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041: The night is long

Penulis: Marvel
last update Terakhir Diperbarui: 2025-09-05 15:39:33

~~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
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  • Deadly Game With My Husband's Brothers    112: Confession

    ~~PEYTON~~I blink. Not from surprise but the blatant confession, while my thumb finally slides away from the Dispatch button as I lower the phone.“Wow. That’s... a lot of therapy hours condensed into one sentence. You want a trophy for self-awareness? Or maybe a sticker?”“I'm being serious, Peyton,” he says, taking a step toward me, his shadow falling over the pink bear. “She noticed. The way I can’t stay out of your space. The way I find excuses to walk through that door even when I know you’ll probably try to have me arrested.”“So, what?” I cross my arms, refusing to let the sudden quiet in the room soften me. “You broke up with your fiancée and now you’re here to—what? Make me your new full-time hobby? Sorry, Odin, the position of 'Annoying Man-Child' is currently oversaturated in my life.”He let out a dry laugh that didn't reach his eyes. “No. She broke up with me because she said I’m looking for a fight I can’t win. And she’s right. I’ve been fighting you because it’s easier

  • Deadly Game With My Husband's Brothers    111: Congratulations

    ~~PEYTON~~I’m standing in the middle of the living room, staring. Ned—or whoever Raphael sent—didn't just bring a bear; they brought a prehistoric beast.It’s massive. It’s a soft blush pink with cream-colored paws and a ribbon around its neck that probably costs more than my last three outfits combined.I scan it from head to toe, eyes traveling over the thick, high-quality fur. No cheap polyester here. Raph actually did it. Tapped into whatever description I imagined in my mind and just delivered.It's almost concerning. Anyway, I'm not complaining.I dive into it, burying my face in its chest. It smells brand new—clean and soft, so big that when I hug it, I completely disappear into the pink fluff. It’s exactly the kind of ridiculous, over-the-top comfort I needed after yesterday.I don't get to hug it for more than ten seconds when the doorbell rings.I frown, checking the time. It’s too early for the guys to return, and it's too late for the mail.I pull myself away from the bea

  • Deadly Game With My Husband's Brothers    110: Today's drama

    ~~RAPHAEL~~The sun is barely up, and my head is still pounding from last night’s drama, but a promise is a promise. I pull my phone from the nightstand and open my chat with Ned, my personal assistant.Me: I need a teddy bear.Me: A massive one. Human-sized. If it’s not at least six feet tall, I don’t want it.Ned: Sir, it’s 6:02 AM.Me: I’m aware of what time it is.Ned: And you want a giant toy. To the office? Or the estate?Me: The estate. By noon. And make sure it’s soft. If it feels like cheap polyester, you’re fired.Ned: I’ll add ‘Stuffed Animal Expert’ to my resume. Anything else? A giant rattle? A pacifier?Raphael: Don’t push your luck. Just get the fuckin' bear.I toss the phone back onto the bed. Ned’s been with me long enough to know when to stop asking questions, even when I’m clearly losing my mind.And I don't know why I'm losing my mind. Seems I woke up on the wrong side of the bed.I look over at Peyton, who is still a tangled mess, fast asleep. She looks peaceful—n

  • Deadly Game With My Husband's Brothers    109: Obsessed stalker

    ~~RAPHAEL~~“And you're telling us now?” I snap, still finding it hard to believe Peyton would keep something like this from us. From me.She's sitting on the couch, curling her toes, and finding it hard to explain.“Raphael, I—”“No, we have spent every waking second making sure you were safe. We built a schedule. We vetted the staff, and you’re telling me that the one person who actually poses a threat followed you to the party we took you to?”I start to pace around the room, scanning the place for something to break.I usually keep it cool, but not this time. Not when she might be in danger.“Do you know what a stalker is? What goes on in their brain?”Axel, who's been leaning on the wall, cuts in. “Raph, that's enough.”“No, it's not enough!” I roar, finally grabbing a heavy crystal decanter from the side table and hurling it into the fireplace.The sound of it shattering is the only thing that matches the jagged edge in my chest.Axel sighs. “Oh great, destroy the place.”“He’s

  • Deadly Game With My Husband's Brothers    108: Get me out of here

    ~~PEYTON~~Esme freezes, but it only lasts for two seconds. She raises her head to stare at me through the mirror and chuckles.“What’s the matter, Peyton? Getting bored of your trophy boyfriends already?" She pauses to smooth her hair, her smile not reaching her eyes. "Don't tell me they aren't entertaining enough for you.”She leans into the word "boyfriends" like she’s trying to twist a knife. Poor thing. She thinks she’s playing with my feelings, but she’s barely scratching the surface.She's the one suffering. Not me.“Hiding it won't make you tough, Esme. It just makes you stupid,” I say, leaning against the cold marble.Her jaw clenches, but she holds that neutral, porcelain-doll expression. “Hiding what, exactly?”“What’s your deal with Arlo, anyway?” I push, watching her reflection closely. “A man with a destructive ego like that wouldn't usually choose someone like you. I used to think you two might be compatible, but I’m starting to reevaluate that.”That did it.I see the

  • Deadly Game With My Husband's Brothers    107: Esme in the background

    ~~PEYTON~~We make our way to the VIP table right by the stage, and let me tell you, the walk there is like navigating a minefield of judging eyes.We pass by Arlo, and the way he looks at me... it’s not just a glance. It’s a slow, burning stare that feels like it’s peeling my skin and bursting holes in my body.I don't get why he hates me so much. It's not like we know each other that well. Is that how people easily hate?I instinctively lean closer to Raphael, trying to shake the creepy look. But it only gets worse.I see them—Quinn and Esme.Quinn looks bored, but Esme? She doesn’t even spare me a glance. She’s looking right through me as if I’m part of the wallpaper.I try to act like it doesn't bother me—I’m a sassy, unbothered woman, right?—but to be honest, it hurts. Her blatant snubs always do.It’s that subtle reminder that to people like her, I’m just a temporary glitch in her life.“Esme or Arlo, which of their stares bothers you?” I blink, looking up to find Axel watching

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