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042: Do your thing
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Deadly Game With My Husband's Brothers 045: Do-over
~~PEYTON~~Odin came home a couple of days later, and honestly, the whole thing felt like a low-budget movie scene. No fanfare, just a nurse handing over a bag of his things and a doctor giving me a very weird talk in the hallway.Dr. Evans pulled me aside and said, "It's not your typical amnesia, like in the movies where they wake up and don't know who they are. He remembers everything: his name, his family, his job, even his childhood. It's more... selective. We call it dissociative amnesia."I just stared at her, still trying to wrap my head around it. "So... he remembers almost everything?""Exactly," she said, nodding. “The brain is a strange and protective thing. In cases of severe stress or trauma—like a near-fatal accident after a very difficult few months—it can essentially put up a mental wall. It's not a physical injury that wiped his memories, but more of a psychological defense. He's blocked out the most recent, stressful stuff. He remembers things from a few months back,
Deadly Game With My Husband's Brothers 044: Chaos
~~PEYTON~~My brain shut down, then rebooted. The last four months I wasn't even counting—the quiet house, the bills, the reckless, messy passion—all of it was built on the foundation of him being gone. And now he's back. I don't know whether to be happy, scared, or relieved.Kira smiles like she won the lottery. "His mom was beside him when he woke up, and she called me, saying you weren't picking up. Sent me a couple of errands. It's been a busy day." She holds her hand up and flexes her fingers. "You're losing your grip, Peyton; don't bother coming. It won't change anything. You aren't there when you're needed."My eyes dart to Axel. He's no longer smiling. The cold amusement has vanished, and he doesn’t look too surprised by the news or happy.Kira turns to him. “Goodbye, psychopath. Can't believe I thought you were hot the other day," she says, bumps into his shoulder, walks past him, and slams her door with a thud.And then silence.We lock eyes.“You really wanna listen to her?
Deadly Game With My Husband's Brothers 043: In our backyard
~~PEYTON~~ It rings again. Longer this time. Impatient. “Axel,” I pant, more like a panicked whimper. “Someone’s at the door.” “Then shoo them away,” he says, as if this is as straightforward as it seems. “Do you see any neighbors around? We don't have neighbors, no friends, and I didn't order anything. So it's either the police, the FBI, or a family member. Take a guess.” I snap, pushing off him. The moment my feet touch the ground, I'm scrambling around, picking up my panties and clothes in the hallway. Gripping them to my chest, I race upstairs. Five steps in, I stop and turn around. “Go hide or cover yourself. Just in case.” Axel, God bless his stubborn heart, just stood there muttering curses that sound like five languages all at once. His profanity might even scare a pirate. “Axel!” I spit, glaring daggers at him. Just as I'm about to turn and start walking, I hear the door hinges creak open. “What the hell—” Footsteps follow. “Peyton! You home? Pey—JESUS CH
Deadly Game With My Husband's Brothers 042: Do your thing
~~PEYTON~~ My body jolts like I'm being shocked, my breath rapid as I try not to stagger into my home with Axel hovering behind me. He's turning it on. He wasted no time. When we are out of the car, my thighs clench and I have to walk to the porch on shaky legs. And Axel seeing this, my helpless squirming like I'm sinking myself into a hole, is enjoying every single minute of this. He doesn't have to grin; no way anything the lopsided smile is enough. The second the door opens, my back hits the wall and Axel is all over me, his lips finding mine in a kiss that is desperate, hungry, and a little bit rough. With both hands jammed on the wall, he doesn't give me a chance to breathe, pulling me into him as if trying to merge our bodies together. The door clicks shut behind him; no lights are on, just the rays of the sun splaying from the window. His fingers hook around the hem of my pants, and with one tug, the zipper is down and the pants rustle on the floor. I'm left in nothing
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
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