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095: Just pleasure
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Deadly Game With My Husband's Brothers 096: Ex card
~~PEYTON~~Shit, I fell asleep.That wasn't the plan. I was supposed to go eight more rounds, get eight more aggressive orgasms until I faint and Raphael goes numb so he doesn't have to go to the office today.But my fucking body quit on me. That was the goal though—to be so physically ruined that I can't think, can't feel, can't remember a single thing about the mess my life has become.But it happens too fast.I’m staring at the ceiling of Raphael’s bedroom, the morning light of dawn filtering through the curtains.My body feels heavy, like it’s made of lead. There’s a dull ache between my thighs and a strange, lingering tightness in my stomach that makes me want to curl into a ball.I’ve never felt this drained after a session, not even with the two of them working in tandem.I try to shift, but I’m pinned. To my left, Raphael is there, his arm draped possessively over my waist even in sleep like he's trying to glue himself to me.This cuteness is becoming something else.And to my
Deadly Game With My Husband's Brothers 095: Just pleasure
~~PEYTONThis is exactly what I need. Not conversation, not comfort, not another damned question about who I'll choose.Just this.This obliterating presence. This fierce, single-minded focus that leaves no room for the crashing meteorite of my thoughts.Just pleasure.Every nerve ending is alive, humming as he slides his hand between my legs in the water, pushing the dress up and out of the way.There's this electric current running from the tips of my toes to the roots of my hair, tightening every muscle, making my entire body hyper-aware of every sensation.He pulls me closer still, if that’s even possible, and the pressure is just perfect.I feel him. All of him.His cock aims for me, agonizingly sliding through my hole. I arch into him, rushing the process. I need him fast. Maybe a bit too desperate.But the twin? They have a PhD in teasing that can become frustrating at times and makes me want to claw at their throats.But I have to admit it sometimes makes the orgasms twice as
Deadly Game With My Husband's Brothers 094: Are you ovulating?
~~RAPHAEL~~The steam is so thick I can barely see the far wall of the bathroom. It clings to my skin, heavy and damp, but the punishing heat of the water is the only thing currently cutting through the ache in my bones.It’s been a hell of a week—back-to-back meetings, crisis management, and the kind of mental gymnastics that make my head throb.I lean my head back against the tub, closing my eyes.Even here, in the silence, her voice is the only thing echoing in my skull.Grumpy. It's a sound that makes me start laughing for no reason.She sounded like she wanted to fight the entire world and then sleep for a century. It’s a mood I know well, but it leaves a tightness in my chest.I hate when I can't be there to actually pull her into my arms and let her—Click.My eyes snap open.I whip my head to the door.There’s the sound of the door handle, then this controlled rhythm of footsteps on the tile.I frown, sitting up slowly as the water ripples around my chest. We have security, an
Deadly Game With My Husband's Brothers 093: Fuck society
~~PEYTON~~“Odin, you sure you’re not making a mistake? Maybe you meant to call Kira or someone else? I don't get why you’d be calling this number.”"No mistake, Peyton. I called you because Kira and I are getting engaged soon—next week, actually. And you’re invited."I scoff, rolling my eyes so hard they almost hurt. Why are you telling me this? It's not like this is important for me to come."I know it's weird," he continues, sounding annoyingly sincere. "But I think our past should be buried, and for my conscience’s sake, I needed to call you personally."I roll my eyes again, muttering under my breath. "Good luck with your new marriage and congratulations. Please don't call this number again. How did you even get it?""I remember.""What?""I remember everything. A few days ago, memories started coming back, and when I saw you at the dinner, it sparked something in me, and I wanted to..."I cut him off, my voice sharp. "Uh, if you don't mind I—”"Peyton, wait," his voice rises. "I
Deadly Game With My Husband's Brothers 092: Unknown number
~~PEYTON~~"But I'm still your mother," Esme says, holding her head high even though her eyes are darting everywhere. "And I don't need to justify myself to anyone.""You have a daughter. Esme, when were you gonna tell me?" Arlo cuts in. I notice the tension in his face, how he's trying hard not to lose his temper.Even Quinn is stunned, scoffing in disbelief, eyes darting between Esme and me as if checking for the resemblance. But, of course, I'm my father's daughter; we don't look too alike, except for the brunette hair, which I've taken care of. Esme takes a sharp breath. "I didn't tell you because… I… I was too ashamed to bring it up."Rage, hot and blinding, slams into me at that word.Ashamed? That's a flat lie. And the way she says it so quietly makes it feel like she really means it, like she has any remorse.I quickly suppress the heat, shrugging off her fake guilt. Esme doesn't feel shame. She is incapable of feeling guilty about anything she has done. This is just damage c
Deadly Game With My Husband's Brothers 091: Was
~~PEYTON~~This is insane.I recognize the place, unfortunately. Raphael and Axel, in their infinite wisdom, had insisted on bringing me here for some god-awful seven-course dinner a few days ago, the one with Arlo nagging about the brothers' sex life like they were his sixteen-year-old teenagers.And now it seems ridiculous to be back here, the place where my anger came crashing down just by remembering Esme existed.Why am I here? What am I expecting exactly?Well, I'll know the answer to those questions when I see her goddamn face.I press the call button on the intercom, my thumb shaking slightly. The buzz echoes in the ridiculous silence.A woman’s voice, cool and slightly accented, answers. "Yes?""I'm here to see Esme," I say, trying to keep the anger out of my voice.There is a pause. I can feel the silence stretching, judging me."And who should I say is calling?""Peyton," I snap, the politeness finally cracking. "Peyton. Just tell her I'm here."Another beat of silence, the
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