Craved By My Ex's Brother: A Taboo Affair

Lust And Duty

Vivian stirred awake, a dull, throbbing ache in her core serving as a heated reminder of the night before. It hurt, but in the best way possible—an intense, lingering sensation that had her lips curling into a small, satisfied smile.

She stretched, eyes still heavy with sleep, only to realize she was alone. The bed beside her was cold, but she could hear the steady patter of water from the bathroom.

Glancing at the clock on the nightstand, she let out a panicked whisper. “Oh, damn, I’m late.” She quickly scrambled up, throwing the sheets aside as she hunted for her clothes scattered around the room.

She found her dress crumpled on the floor, but when she reached for her underwear, she discovered it was torn—completely useless. She cursed softly, tossing it onto the bed with a sigh and pulling her dress over her bare skin, fingers fumbling in her haste.

Just as she slipped her shoes on, the bathroom door creaked open, and her breath caught in her throat.

There he stood, dripping wet, his broad shoulders glistening under the bathroom light, water trailing down his defined chest and down to where he stood, unapologetically naked. His gaze locked on her, and a wicked smirk tugged at the corner of his mouth.

“Leaving already, princess?” he asked, one hand casually running the towel through his wet hair, while the other slowly stroked himself, clearly enjoying her reaction.

Vivian’s cheeks flushed, her heart racing. She felt her pulse throb in response to the sight of him, bare and unguarded, standing there with the kind of confidence only a man well aware of his effect on her could have.

“Yes… I have to get to work,” she stammered, but the conviction in her voice wavered as her gaze dipped, lingering shamelessly on the broad lines of his chest, trailing down to where his d**k was rock hard. She gulped, as she stared at his c**k wanting to go down on her knees and take that thick long meat in her mouth.

Desire pooled low in her belly, abd she f*****g couldn't tear her eyes away from him as he strode over her, still completely naked, water still dripping from his hair with that confident smirk plastered across his face.

“Oh? In such a hurry?” he asked, his voice low and teasing as he took a step closer, closing the distance. His fingers grazed her chin, lifting it, forcing her to meet his gaze. “Because from where I’m standing, it doesn’t look like you’re quite ready to leave.”

His thumb brushed her bottom lips as he held her there, his eyes roaming over her body in a knowing look.

She swallowed, feeling the heat rise in her cheeks, but her eyes betrayed her, darting downward again. “I… I am,” she insisted weakly, though her gaze lingered on his hand as it left her chin, tracing a line down her neck that sent a delicious shiver through her body.

He chuckled softly, catching the subtle quiver in her breathing. “Is that so?” His voice dropped even lower, almost a whisper as his hand slid lower, grazing the edge of her collarbone. “Because you look like someone who’d love a little distraction before she heads out.”

Her pulse quickened, her mind racing between the ticking clock and the heat in his eyes. “I really… shouldn’t,” she murmured, but there was no strength in her words as he leaned in, brushing his lips over her neck, the lightest, tantalizing touch that made her shiver.

“Just a little fun, princess,” he whispered against her skin, his hand moving to rest on her hip. She felt her resolve slipping, her body responding in ways she couldn’t hide, her breath hitching as his hand slid lower, teasing.

His hands tracing her inner thighs before dipping his hands in her lazy, his hands roamed their way to her breast, squeezing it just enough to pull a breathy moan out from her lips.

Her pulse quickened as he pinched her n*****s, the sudden sensation making her gasp.

Vivian's thoughts flickered to the clock as her eyes moved to the clock then back to his hands on her breast. The knowledge that she was already running late was already pressing down on her.

In one swift move, he lifted her dress, exposing her already slick aching p***y, she sucked in a sharp breath as he lowered his mouth to her chest, his lips capturing her n****e, his tongue swirling and teeth grazing her sensitive skin. A moan escaped her lips before she could even stop him, her head tripling back as he sucked her n*****s.

Her mouth opened as if to protest to say they didn't have time but at that moment what came out was a soft and needy moan “Ahh!

"That's it, baby," he growled huskily, his voice thick with desire as he took her n****e into his mouth, sucking it greedily.

His hands slipped between her legs, his fingers moving inside her in a rhythm that echoed through her body, each movement sending waves of pleasure radiating from her core. “I can’t get enough of you,” he whispered hotly against her skin, his voice like a low, possessive promise in her ear.

Vivian’s breath hitched, her eyes closing as she bit her lip, feeling herself teetering on the edge, her legs trembling. Just as she felt herself about to lose control, her phone rang, its sharp tone breaking the spell.

“Damn it,” she muttered, pushing his hands away, and scrambling over to the bedside table to pick it up. Glancing at the screen, she saw Rita’s name flashing, and a wave of urgency rushed over her.

“s**t, s**t, s**t,” she muttered under her breath, knowing she needed to get out of there fast. But as she stood there, phone in hand, an undeniable frustration gnawed at her. She hadn’t reached the release she was craving—her body still humming, the need still aching deep within her.

