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110 — A MOMENT OF WEAKNESS.
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Dear Ex-husband, My Stepbrother is Your Replacement. 115 — MOMMY, I AM DISAPPOINTED…
ASTRIDZara scratches her head. I am ninety percent sure that she can sense the desperation in my question. My kids are smart like that.Next, she cups my face with her chubby palms. Then she leans forward and presses a soft, soft kiss to my forehead.That kiss does something to me that I can barely explain. My heart is suddenly full to the point of bursting. Tears prick my eyes, threatening to fall at any moment.“You will always be enough, mommy. Always. No one will ever take your place.”Be still my heart. “Thank you, baby. Now you’re gonna make me cry.” I whisper as she pats my cheek.“You can cry.” Zara declares. “Tears do not make us weak. They’re a record of all the times we were forced to be strong.”I remember saying those exact same words to Zoya when other kids constantly bullied her at school. I always make sure to teach my kids that strength is not a total substitute for weakness. Even the strongest soldiers have cried at least once. “Zoey and I do not really want a d
Dear Ex-husband, My Stepbrother is Your Replacement. 114 — MOMMY, I HAVE A CONFESSION…
SILVAN.I pace to the huge windows of my office, anger and amusement running through my bloodstream in equal measure as Michael coughs and splutters behind me.“Sir, Ms. Machiavelli burned the marriage contract.” “It would seem so.” Poor Michael sounds shocked as hell and short of breath.Welcome to the damn club. It appears I am obsessed with a crazy woman.I have been in business for fifteen years, confronted the most powerful business men in the industry, dined with snakes and scorpions. But I must say, I am yet to meet another human being as stubborn and creative at getting on my nerves as Astrid Machiavelli.Every time I believe she’s finally in my trap, the feisty little minx unveils a new strategy that leaves me utterly floored.I sent her a marriage agreement and she returned charred papers tucked neatly in the bloody envelope. The damn ashes nearly choked my assistant to death. God, it’s almost laughable. And it makes my cock so fucking hard.I noticed she was limping af
Dear Ex-husband, My Stepbrother is Your Replacement. 113 — ROUGH, ROUGH PLEASURE…
ASTRIDSilvan is merciless while chasing his pleasure. And his arrogant smirk makes it clear that he relishes every moment of it. Just a minute later and I am already breathless. A slimy mixture of saliva and pre-cum coats my arm and face, dripping down my chin and wetting my bare chest. My throat is already sore and screaming for relief.But Silvan doesn’t stop. He holds my head in place, sliding his wet shaft down my throat until my neck bulges with his thickness. But instead of fear, his roughness fills me with an exhilarating feeling that I cannot describe.“You take me so well, angel. Fuck, I could do this all day…”Right then, I come to the conclusion that maybe, just maybe, I love being treated like a whore.His tiny groans hit the air with a firm, quiet rhythm. When I lick the length of his shaft and he stiffens with bliss, a heady sense of power takes over my entire body.“That’s it, angel.” He growls, massaging my scalp. “Suck it like you want it. Mmh!”Tears stream down m
Dear Ex-husband, My Stepbrother is Your Replacement. 112 — MERCILESS SILVAN
ASTRIDDon’t ask me if I’m thinking straight. I’m not. All that runs through my brain is how deliciously plump and utterly kissable Silvan’s lips are looking at the moment.It’s like a forbidden fruit — bright red and tempting. The more I command myself to stay away, the harder I crave him.So I am definitely not thinking straight when I lean closer and frame his face with my palm. My brain has definitely turned to a pile of mush when I do the unthinkable and press my lips to his. His reaction is immediate. Silvan stiffens, his fingers digging into the skin of my waist, searing my skin.The air turns thick with sexual tension. In the distance, the clock ticks slowly, counting down the seconds to my doom.But do I pull back? Absolutely not.Silvan tastes like sin and expensive wine… and I cannot seem to get enough.This is the first time I have initiated a kiss between us. But instead of being shy and nervous, I am hungry and desperate.I sink my fingers into his soft curls and plast
Dear Ex-husband, My Stepbrother is Your Replacement. 111 — SILVAN, THE GRIM REAPER…
ASTRIDBut Silvan’s weakness only lasts for a moment. A few seconds later, he’s stepping back, his jaw locking into place. I feel a sharp sting of rejection the moment his expression becomes shuttered, closing whatever door was open between us.Once again, he’s shutting me out. Once again, he’s making it clear that he doesn’t want to share his vulnerable moments with me.And that’s okay… because I’m not giving up.The pain in his eyes was too real, too visceral to ignore. I will find out what happened, even if I have to pry it out of him with a damn wrench.I watch silently as he places a plate in front of me and arches one brow.“Are you going to eat it or not?” He asks, sounding like a petulant teenager.My lips twitch with a smile that I hide behind a big glass of orange juice. “Do I have a choice?” I inquire, taking a tiny bite of the pot roast.A tiny, heavenly bite.My eyes slide shut and I hum my satisfaction as the delicious burst of flavours dance on my tongue.When I open
Dear Ex-husband, My Stepbrother is Your Replacement. 110 — A MOMENT OF WEAKNESS.
ASTRID“…I might actually think you like me.”Caught. Once again.At this point, I might as well give up and ogle the man openly; he obviously possesses magical powers that senses my gaze even with his back turned.I clear my throat, trying to sound firm and in control when in truth, my heart is a galloping mess and my panties are wet from very immoral causes.“Your elevator. I cannot access it and I need to leave.”“Mm-hmm.”I kid you not, that is all he says.I wait, tapping my left foot impatiently and mentally wringing my fingers, waiting for more.Silvan glides around the kitchen like a lithe merman, setting mouth watering food on the Calacatta marble counter with utter concentration. The man is too sexy for his own good.I have no bloody idea if he’s trying to seduce me, but I’m afraid I am a hair’s breadth away from collapsing on the damn floors, opening my legs wide and telling — no, begging — him to do with me as he pleases. Preferably in a way that brings leg-quivering orga
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