Bruised Knees

Forbidden Fruit - I

Adonis Briggs, also known as my brother's best friend. Lord have no fucking mercy, where do I even start? He's older than me by eleven years (which just so happens to be a major turn on for my daddy issues), mouth watering body, chiseled abs from the gods above, sexy quads, tight ass, a jawline that could slit throats, veiny, muscular arms, a pantie dropping smirk that is to fucking die for, and forbidden.

Painfully forbidden.

But, extremely fun to tease. I like to believe that I am not completely oblivious, so I do notice the way he looks at me as well. Him and I have a little game, you see, that neither of us have confirmed or made rules about.

The fun part? We can't tell anyone. I mean, technically we haven't done anything worth telling. He has fucked me or given men head, and nor have I to him. I guess my million dollar pussy is shining too bright for him.

So, we're good, I guess.

Besides, even if we did do something, there would be no harm done. Him and I are both consenting adults, although I may have just joined the legal gang. Whoop, whoop.

I, Amabell Francesca Kingston, am officially and finally eighteen years old! It has been around four months since my diciottesimo compleanno and that just so happens to be when Adonis and I's little game started.

But, as mentioned before, we can't really tell anyone (and by anyone, I mean my brother, Nash). I don't mind, though. I've always loved a good scandal.

"Mabel!" I hear my brother shoulder from downstairs, the front door slamming shut.

I glance above my kindle and roll my eyes, setting it down. It is sad to say that once I turned eighteen, my brother invited me to come stay with him. He, being a oh so loving brother, decided that he would allow me to live with him until I was able to bear my own. Our parents aren't the best, you see.

Tada.

"Yes, brother dearest?" I chirp, batting my eyelashes and leaning against the door frame of the living room. He stares at me, and I snap, my sweet expression dropping. "The fuck you want, asshat?"

"Oh, fuck you, Mabel." He rolls his eyes, loosening his tie.

I grimace. "Now, that, my dear brother, is what we call incest."

He shivers in disgust and I send him a look as if to say "that's what I thought." After a couple of seconds, he decides to open his fat ass mouth and speak. "It's about Adonis." Fuck, yes. I'm listening, baby. "Okay, so the company is holding a business gala tonight and Adonis needs a plus one. I told him that you would go with him, and, before you say no—"

I whine, flopping onto the couch. I just got to my favorite book in the series and just as Damon Torrance showed his sexy self, this shrimp dick decides to do this shit. Adonis owns some sort of business that was passed down by his father, but, even after knowing him forever, I still don't know nor give a flying shit what he works for.

Nash has dragged me to a couple of these events, and, needless to say, I'm not the biggest fucking fan.

"Nash, I don't want to." I roll over, falling off the edge of the couch and groaning.

He ignores me and continues running his slobbering, annoying, pube infested mouth. "—Adonis already bought you a couple of series of books off your wish list as a thank you." Oh, how heartwarming. I'll take the books. "So, be a good and kind little sister like I know you are," He narrows his eyes. "and listen to what the fuck I say for once, you little shit."