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Sixty Two
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2026-04-05 20:34:39
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Craving the Wrong Brother Seventy
IsabelI had other ideas in mind as Desmond was driving us home, but now I was nestled in his arms, two glasses of wine by our side, while we stared at the sunset.“Growing up, I always really believed I could count on my family. Somehow though, my family ended up teaching me to not count on anyone.”He rubbed my arms softly and warmth spread through me as he placed a kiss on my forehead.“It can be like that.”Raising my head, I met his eyes. “Tell me something about your family, I know Eunice is not your birth mum and that's probably why you both have a strained relationship.”A strained silence followed my question. It felt like I overstepped my boundaries and I almost apologized, instead I chose to stay comfortably in the silence.If our relationship was going to be something more, overstepping such boundaries should be allowed.“My mum died under very mysterious circumstances.” I held my breath as he began speaking. “One day, she suddenly became sick, and my father's secretary at
Craving the Wrong Brother Sixty Nine
Desmond's POV“I have a task for you,” I arched my brow and she shook her head, “request is a better term.”“You had to wait till she was out of the room?”“Yes. I'd rather she doesn't hear of this.”There was a certain vulnerability in her eyes that made me willing to hear her out, it was not a guarantee I would do whatever it was she requested.“If it in any way puts Isabel at risk or at a disadvantage, I will not do it.”“I would never wish to harm my granddaughter.” She looked insulted that I would insinuate something like that, “I understand why you would assume that, but I do not want to hurt Isabel, however, if you keep digging into the Welsh family and the company. What you will find is bound to hurt her.”I shrugged my eyebrows. Was this her way of expertly trying to put an end to the investigation?“She deserves to know what actually happened.”“There is a reason some things are kept a secret. What she will find will…”“So you do know what happened and what has been happenin
Craving the Wrong Brother Sixty Eight
I had to mentally remind myself to place one leg after the other when we got to the Villa. Desmond wrapped a steady arm on my waist, and pulled me close to him. The warmth of him surrounded me and I exhaled softly.“Are you that scared of your grandmother?”“When you see her you'll understand.”To prove me right, the sound of a cane tapping against the floor echoed around the room, a sharp contrast to the previous serene of the room.“You are late,” her voice rang out, sharp. “Why?”I stared at her full lips coated in a very dark shade of red, those lips were the object of my nightmares for a very long time. Any other day, she rarely wore lipstick, and if she did, it was always a light shade of pink, but today, like every other day she chooses to handle business, her lips were dark red.Inhaling deeply, I raised my eyes to meet hers and the second they did, I exhaled.“We came as fast as we could, Grandma.”Her eyes swept over me, studying every inch of me, it even felt like her pierc
Craving the Wrong Brother Sixty Seven
Desmond's POVIsabel dashed out from the bed and not long after that, I heard her throwing up her guts. I rushed to the bathroom and held her hair up, patting her back as she retched into the toilet.Lifting her off the floor. I washed her face before I took her back to the bedroom. She laid on the bed tossing from one side to the other, clutching onto her stomach.“I should learn to follow the crowd,” she grunted out, and if not for how worried I was, I would have laughed. “Take it easy, the drugs will be here soon.”“Help me up”I was immediately by her side, trying to help her sit up, but then she grabbed me by the collar. “You should have eaten those Kebabs with me. Why did you let me eat it alone? I'm suffering alone now.”“Well, I get to take care of you now. Both of us writhing on the bed would have been disastrous.”She opened her mouth like she was going to say something, but she only groaned. Her hold on me tightened, cutting off my air supply for a brief moment, then she l
Craving the Wrong Brother Sixty Six
We lingered in the gallery, fingers intertwined and a permanent grin on our faces. The art hanging on the wall seemed more alive than before, and I found myself appreciating whatever story inspired the creation of such arts.“Is there anything else you want to do tonight?”“Apart from going home and having you fill me up?” He breathed out a laugh, pulled me in by the waist and placed a soft kiss on my temple.“Yes,” he said, eyes twinkling with mischief, “something not so tiring because you will need your energy for later.”His face buried in between my legs, tongue flicking against my clit, edging me to my orgasm, came to mind. I pressed my thighs together, applying pressure to my core. I couldn't seem to think of anything else but both of us tangled up in bed together, marking every spot in our bodies till the sun rises and falls again.His body pressed so intimately against mine wasn't making it any easier for the warmth and tension shooting straight to my core. The urge to say,
Craving the Wrong Brother Sixty Five
We had a light breakfast or rather Desmond forced me to eat before we left for whatever it was that Desmond had planned.“You are driving us?” I asked, looking around for the driver in case he was running late, but Desmond nodded. “You know your way around Berlin?”“It's the 21st century, digital maps exist, and I've been here a lot for business. U bent in veilige handen" (You are in safe hands.)"Spreek je Nederlands?" (You speak Dutch?” "Beledig me niet door zo verbaasd te reageren." (Don't insult me by looking so surprised)My lips spread into the biggest grin and it was safe to say that my attraction towards him seemed to quadruple.He gave a mock bow, then pulled open the car door for me. “Stap in, mevrouw. We willen niet te laat komen.” (Get in, ma’am. We don't want to be late.” "Bedankt" (Thank you)My eyes remained pinned on him, watching through the mirror as he circled to the driver's seat. He put on his seat belt, started the car, and was about to drive off when he glanc
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