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CHAPTER SIXTY EIGHT

مؤلف: Rosie
last update آخر تحديث: 2026-01-17 20:19:09
Ian’s POV

I’m dying to taste those lips. Felicia is fucking beautiful. Always has been. She actually believed she could walk out of my life and take her heart with her. That delusion turned her into the perfect thing to hunt.

Other women were easy. Too easy. They bored me the second they stopped fighting. Felicia never stops. Even now—naked, spread-eagled, black silk ropes binding her wrists and ankles to the four posts—she still has that defiant set to her jaw. Legs trembling from how long I’ve kept her like this. Chest rising and falling too fast. She’s exhausted, but the fire hasn’t gone out. It just flickers lower.

My heart is slamming against my ribs. My cock is so hard it’s painful. I don’t understand the heat spreading through my chest. This isn’t the usual win. This is… heavier. Hungrier.

I’m standing, one hand braced on the post, just watching. Her head is turned to the side, hair tangled and damp with sweat, but her teeth are still clenched around the strip of leathe
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  • You’re supposed to be my Brother Inlaw   CHAPTER SIXTY EIGHT

    Ian’s POV I’m dying to taste those lips. Felicia is fucking beautiful. Always has been. She actually believed she could walk out of my life and take her heart with her. That delusion turned her into the perfect thing to hunt. Other women were easy. Too easy. They bored me the second they stopped fighting. Felicia never stops. Even now—naked, spread-eagled, black silk ropes binding her wrists and ankles to the four posts—she still has that defiant set to her jaw. Legs trembling from how long I’ve kept her like this. Chest rising and falling too fast. She’s exhausted, but the fire hasn’t gone out. It just flickers lower. My heart is slamming against my ribs. My cock is so hard it’s painful. I don’t understand the heat spreading through my chest. This isn’t the usual win. This is… heavier. Hungrier. I’m standing, one hand braced on the post, just watching. Her head is turned to the side, hair tangled and damp with sweat, but her teeth are still clenched around the strip of leathe

  • You’re supposed to be my Brother Inlaw   CHAPTER SIXTY SEVEN

    "I'm not done with you," he murmured, his voice a low growl that sent fresh sparks through my veins. There was an edge to it now, something darker, more possessive than before. I twisted slightly to look at him, but he held me firm, his cock already stirring against my ass, half-hard and insistent."Richard..." I whispered, a mix of exhaustion. We'd just fucked like animals—me cuffed and screaming his name but the hunger in his eyes told me he had more in store.He didn't respond with words. Instead, he rolled out of bed, his naked form silhouetted against the moonlight filtering through the glass. His muscles flexed as he moved to the dresser across the room, pulling open a hidden drawer I hadn't noticed before. The soft clink of toys made my pulse quicken. He returned with a handful of items, two dildos—one thick and veined like his cock, the other slimmer with a curved tip for hitting deep spots—and a full-length mirror propped on a stand. He set the mirror at the foot of the bed,

  • You’re supposed to be my Brother Inlaw   CHAPTER SIXTY SIX

    A gentle shake pulled me from my sleep. My eyes fluttered open to find Richard hovering above me. "Eva," he whispered, his voice low and rough, laced with that commanding edge that always sent a shiver down my spine. "Wake up, baby. I need you."I blinked, disoriented, the clock on the nightstand reading 2:17 AM. "Richard? What's wrong?" My voice was thick with sleep."Nothing's wrong," he murmured, leaning down to brush his lips against my ear. His breath was hot, stirring the fine hairs on my neck. "I just couldn't sleep without being inside you again. You're too fucking tempting, even in your sleep." His hand slid under the sheet, fingers tracing the curve of my hip, dipping lower to cup my ass. I gasped softly, arching into his touch instinctively.He chuckled, a dark, hungry sound. "That's it. Feel how hard you make me?" He guided my hand to the front of his boxers, where his cock strained against the fabric, thick and insistent. I wrapped my fingers around him through the thin

  • You’re supposed to be my Brother Inlaw   CHAPTER SIXTY FIVE

    His lips crash against mine and I melt into him, my fingers tangling in his hair as his tongue slips past my teeth, exploring my mouth. The taste of him makes my head spin. He backs me up step by step, our bodies pressed tight, until the edge of the bed hits the back of my knees.Richard breaks the kiss just long enough to growl, "You're driving me insane in this shirt." His hands grip the hem, yanking it up over my head. Cool air hits my bare skin, my nipples hardening instantly under his gaze. He stares at my boobs, full and heavy, as if he's seeing them for the first time. "Fuck, Eva, you're perfect."I arch my back, offering myself to him, a soft moan escaping my lips when his palms cup my breasts. His thumbs circle my nipples, teasing them into tight peaks before he pinches lightly, sending jolts of pleasure straight to my core. I gasp, my pussy already aching with need, wetness pooling between my thighs. "Richard... touch me more."He doesn't need telling twice. Lowering his he

  • You’re supposed to be my Brother Inlaw   CHAPTER SIXTY FOUR

    Eva’s POVThe penthouse is quiet this morning. I stand at the glass with my coffee, wearing one of Richard’s shirts.The penthouse is Richard’s—or ours, as he insists on calling it. He bought it for us after the divorce was finalized, said he wanted us to start fresh.My phone buzzes on the counter. A news alert about some tech company merger. I swipe it away without reading and open Facebook instead, a habit I can’t quite break when I see it.Jake died in a car accident. I scroll through the comments on the memorial post Jake’s mother made. Hundreds of them, all variations of “so tragic” and “gone too soon” and “he was such a good person.”Something about it doesn’t sit right with me. Ian sold our house two weeks after Jake died and then he bought a condo across town. Felicia also suddenly disappeared from social media.I click over to Ian’s profile. He’s never been much of a poster, but there’s a photo from a month ago. A view from a balcony I don’t recognize, caption reading “New b

  • You’re supposed to be my Brother Inlaw   CHAPTER SIXTY THREE

    Felicia’s POV I’m curled up on the couch with Kyle, unable to sleep again, when Ian emerges from his room in sweatpants and a t-shirt, his hair disheveled. “Can’t sleep either?” he asks. I shake my head. Ian crosses to the kitchen without asking, and I hear him moving around, opening cabinets, the clink of glass. He returns with two tumblers of amber liquid. “Whiskey,” he says, handing me one. “My dad’s solution to everything. Figured it might help.” I shouldn’t drink. The whiskey burns going down, and I cough. Ian sits beside me, close enough that I can feel his warmth. “You know what I miss?” he says after a moment. “Music. Real music, played loud enough to feel it in your chest. When’s the last time you actually listened to music?” “Come on.” He sets his glass down and pulls me to my feet. Kyle protests as I disturb him, jumping off the couch with an indignant meow. Ian disappears into his room and returns with a bluetooth speaker. His phone connects, and suddenly th

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