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92. GRAYSON DESPISE LIAM
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MY BROTHER-IN-LAW 108. LITTLE SL*T
CAISEN VALENTINE'S POV"Caisen... Caisen, please..."God, it was beautiful.His voice wrecked, his body trembling, his eyes wet and wild.I pushed him further, my fingers plunging in and out of him, thumb teasing the sensitive rim as I kissed down his throat.He was gasping now, shameless little whimpers tumbling from his lips between his begging, his moans of my name growing louder, rawer, sweeter."That's right," I murmured into his skin, curling my fingers just to watch his back arch. "Good little slut. Beg for it."His whole body jerked when I added a fourth finger, stretching him so wide he couldn't even speak anymore—just helpless cries of Caisen, Caisen, Caisen until it sounded more like prayer than surrender.And when I felt him tighten and quake beneath me, I leaned close, lips brushing his ear, and whispered:"You were made for me to break."My fingers slid out of him with a wet sound that made him shiver.He whimpered at the loss, hips lifting pathetically, already trying t
MY BROTHER-IN-LAW 106. LITTLE MOTH
CAISEN VALENTINE'S POVMy hands are graved into his hips — no, carved, like I'm trying to etch my name into his very bones. His skin is flushed, bare, slick under my palms as I drag him closer, closer, until there's nothing between us. Nothing but heat and teeth and rage and need.We're on the bed, naked, tangled, violent — kissing like the world is already ash and all we have left is this. Him. Conrad William. My beautiful, doomed obsession.I'm pressing him down, swallowing his breath as he claws at my shoulders. My teeth find his throat and I bite until he gasps — that perfect sound — and then I suck, hard, leaving a hickey so dark it looks like my mark of ownership. Because that's what it is. Mine.I lick the bruise before it even blooms fully, tease the skin with my tongue just to hear him hiss my name. He's trying to fight it — his pride, his shame, the part of him that still thinks he can deny me — but I feel it in his hips, the way they grind back against me when he thinks I'm
MY BROTHER-IN-LAW 105. BURN ME
CONRAD WILLIAM'S POVTwo nights later, I'm in my room.The air smells faintly of smoke, even though I showered twice. Every time I close my eyes, I see his face — and the fire — superimposed on each other like some sick hallucination.I am relying on drugs to survive his cruel absence.I've been waiting for him to come to me. To burst in here. To drag me out by my throat, slam me against a wall, and scream what the fuck I was thinking.But instead — silence.The more I wait, the heavier it gets.I sit on the floor of my living room, knees drawn to my chest, staring at my phone lying on the carpet in front of me. Like it might start ringing if I just stare hard enough.At some point, I mutter under my breath:"Come on. Just fucking come already. Hit me. Kill me. Anything. Just don't..."...Don't leave me like this.And then — sometime past midnight — there's a knock on my door.No. Not a knock. A single, slow thud.I freeze. My pulse spikes so fast it makes my vision blur.I rise to
MY BROTHER-IN-LAW 104. THREE WEEKS LATER
CONRAD WILLIAM'S POVIt's been three weeks since that night.Three weeks since I tried to hit that twat in the middle of the road, with the faint smell of burnt rubber in the air and Caisen's smirk burned into my retinas through the rearview mirror. He didn't even stop. Just watched me from far as I stumbled back onto the accelerator, chest heaving, fingers still trembling with the sick cocktail of jealousy and adrenaline that had left me half feral.And then— Nothing.No messages. No calls. Not even his shadow.It was almost funny at first—this absurd silence from a man who seemed to take up every corner of my life until now. His absence was a contradiction, a puzzle that didn't make sense. Every time my phone buzzed at 2 a.m., I expected it to be him, calling me to some dingy motel room or slamming my back into some wall just because he could.But it was never him.I stared at my phone for hours at my office today, ignoring the spreadsheets that needed approval, ignoring the way
MY BROTHER-IN-LAW 103. PLAY STATION
LIAM MILLER'S POV"What the hell are you doing in my backseat, princess?" he asked, his tone dripping mockery.I cleared my throat and straightened, trying to regain what little dignity I could while crouched in his car."I... uh. Just... waiting for you."His brow rose. "In the backseat. Of my car. Like a rat.""Yes?" I offered, hoping my fake confidence would somehow redeem me.But that smirk of his only widened."What are you really doing in the villa? Hiding in my car? Planning to hotwire it? Run away? Plant a bomb?" he mused aloud, eyes on the road as if he was listing groceries.I scoffed. "No.""Mm. Then start talking."I blinked. "Talking about what?"He tilted his head just enough to pin me with a look. "You're lying to me, brat. If you don't tell me the truth in the next thirty seconds, I'm taking a U-turn and driving straight back to Grayson. And I'll let him deal with you. He's... less patient."That actually did terrify me.I swallowed. "...Fine.""Go on."I sighed, colla
MY BROTHER-IN-LAW 102. MADAM
LIAM MILLER'S POVI stepped into Grayson Pittman's villa like a storm in stilettos — well, metaphorically — and as expected, a damn procession of servants lined up like obedient little ducks to greet me.One by one, they bowed slightly, murmuring soft welcomes, as though I were royalty and not the prisoner of circumstance that Grayson's sadistic little game made me.At the end of the line stood an old lady, stern but oddly warm. She stepped forward, hands folded and introduced herself."I am Ratna, head house help, madam."I stopped dead, my eyebrow arching high enough to scrape heaven."Madam?" I repeated, my voice dripping with disbelief."Yes," she said, unruffled. "You are Grayson sir's wife, so you will be madam of this house."The words hung there, absurd and suffocating all at once.My lips curled into a bitter smile as I took a step closer to her."I'm sorry, Ratna," I began, slow and deliberate, "but calling me madam is not only wrong, it's borderline homophobic. I'm a man. A
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