms, staring down at her:

“You’re nineteen. Still sneaking out like a kid.”

She rolls her eyes:

“I’m an adult.”

He steps closer, voice low:

“Adults remember their house keys.”

She hates that he makes sense.
Hates that he suddenly feels… different.
Older. Scarier. Safer.

Confusing.


6️⃣ Who Were You With?

Aiden's military instincts flare:

“Who drove you back? Where were you?”

Ella avoids eye contact:

“None of your business.”

Wrong answer.

He leans in, voice dangerously quiet:

“If someone hurt you—if someone disrespected you—I need to know.”

Not romantic.
Not intimate.
Just raw protective rage.

Because to him, she’s still a kid he’s sworn to protect.


7️⃣ Old Childhood Dynamics Return

She remembers childhood battles —
annoying pranks, wrestling, teasing, getting chased in hallways.

Only now…
the roles feel heavier.

He isn’t teasing.
He’s warning.

And she suddenly feels small again — stubborn, rebellious, but small.


8️⃣ A Consequence Speech

Instead of anything physical, he gives her a military-style consequence:

“If you sneak out again, you train with me at 5AM. Every day.”

Push-ups. Running. Discipline. Pain.

Ella freezes.

“You’re joking.”

He doesn’t blink.

“Try me.”


9️⃣ Growing Up Hurts

She drops her gaze.
Not because she’s afraid —
but because for the first time, she realizes…

They aren’t kids anymore.

He’s grown into a soldier.
She’s still learning how to be an adult.

And tonight, embarrassment hits harder than the fall.


🔟 A Silent Understanding

Aiden hands her water, calmer now.

“Text me next time. I’ll open the door.”

She mutters:

“Didn’t think you'd care.”

His expression softens — just for a heartbeat.

“I do.”

No flirting.
No touching.
Just heavy, complicated sibling-energy tension.

She walks out of his room with flushed cheeks and a heart she doesn’t fully understand.

And he watches her leave, jaw tight.

Because after two years away, he didn’t expect to feel protective again.
And she didn’t expect him to matter.

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