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061: Who's boring whom?

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💋 PEYTON 💋

The villa is everything!!

A private pool that overlooked the ocean and a staff member who seemed to materialize out of thin air to offer me a chilled drink.

My luggage, along with Axel’s, had already been placed in the massive walk-in closet. The room was aggressively romantic: saffron-colored silk runners draped across the king-sized bed, fresh rose petals scattered on the duvet. It smelled faintly of sandalwood and very expensive regret.

“You’ll take the guest bathroom,” he stated, already unbuttoning his shirt. “I’m not waiting for you to complete your full skincare ritual. I’ll be out in fifteen.”

I don't answer, utterly distracted by how painfully slow he's taking off that shirt, or is it just my eyes playing it in slow motion?

He tossed the shirt away and strode into the bathroom without a glance. Again.

Okay, this is killing me. Axel used to be funny and fun, and now he’s starting to sound like grumpy Raphael.

Axel is in the shower. The only thing separating
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  • Deadly Game With My Husband's Brothers    BONUS CHAPTER

    PEYTON Waking up, my first thought is that I have officially aged sixty years overnight. Every single muscle fiber in my body wants me to quit. It takes effort to lift a pinky finger, let alone move my entire lead-weighted body as if I wrestled a very persistent, very attractive octopus. I see Axel, sleeping diagonally across the bed like he owns the whole damn mattress, head facing the ceiling, arms flung apart like a triumphant starfish. So peaceful. So utterly unaware of the damage he inflicts on anyone sharing space with him. I snort, fighting a laugh. I didn't know he was like this. Maybe he's just tired. Then I look at Raphael. That one's something else. He’s perfectly still, sheets tucked around his waist, one arm neatly beside his head. Even his hair looks meticulously styled. Couldn't he be a little bit goofy? A little less
 organized? His sleep looks like a silent stakeholder meeting, and the only thing missing is a suit. It’s almost sad. I carefully crawl over

  • Deadly Game With My Husband's Brothers    085: Say my name.

    ~~PEYTON~~I feel like I'm having a seizure. The orgasm has subsided, but it still feels like I'm going to explode; my core is still dripping, needy, and exposed as air slaps my clit, sending tiny, shocking jolts through my nerves that make me gasp.Raphael wraps his arms around me again, pulling us up so I'm sitting against his chest, my back flush against his hard torso. He uses the sheet to tuck me in quickly, treating me like a precious, fragile doll.Axel takes Raphael's vacated position without a word, swinging his legs over the side of the bed and sitting on the edge.He lifts a brow. “This isn't the plan.”“I know. Just feeling generous,” Raphael scoffs as Axel scoffs back.“Don't regret it.”I groan, still recovering from whatever they did to me. “Can you two just get this over with? You ruined my orgasm.”More like made it better, but I'm not admitting that.I gasp, feeling large hands cupping my tits, shooting out from the thin fabric.“Be patient, little runner,” he says w

  • Deadly Game With My Husband's Brothers    084: Decide faster

    ~~PEYTON~~⚠ WARNING! ⚠ **TRIGGERS**MFM Threesome Anal Sex (F/M) Delayed Orgasm Dubious Consent / Dominance Play Verbal Degradation / Intense Possessiveness Pain Infliction Gagging and Choking ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~The kiss is anything but gentle. It's hard, possessive in a blatant way, like he's drinking me in while Raphael watches—and he is watching. I can feel the movement of Raphael's head on the pillow beneath me as he tracks every single ruthless movement of Axel's mouth while busily slipping his hand under my dress, pulling it above my abdomen.Axel is at it, taking over my pants, hooking a finger around them, and yanking them off my hips.I raise my hips to help him clear the material, then kick my legs up, using my foot to fully slip the panties off my ankles and fling them onto the floor.I'm still flat on my back, pressed against his body, feeling every inch of him. His broad chest, his torso, the huge rise between his thighs..It's poking me

  • Deadly Game With My Husband's Brothers    082: Permission to be jealous. Fight for me. No holding back.

    ~~PEYTON~~Who would have thought two hot men would block my door and trap me in my bedroom?At first, we were in the living room, teasing, talking, giving red-light flirting, and making my cheek burn.God, Raphael? He's something else.And Axel? Sometimes he's cute, and most times he's just pure danger. That makes my heart want to leap out of my ribs.They are standing shoulder-to-shoulder, filling the frame. Their tall bodies push me back, pinning me against the wall. Raphael's left hand is splayed on the wall above my head, and Axel is by my side, leaning on the wall.All eyes on me.I bite my lips, fiddling with my hips, rubbing my thighs together to cool the heat pooling up in, you know where.If this is their idea of foreplay, it's cruel. Cruel, but effective. Every nerve ending is screaming, aching for them to stop looking and start touching. I can’t breathe, and the anticipation is killing me. I need them to move; I need their hands to break this tension and give me the rush I

  • Deadly Game With My Husband's Brothers    082: Translate

    ~~PEYTON~~“Okay, show's over, guys."I try to twist out of Raphael's grip, but he tightens it, his breath hot against my ear. Axel is standing so close I can feel the heat radiating off him, his furious energy vibrating the air."Little runner, you are not moving," Raphael growls against my hair. “Until you explain yourself. Who's that neighbor?""Yeah, about that," I say, craning my neck to glare at him. "You just used me as a shield and a prop for your stupid tough-guy show. I open the door, and suddenly you two are a team? That’s rich."Axel finally looks away from the door, and his green eyes lock onto mine—softer than Raphael's, but just as intense. "That guy was checking you out like a piece of meat.""He was flirting with me, Axel. That’s what normal people do." I push harder against Raphael's arm. "He wasn't armed, he wasn't yelling, and he wasn't punching anyone. The danger in this apartment is usually you two."I finally manage to wiggle free of Raphael's hold and turn to f

  • Deadly Game With My Husband's Brothers    081: Sorry, who are you?

    ~~RAPHEAL~~I wake up, and the first thing I see is a pair of furious green eyes glaring down at me.Before I can process that Axel—my idiot brother—is straddling me in Peyton's bed, I receive a sharp punch right across my jaw. The sound is like a gunshot in the cramped space. My head whips to the side, spitting blood and annoyance."What the hell, Axel?" I rub my jaw, sucking in a deep breath. "Subtle. Did you run out of knuckles, or is that all the charm you have left?"Axel doesn't even blink. He is vibrating with subtle rage, pointing a finger at me. "Don't you dare give me that witty crap, Raphael! I know it! I know when your phone goes straight to voicemail that you found her and ditched me. You had the tracking code, you piece of filth! I've been driving around this dead-end town for two hours, and you were up here not answering the door.""Well, forgive me if I'm not prioritizing a house call from the one brother who consistently misses the point."I try to push him away; he d

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