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038: It's YOU
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2025-08-30 17:31:42
MarvelSo sorry about the previous chapter. It's from Axel's pov not Peyton's. It's taking a bit too long to be edited.
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Deadly Game With My Husband's Brothers 041: The night is long
~~PEYTON~~Every inch of him is buried inside my walls, stretching me in and out. The force of it scrapes my back against the leather seat. Each thrust, slow and delicious, builds tension inside the deepest part of me. I hook my legs around his back, sensing more warmth, more friction, more proximity. A rush of heat pulsates through me. It's like I sense him in every part of me, not just inside my hole that feels like it's been set on fire—my nipples are hard, pointy, and arching with more friction, something wet and warm, precisely. My brain is foggy; even when my eyes open, I don't care what I see around me. Everything else is blurry—the car's ceiling, the window right opposite me, even the other seat is insignificant. It's just him. Only him. That matters. And not just his face, his body. I don’t know if I should add soul to it, because having his dick inside me feels like a spiritual awakening.He groans so close to my ear that it makes my boobs jerk up, my hand wrapping around h
Deadly Game With My Husband's Brothers 040: Arousal to arousal
~~PEYTON~~I'm hot. I'm so hot it almost feels like I'm burning down there. Two weeks of being starved and now inhaling the scent of male testosterone and watching balls squirm in tight pants is sending my head spiraling.With both hands pinned above my head and Axel tantalizingly close, I'm trapped between the fierce anger that got me here and the messed-up desire that wants him to stay."You're shaking," he murmurs, eyes scanning my face."I’m not. But helpless? Oppressed? Fuck yeah." I bite back, and he laughs. Seriously?He leaves the pinning with one hand, takes out the other hand, and brushes a finger down my cheek. I look away and bite my lips as his teasing finger draws a straight line to my neck, my collarbone, my chest, and my button on my blouse, taking them out one by one. He stops at my navel, caresses it a little, then continues the journey down to my pants.I shake off his hand. He ignores me, eyes still on me. I don't remember the second I meet his gaze. Worse, I can't
Deadly Game With My Husband's Brothers 039: Bouquet or vibrator
~~PEYTON~~I never realize my life is boring until two days ago. Like, who do I have? Odin? Hospital. Dad? Hospital. Stepmom and sister? Come on, I'm better off without those bloodsuckers. Axel? I'm not a mess without him; I'm better off learning to live with my own company. I don't need a man after all.But each time I scroll through my contacts, his name is at the top of the list. It makes it really hard 'not to be a mess.' When I mean mess, I'm clumsy. Can you believe I almost slip on the bathroom floor this morning, lost in thought, thinking how my life would have been if I hadn't wanted to 'sin' that night? Stayed home and took Kira and Odin's bullshit, waking up the next day like nothing happens. I'll probably need a bandage after pulmetting my head on the wall with zero tolerance, zero self-control.I finally finish the last report, slam my laptop shut, and grab my bag. The clock on my screen reads 6:02 PM. My mind is already on my bed, I am going to collapse on it, and the ice
Deadly Game With My Husband's Brothers 038: It's YOU
~~AXEL~~ I try to dump her, and she dumps me back. Great. And she did it with a fake smile. A fake smile! I'll never live this down. But... was I actually going to dump her? Did I really want to? God. Relationships can be so hard. I massage my temples, feeling a headache coming on. Or maybe it’s not a headache; maybe it’s just my brain finally rebooting. Everything feels different. Painfully slow. After a few business phone calls this morning, I can’t bring myself to move. The phone on my chest feels like a useless piece of technology that just told me I'd been bested. I’m sprawled on my back, staring at the ceiling, which suddenly looks a lot less interesting than it used to. A simple explanation for why I went MIA for two weeks, and my genius response was to try and break up with her. I'm an idiot. She was right. I was planning to dump her. I told her that. It was the truth, but it wasn't. The thought of it had been an itch I couldn’t scratch, a habit I couldn't break. I didn't g
Deadly Game With My Husband's Brothers 037: Take a break
~~AXEL~~ I think she forgot how to breathe. She finally stops. The last words hang and make me freeze in confused shock even. It's…… Okay, I think she's rubbing off on me because I, too, forgot to breathe for a few seconds. Silence. That seems to be the only thing existing right now. She pauses, maybe waiting for an excuse, anything to break the quiet. She wants me to explain myself. Too bad I don't do explanations. I grab the last half piece of pizza. "After all that, you didn't even get to eat. Your loss." The way her face crumbles in the next seconds makes my heart seize. “So that's it…that's what you have to say? Is the pizza the only thing on your mind right now, or are you deflecting the subject? Which is very annoying.” Her voice rises, and I hear a subtle crack. “You can't come in here and flirt and expect me to fall into your lap without getting an explanation. I know this relationship is about sex and all, but don't play with my feelings. I mean, not feelings, j
Deadly Game With My Husband's Brothers 036: Yeah, what are you saying?
~~PEYTON~~It took Mr. CEO two good weeks to get back to the office. It's a cold Monday morning, and I'm standing at his desk, his coat in my hand, ready to welcome him back. The moment he steps in, a smile stretches across my face. But I immediately feel stupid for it—it's too wild, too eager—but I can't help it. My heart is pounding with relief. He seems okay, and the whole incident was under wraps, which means I can keep my job. All's good."Good morning, boss. Welcome back, and how are you..." I stop myself fast. I remember the cold fury he'd shown me, the way he'd slammed the car door in my face. He's not the type to appreciate overt concern or small talk. So let's make these early hours of the day a success."I'm sorry... shouldn't have asked," I mutter, but that's when it occurs to me that the asshole isn't even paying attention.He blinks at me once and scans the office, taking in every detail from the ceiling to the tiles.I hold my breath.I'd spent hours making sure everyth
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