Married to my ex's cold older brother
"Don't let go of the puck in-between your thighs. I want it to trap every drop of your wetness." Damon whispered into my ears, casually holding my hand as if we were having a normal conversation as a couple.
I shouldn't feel this way, not in front of all this people focused on the hockey players in the rink. But as his lips moved against my bare neck, I could no longer hold back. I swallowed a ragged breath like an idiot, and allowed my pussy release juice that began to drip onto the puck.
How do I start this?
Sweetheart, this book is a dark romance. Not the faded kind, but the bottomless-pit-black kind. It contains explicit sex, spider play, bondage, intense bullying and the creative use of a puck. If you get triggered by any of these, I love you so much and I'd love for you to protect your peace.
But if you're still here, then let's dive into the world of Ruby Michaelson and the two brothers who can either be her undoing or her salvation.
One horrific night took something from each of them and shredded them to pieces. But not everything is what it seems, and sometimes the truth might actually be tongue-deep inside of us.
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Chapter: TrappedDamon Marshall I stood inside my room, staring at the torn scrap of burgundy colored scarf clutched in my palm. My grandmother owned the biggest fabric company in the world so I knew from the way it felt, that it was a rare and exquisite high-grade silk. The kind of textile that the elites would gladly kill to have. But it wasn't the material that held my mind hostage, it was the memory of its owner.No one had ever possessed the audacity to be impatient with me or look me in the eye and threaten to kill me.I chuckled softly as I recalled the way she stomped her feet like a bratty little kid. It had been a long time since anything genuinely made me smile, but Miss Scarf was something else. Who the hell was she ? From the way she looked and how she didn't bother about ripping such an expensive scarf just to escape my presence, she must come from wealth. Although I had personally met almost all the spoiled brats in the city, and loathed their shallow and vain personalities, this woma
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Chapter: Mr. Buttons and Miss ScarfAs I got to the front of the courthouse, my heart seized. There, standing near the entrance were faces I had never wanted to see in broad daylight again.Linda and her clique of plastic friends were posing for pictures, chatting cheerfully. Linda had been my closest friend back in our school days, but she completely disassociated herself with me after that night, and later became the bane of my very existence. She embarrassed, degraded, and insulted me every chance she got, rubbing her father's ill-gotten wealth on my face. Now she had managed to trap the heir of Star Production House, and in the messy haze of my current life, I had completely forgotten that their overly publicized court wedding was taking place this morning.I would rather roll over on mud, than let her see me. If Linda caught even a glimpse of me here, she would make it her life mission to find out exactly what I was doing here. And if she discovers I was here to marry an old man, she'd label me a gold digger and
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Chapter: A mother's sacrificeI should have screamed for help or fought harder to get out of the room, but my stupid body remained still, unwilling to move.For some unexplainable reason, A part of me truly wanted to see Scott again. After six long years, he had never truly left my mind. Not even when he left the city without a word to me.A muscular figure stepped out of the shadows and began to walk towards me with calculated steps. Before I could blink, I was pushed back to the door and immediately trapped.The lights suddenly became brighter, bringing his face into view. He was still as handsome as I had remembered, just more matured and obviously stronger.“Sco…Scott?” I choked out, my voice cracking. “Is this really you?”Before the last word could leave my lips, he punched the wall above my head. “How dare you show your face to me?!" He roared, his eyes burning with hatred.“You…you asked for me,” I whispered, trembling with fear.He chuckled dryly, a sound that instantly made me cold. Suddenly, I felt his
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Chapter: A brother's sacrificeScott Marshall “I hate being back here, this place is cursed,” I said, staring at the antique furniture in the living room. It had been cleaned and polished, it looked as good as new. My brother, Damon, stood a few feet away. He had one hand buried in his pocket, his back turned to me. Hearing my rant, he let out a low chuckle before turning to me, the glass of whiskey in his tattooed hand still half full.“Really?” he asked, his brow arching above the dark scar on the side of his face as he took a sip of his whiskey.I fell silent, the familiar feeling of regret gripping me tightly. I knew this place held more bad memories for him than it did for me. After all it was in this city that he had lost his ability to ever have kids, and it was all my fault.If I hadn't stupidly fallen in love with a fucking spoiled, cheater like Joan George, I would never have tried to drown myself in that freezing lake. Damon wouldn't have slammed his pelvis on a stone while dragging my young and dumb s
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Chapter: Ghosts of the pastSix years earlier.“You can go a bit faster, babe, I won't break.” I said in excitement as I felt my orgasm building up again.I was on all fours. My boyfriend and I were currently going at it in a room that looked like the master bedroom. It was his Nineteenth birthday, and like every other birthday, he had chosen to celebrate it in his own home. His older brother had also traveled out as usual, to give us all space.We had taken each other's virginity in the storage room months ago, and since then, we'd been inseparable. Until a month ago when he had to undergo a serious training for the teen hockey championship. We hadn't even seen each other until today, when he asked me to strip and wait for him in this room.“Palomita,” he groaned loudly grabbing my ginger colored hair as he slammed his cock into me. I didn't understand what the hell he was saying, but the word sent a fresh jolt of electricity down my core.“I'm so full!” I cried out, as I felt my walls tighten around his him. “
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