Mag-log inChapter 22. Isadora let out an exhale she didn’t know she was holding. But her heart didn’t stop clenching. For a brief second she had thought it was her mother. But it wasn’t, and she was much grateful for that. But what she wasn’t an inch excited about was having Zavian and Damian in her room, again. A tired sigh slipped past her lips and she made to say a word, but Zavian’s anger-filled voice came in first. “What the hell are you doing here?” he groaned, slamming the door roughly and taking anger-filled steps into the room. “And why should I answer to you?” Damian asked, with a raised brow, sounding casual and unapologetic. “Because I am asking you a question,” Zavian groaned, standing in front of Damian who just stood tall and broad like an unmoving wall. “Cupcake…” Damian called, turning to Isadora, who sat on the bed tired and motionless. “What is it?” she asked, too tired to even separate them. “Tell this bastard to get the hell out of this room.” “You are the
Chapter 21. “You bastard!” Mrs. Margaret growled in anger, her face twisting into something dark and evil as she began to march into the room. Isadora’s body trembled, fear rolling into her body like the pleasure from Damian and Zavian’s hands that she was yet to contain. Her heart beat rapidly in fear, and her legs wobbled harder from the pleasure of being ruined by two brothers and the sight of her mother who was currently approaching her in rage. Regardless, Isadora stood there, draped in fear and the big polo top that Damian had handed over to her before the door opened. She was scared. Scared that her mother would ruin her for not answering when she called. In that moment, Mrs. Margaret got in front of her. “Mother…” Isadora called, but her words trailed off because the moment Mrs. Margaret got in front of her, she grabbed Isadora’s ear and twisted it hard before pulling her closer by the ear. “Ouch…” Isadora yelped, trying not to sound so pained so that Damia
Chapter 20. Isadora's legs wobbled, her heart racing rapidly within her chest. Pleasure surged into her as they worked their fingers within her pussy and clit, but what surged into her most was fear. They can't be serious; these two brothers can't be serious, because what do they mean by 'until she came, they wouldn't let go of her'? What if her mother walked in? What if her mother walked in to meet them in this state? Their fingers working in and out of her pussy. Sensation ran down her spine and her toes curled at the thoughts that should not bring her pleasure. But, damn! Something about her mother walking in on them made her knees buckle, jerking her forward. “Easy….” Damian chuckled, gripping her firmly from falling off. “Oh…” Isadora cried, her skin tingling as sensation crashed into her body like a tidal wave. “That's my girl.” Zavian groaned ecstatically, thumping his fingers harder into her messy pussy and licking gently on his lower lip while imagi
Chapter 19. Damian’s cock hardened at the sight of Isadora like this… parted trembling lips, heavy breath, rolled eyes… fucking hell! She was hot! And the hot sight stirred something dangerous within him, pushing him to say something he would never have done in 40 more years to come.“Fuck that pussy well, Zavian. I want to see her eyes roll backward while she struggles to stay still for me.” The air in the room stilled as the words rolled past his lips before he could even realize it. He didn’t know what had pushed him to say those words, but for a weird reason, it felt good.He bit back on his tongue, angry that he had spoken to his brother, yet unable to push the little tingling sensation that tugged at his stomach.While Isadora’s eyes widened in shock that Damian had spoken to Zavian, Zavian’s cock tightened, the realization that his brother had willingly spoken to him for the first time in 19 years sent an uncertain feeling into him. He didn’t know what he felt, but he refu
Chapter 18. Isadora’s pussy dripped as Damian’s hand moved to her shorts, where he hurriedly undid the button, his actions filled with urgency. Her eyes widened in clear amusement and she tried to stop them, but her pathetic attempt failed, as they bit sweetly on her nipples, streaming pleasure down as spine while simultaneously pulling her shorts off her waist. “Ohhh…” A strained moan trembled past her lips, pleasure rolling into her like fire, as the image of them fucking her wet, tight needy pussy at the same time made her give in to their actions completely. Her thighs trembled in anticipation, but she was clenching and unclenching around nothing. What a slut she was, curiously waiting for them to ruin her like the desperate cheeks that she was. Fear and pleasure rolled into her body and she knew this time that she was stupid, buckling her knees and giving them access to pull her shorts away, but her pussy was throbbing, and juices were leaking down her thighs with
Chapter 17. While Zavian kissed Isadora passionately, Damian sucked at the side of her neck, his hand moving closer to her clothed nipples. Instantly, her body stilled as his hand grazed her nipples. No. Please don’t do this, a voice in her head said, and she admitted that this was indeed wrong. That she wasn’t supposed to let them do more than kiss, that they weren’t supposed to do more than whatever it was that they were doing now. She was crazy. Yes, she knew, but they were even crazier for not getting mad like every other man would. For other men, this would have been a deal breaker, unfortunately… it was something that drove them crazier. Isadora’s stomach churned, and her mind snapped at her to pull away, but that was the last sane thought she had because Damian gripped her top by the neck, ripping it off her body and shredding it into pieces in one swift move. “Oh my goodness…” Isadora gasped as the sound of the shredding clothes filled the air, making her pussy dri







