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017: Control

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My mouth meets his with a force that probably rattles his teeth. The initial shock is on his side this time.

His lips are soft, surprisingly so, and taste faintly of mint and something else. Something that tastes wild, a glaring warning that this is a dangerous addiction in the making.

Kissing Axel feels different. I'd had my fair share of kisses – awkward high school crushes, the lingering sweetness of first dates, the deep familiarity with Odin.

But this… this is raw, unpolished, and unapologetic, a direct current of pure sensation. There's no pretense, no careful thought behind it, just a powerful, undeniable connection of mouths and tongues.

It's the kiss of someone who knows exactly what they want and isn't afraid to take it, and for once, that person is me.

His hands, which had been gripping my forearms, slowly relax, then rise to cup my face. His thumbs brush over my cheekbones, a surprising tenderness that sends a jolt through me. It almost makes me falter, but I can
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  • Deadly Game With My Husband's Brothers    023: Stewing in my own mess

    ~~PEYTON~~ Kira’s eyes lock onto mine. Her usually perfect hair is a little mess, some strands clinging to her face. She’s wearing a crumpled blouse, definitely thrown on in a rush. For a moment, she just stands there, her chest heaving, like she’s just run a marathon. "I just heard," she says. "I came as fast as I could. Oh, Odin. How is he?" Axel and Raphael, who’d both turned when she burst in, flash glances at me. "Who is she?" Axel is the first to speak. "Odin's girlfriend obviously." Raphael chimes in causally and that's when kira finally noticed the two perch at the bench. Her eyes linger on them for a minute too long, then they move from Axel and just stick on Raphael. She’s totally checking him out, her gaze sweeping over him from his head to his shoe. It's looking quite expensive by the way. I watch the look on her face. She's squinting. Bitting her lips. As if she’s instantly impressed, a clear look of admiration, almost awe. It’s like her brain just screams, Who

  • Deadly Game With My Husband's Brothers    023: Spiraling

    ~~PEYTON~~ THE NEXT MORNING, the same kind-faced nurse returns. But no smiles this time. "Mrs. Thorne, the doctor’s cleared you for discharge. Just need to remove your IV, and you're good to go." I can't help but frown. The announcement feels less like good news and more like a fresh wave of anxiety. I'd barely closed my eyes, and the thought of stepping back into the maelstrom of my life made my stomach clench all over again. No more sterile white walls, no more quiet solitude, just the cold, hard reality of everything waiting for me outside. I just stare at the nurse, suddenly wishing I could plead for a few more days—a reprieve from the inevitable. "Are you sure?" I mumble. She simply nods as she expertly pulls the needle and tapes a small dressing over the spot. I swing my legs over the side of the bed, stretching, yawning, and taking a deep breath, but the nurse is still standing close by, her eyes on me. It looks like she wasn't done yet. Does she have something else to

  • Deadly Game With My Husband's Brothers    022: Panic

    ~~PEYTON~~AXEL: *You okay?*I just stare blankly at the screen, not knowing if I should lie. Obviously, I’m not okay. An IV drip is attached to the back of my hand. It feels as if I’m being chained to a wall, movement restricted, and all I can do is lie on my other arm and play around with my phone.It made sense. I couldn't keep anything down, not a drop of water, not since... the argument. The bile-inducing argument.I vomited. God, it was a lot of vomit. I had doubled over right there and puked all over the stairs. Just like that, I began to see stars, dizziness clouding everything. I couldn't even make out the shock on Olivia's face as my puke dripped down the stairs.Odin had rushed to my side, holding me still as my legs gave in. Everything else was a blur, filled with Olivia's annoying voice and Odin shouting into his phone, calling 911. And then here I was, cooped up in this hospital bed.The doctor, a kind-faced man with tired eyes, had said something about acute gastritis o

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    AXELMy head aches; there's a dull throb behind my eyes that no amount of sleep seems to fix. It's not just the usual hangover; it's the aftermath of everything. Of last night. Of Peyton. God, what a mess. A mess that was totally enjoyable.And all I can think about is having her stand naked in front of me, grinding her thin curves while she fingers herself. Licking those fingers will be so damn sexy. We never got to try that. Fucking in the counter won't suffice. We're mostly lying down with her on top, flashing those bouncy tits begging to be touched.Her petite frame is the kind that would've been perfect for the runway if she were just a few inches taller.I walk into Raphael's room and flop onto his bed. The springs groan under me. My brother's at his mirror, practically hugging his reflection while he messes with his tie. He's always so serious about everything, even getting dressed. Every little tug, every tiny fix he makes, it's like the world depends on that tie looking perfe

  • Deadly Game With My Husband's Brothers    020: So, out of all the goddamn people? You chose Axel?

    ~~PEYTON~~The next few minutes? Should I call it a crossfire or a full-blown verbal assault? Odin's voice rises with each word. He doesn't need to say more; the underwear in his hand screams volumes.Accusations fly, assumptions that are so far off the mark they are almost laughable if they didn't cut so deep.There's no winning this. Not when he's holding the evidence. He storms around the entryway, gesturing wildly, while I stand frozen, feeling the blood drain from my face. Every glance he shoots me is like a punch. Every word like a slap.And you know the funny thing about all of this is that he's furious, beyond furious, and it's not just because of a stupid, misplaced piece of underwear. It's his assumptions; it's like he's trying to piece together a killer puzzle. A puzzle that isn't so hard to solve."Are you just going to stand there, Peyton? Or tell me how this ended up in a box from my mother?"Odin's voice is dangerously low, his eyes drilling into mine. He waves the lace

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