“This… this was amazing,” she stammered, a mix of awe and regret in her voice as she scrambled to find the right words. “I—I don’t even know what to say, but I… I just have to go. I’m really sorry. Goodbye.”

He watched her with a raised eyebrow, an amused smirk on his face, but he didn’t stop her. She hastily gathered her things—her bag, makeup kit, shoes—trying to ignore the pang of disappointment tightening in her chest. She had to go. She’d already pushed her schedule too far.

Without looking back, she rushed out of the room and found a cab waiting at the curb.

Once inside, she leaned back, taking a deep breath as the car started to move. Her pulse was still racing, her mind a chaotic mix of satisfaction and regret. “Wow,” she whispered to herself, almost laughing at the absurdity of it all.

But then, as the city lights blurred by outside the cab window, a realization hit her. She froze, her heart skipping a beat.

“Oh no…” she muttered, her voice laced with disbelief. They hadn’t exchanged numbers. She’d been in such a rush to leave that she’d walked out without even thinking of how to see him again.

“How are we supposed to meet again?” she mumbled, half to herself. The driver glanced at her through the rearview mirror, raising an eyebrow, but she didn’t notice. She was too lost in her thoughts, kicking herself mentally.

She sighed, slumping back into the seat, shaking her head. “Well, I guess that’s the deal with one-night stands,” she murmured with a bittersweet smile, trying to convince herself. “They’re not meant to… meet again.”

But deep down, as the cab continued through the city streets, she couldn’t ignore the nagging sense of regret.

****

When Vivian finally arrived at the hospital, she could feel the weight of her tardiness. The interns were already lined up in a neat horizontal row, all eyes fixed on the Chief as she addressed them on what appeared to be a crucial matter.

Vivian’s heart raced as she tried to quietly slip into line, but her entrance was far from unnoticed. Heads turned, and in an instant, every gaze shifted from the Chief to her.

Whispers began to murmur through the group as her colleagues exchanged glances, some filled with curiosity, others with clear disapproval.

Vivian caught Thomas and Genevieve standing together at the far end, both glaring at her with raised brows, their expressions silently judging her late arrival.

This wasn’t the time for explanations or apologies. She steeled herself, focusing intently on the Chief’s words, hoping to catch up with whatever important information she’d missed in her rush to get here.

“Dr. Vivian Carter! You are late!” The Chief’s tone was sharp and unforgiving, echoing through the hallway as she turned to face Vivian with an icy glare.

Vivian froze, a blush creeping up her cheeks as she met the Chief’s steely gaze. She looked every bit the authority figure, her arms crossed and her expression a mix of irritation and disbelief.

“Care to explain why on earth you’re walking in at this hour?” the Chief demanded, her eyes narrowing. “And look at yourself!

Your lab coat is wrinkled, your hair is… well, let’s just say it looks like a storm hit it. Didn’t you get any sleep last night? Because from the looks of it, you seem like you’ve been… busy.”

Vivian gulped, feeling a flush of embarrassment. “I’m—I’m so sorry, Chief. I had a… rough morning,” she stammered, trying to avoid the Chief’s piercing gaze.

“A rough morning?” the Chief repeated, unimpressed. “Dr. Carter, I expect more from my team, especially from someone with your potential. Patients are waiting, and if you can't arrive on time, maybe you should reevaluate your priorities.”

Vivian’s heart sank as she scrambled for an explanation. "It won’t happen again, Chief. I promise."

The Chief cleared her throat and fixed her steely gaze back on the interns. “As I was saying before, Dr. Carter decided to grace us with her presence,” she began, her voice cutting through the murmurs like a blade.

She paced slowly in front of them, her footsteps echoing with a sense of purpose, her gaze intense as she assessed each face in the line.

“I’ll be stepping down soon,” she continued, each word deliberate as she took a step forward, then back, her hands clasped behind her as though steadying herself.

She paused, letting her words settle over the group, absorbing the shocked expressions and anxious glances passing among them.

“Oh, don’t look so surprised,” she scoffed, a slight smirk playing on her lips. “Can’t you see I’m getting older? This day was always coming.” She allowed a moment for the weight of her statement to sink in, her sharp eyes sweeping over each intern before continuing. “And my successor will be here tomorrow.”

As a palpable tension rose as she went on. “The new Chief will supervise every single one of you. He’ll be watching closely to assess if you truly have what it takes to be doctors,” she stated, her voice low but filled with authority.

The interns nodded silently, expressions a mixture of fear and determination as they stood at attention under her piercing gaze.

“Now that I’ve made myself clear, you're dismissed. Except for you, Dr. Vivian Carter. My office. Now.” The Chief’s voice was calm but laced with a warning, her eyes cutting directly to Vivian as she delivered the order.