All Chapters of Overwhelming Pleasure: Chapter 141 - Chapter 150

Third person POV"You are speaking as if I were the one who started it? As if I didn't try to stop you?" Sophie said, and Ryan couldn't help but scratch his hair in frustration. "How can you just end this? Is not even possible... I don't see it as something that is happening..." Ryan said, his frustration increasing. "You just need a good rest, Ryan. You are still hungover from the sex after taste. It will probably pass," Sophie said, already preparing to leave. "You know it's not, it. This feeling... This addiction. It never stops, whether you are close or not. Whether we just have sex or not. Stopping it now will be like suddenly depriving someone who has been too deeply into a drug. It's impossible... fuck!" he cursed while a lot of things ran through his mind. He knew it was not possible to capture her and lock her up for his own use, if not, he would have done it. But he knows her influence and the level of people that she interacts with. If he does such a thing, his head would

Third person POVHe felt like a beast in a rut, almost taking her there and then. It was as if a wild soul took over his body. Everything he felt about her became more intense. He tried to appear calm, but it took the highest level of self-control to keep his hands to himself. He suddenly slipped her over and entered her from behind pumping in and out. One of his hands was cupping her breast while the other was rubbing on her clit nonstop. His thrusts are sometimes fast, sometimes slow, sometimes circling inside her as he twerks his waist while fucking her. It was heaven, and the two could not have wished for anything more. Sophie was cumming in a moment whilst the male teased with his cock inside her. He suddenly stopped, and he intentionally rubbed his cock against every corner of her pussy wall "Oh god...!" Sophie couldn't take it anymore as she almost lost hold of herself. Her legs and arms, which she used to stay on fours, turned jelly, but Aiden was quick enough to steady her.

Epilogue Sophie is currently inside plane heading back to Italy. She originally planned to stay longer but staying almost a month without sex was driving her nuts. If she were to stay a little longer, she might end up breaking her promise, and it would be very bad. Although she tries to act tough, it was actually challenging for her to let those gorgeous men go. Each of them is sweet in their separate ways, and if any one of them decides to stay faithful to another girl, it will be the best thing to happen to such a girl. On the other hand, Aiden, Kane, Richard, Ryan and the twins didn't tell Sophie of their kids, who were the product of her and them. They originally wanted to when they heard she returned, but after her confession of ending things with them, they realised that she had found someone over there, someone she deemed at least better than them, so they chose not to burden her. They won't mind if she ends up finding out in the future, as they would be thrilled, and if s

The morning after the wedding was soothingly serene. The palace was quiet, the air thick with the scent of lilies and the lingering tension of Adonis’s secret war. His long silver hair was pulled back tight, reflecting his mood, sharp and unforgiving. He had spent the night waiting for a confrontation with Fenrir that hadn’t come yet, and the adrenaline in his blood was turning into a bitter, restless energy. Adonis wandered the northern wing of the estate, a place reserved for the elders. He was looking for more ways to burn the bridges between the Alessandro family and Fenrir. He wanted to see the cracks in the foundation of the man who took Sophie. He stopped in front of a set of heavy, gilded doors. He heard voices inside, low, rhythmic, and definitely not meant for public ears. Adonis didn't knock. He didn't care about privacy or etiquette. He pushed the doors open with a violent shove. Inside the dim room, he found Fenrir’s dad. The man was supposed to be the moral pillar of

The sun rose over the palace, but for Fenrir, the light felt like an interrogation. Every muscle in his body ached with a heat he couldn't explain. He stood before the tall bedroom mirror, meticulously adjusting his silk shirt to hide the marks on his skin. He had to be perfect. He had to be the man Sophie believed he was. When Sophie woke up, she smiled at him, her eyes full of the innocent love that Adonis so deeply resented. "You stayed out late, my love," she whispered, stepping up to adjust his collar. Fenrir forced a smile, though his heart hammered against his ribs. "Just business with the elders, Sophie. Nothing to worry about." But as he walked down the grand hallway toward his study, a flash of silver blocked his path. Adonis was leaning against a marble pillar, his long silver hair perfectly groomed, his silver eyes tracking Fenrir like a hawk. "You look tired, brother-in-law," Adonis said, his voice a low, dangerous purr. "Did you have trouble sleeping after your... se