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20 — THE MACHIAVELLI FAMILY
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Dear Ex-husband, My Stepbrother is Your Replacement. 164 — ORGASMS AND DAYDREAMS.
ASTRIDWe settle into a slow rhythm, my face buried in Silvan’s chest while his fingers grab my buttocks, lifting and thrusting my quivering pussy on his cock like I weigh nothing.“So tight,” he moans, “so wet. You’re just perfect for me, Angel.”I let out an incompressible mewl and bite my bottom lip harder when he hits my cervix for the umpteenth time in the past five minutes.The atmosphere is heated with the flames of our chemistry; and the squelching sounds of wet flesh slapping against wet flesh bounce across the room. The strong, heady scent of sex hangs thick in the air. Sixty seconds later, I’m ready to explode.I grow restless on Silvan’s lap, angling my pussy to take more of his slippery cock. Soft, vanilla sex was never my preference. I love it hard and bordering on painful.Sensing what I want, Silvan buries himself to the hilt and rolls his hips, grinding his groin across my sensitive labia. Hot, thirsty moans drip from my mouth like a desperate prayer. I sink my finge
Dear Ex-husband, My Stepbrother is Your Replacement. 163 — JUST LIKE THAT, BABY…
ASTRIDBeneath me, Silvan has gone stock still. His eyes are glassy as he appraises me like I’m some kind of exotic sea creature.His arms tighten around my waist and he pulls me closer, making sure there’s no iota of space between us. My breasts are squished against his chest, my nose is almost pressed to his, our lips are a hair’s breadth away from touching, my heart feels like it’s about to explode… but I wouldn’t trade this for the world. I want to remain in this cocoon forever, just us yearning for each other, loving each other…“Angel…” his voice is gruff. Almost like he’s holding back tears.His palm slips underneath my pyjamas top and an involuntary shiver wracks my frame when he splays it on my naked back. His eyes are two endless, bewitching pools of graphite, making it impossible to look away.“Listen to me very closely. Everything I do for you, I do because I love you wholeheartedly, without condition. I admit that you’re not the best with words, but everyone has their s
Dear Ex-husband, My Stepbrother is Your Replacement. 162 — I LOVE YOU, DO YOU LOVE ME?
ASTRIDPRESENT***I got off the call with Hayley thirty minutes ago and kept my eyes glued to the window, silently urging Silvan to get here quickly.When I finally heard his voice from downstairs, when I finally saw him, a thousand and one emotions slammed into me all once — relief, love, remorse…I wanted to crawl into his skin and remain there for the next few hundred years, but one look at his wet, shivering frame and I started panicking.Aunt Elena takes one long look at my face, her eyes darkening with an unreadable expression when she notices that Silvan’s left palm is firmly clasped in mine.“Are you sure about this, sweetheart?”I nod, my veins buzzing with impatience.“I can handle this. Let me handle this.”Another tense heartbeat later, she nods. Her gaze morphs from warm to freezing cold as she refocuses her attention on Silvan;“You’re a very lucky man, Mr. Rourke. But don’t think you can escape this conversation. By sunrise, we will pick up where we left off.”I turn t
Dear Ex-husband, My Stepbrother is Your Replacement. 161 — PLEASE, FORGIVE HIM.
ASTRIDThirty minutes prior…***It’s almost midnight. I should be sleeping, cozying up to the lulling sound of the rain. Instead, I’m pacing in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows like a war general, peering every two seconds at the gloomy, rain soaked streets.After Zeya’s eye opening lecture, I sent my husband a tiny text, hoping to express how much he really means to me. I realized this afternoon that unlike silvan, I do not have a way with words. I love him with every fiber of my being, but putting those feelings into words is one of the hardest things to do. He definitely read my text, but I still haven’t gotten a response. I sink my fingers into my hair, resisting the urge to pull each strand from my scalp.Silvan is a very… verbally romantic person. I cannot shake the feeling that he took one look at my ridiculous text and concluded that I wasn’t worth the effort. Now I’m left wondering if I should send another one.The shrill sound of my phone ringing shatters the silent
Dear Ex-husband, My Stepbrother is Your Replacement. 160 — SHE LOVES ME…
SILVANIt’s settled.Today is by far the shittiest day that I have ever had. It took a lot of effort to get Edward to climb back in his car and leave. And twice that effort was required to peel Hayley away from Toby’s grave.But the damage is already done. Edward’s horrible words… fuck! Once again, I was subjected to the horror of watching my best friend break to pieces… all because of him.I am so exhausted, I can feel my bones rattle with wariness. This is not just a physical, surface-level exhaustion. It goes deeper. My spirit, soul and body are crying for rest.Which is why I called Michael and had him come over to the cemetery and drive us home. If I’d gone behind that wheel, I would’ve probably driven us into an oncoming truck. Hayley is seated beside me with her eyes closed, but I lean forward and access her tired face, just to make sure she’s fine.Convinced that she’s okay, I pull out my phone and stare at the notification bar, a painful twinge blooming in my chest when I f
Dear Ex-husband, My Stepbrother is Your Replacement. 159 — SIS, YOU BETTER CALL THAT MAN.
ASTRID“Life sucks, huh?” I speak into the silence, trying and failing horribly to quell the burning pain in my chest. “I should be honeymooning right now, enjoying Jamaica with my husband. Instead, I’m stuck here, watching you do…” I flick a glance at my best friend who is currently covered head to toe in pastel watercolour, “…whatever you’re doing.”Zeya rolls her eyes. “Girl, all I want is to paint in peace.” She says absent-mindedly, slapping more paint on the disaster that is her canvas, “I let you join me because I thought you wanted to paint too.” Her lips curl in mock disdain as she glances at my blank canvas.“All you’ve done for the past three hours is bitch and moan about your man.”“Well, what else am I supposed to bitch and moan about?” I say on a huff, flopping on the Italian chair and casting a gloomy look at the vaulted ceilings. “It’s been, what, five hours since he left with Hayley? I don’t know, Zeya. I think something is wrong.”When three seconds tick by and all
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