Semua Bab Fated To The Mate Who Loves My Sister: Bab 151 - Bab 160

Darius’ POV I drove into my apartment, feeling exhausted. Getting out of the car, the men stationed at my home welcomed me, and I responded with a curt nod as I made my way toward the sitting room. In the living room, I met Marta, Oscar’s nanny. “Welcome, sir,” Marta greeted, and I nodded, looking around, searching for my boy. “He went to bed early,” Marta announced, as if she could read my thoughts. I nodded. “Becca?” I asked, referring to Oscar’s mom. Marta frowned. “I have no idea. She left right after you did and hasn’t returned since.” I was surprised, but that was typical Becca lifestyle. She’d leave early in the morning and wouldn’t return until past midnight, stumbling in reeking of alcohol and sex. Yes, sex. Despite having a child with me, despite living under my roof, Becca still sees other men, and according to her, I can’t tell her what to do. I can’t control her because she is just my baby mama; she isn’t my mate or my wife. But how can I think of settling d

Benita’s POV I hated myself. I hated myself for what I had done. Nathan had gone through all that trouble—setting up a beautiful dinner on the rooftop, trying to make things right between us—and I had turned him down. Again. And for what? Because of Nikita? Because of the way I had seen them together earlier? Because jealousy had wrapped itself around my heart and squeezed so tight that I couldn’t think straight? How could I be so cruel? My heart tore even more as I stepped into my room, shutting the door behind me. My heart pounded in my chest, and my feet itched to turn back—to go back to the rooftop, to tell him I was sorry, to sit at that table he had set just for me. But I held myself back. I had already hurt him tonight. What good would it do to show up now when he had probably already left? I swallowed hard and climbed into bed, pulling the blanket over myself. But no matter how much I tried, I couldn’t sleep. My mind kept replaying the look in his eyes, the way his voi

Benita’s POV I was combing my hair in front of the mirror when the door to my room burst open. Theo and Lila rushed in, their faces filled with panic and worry. “Theo, Lila? What is it?” I asked while abruptly getting to my feet. Theo was the first to speak, his voice trembling. “Mother, it's Father. We were with him, playing in his room, and he just fainted,” Theo said in panic. My heart stopped. “What?” I gasped and didn't give it a second thought before racing toward Nathan’s room. I raced down the hall, my heart hammering in my chest. The thought of Nathan collapsing filled me with fear. Had he been hiding an illness? Had something happened while I wasn’t looking? I didn’t stop until I reached his room, pushing the door open with force. “Nathan…" But I froze. The sight before me was nothing like what I had feared. Instead of finding him unconscious on the floor, I saw roses—dozens of them—scattered across the floor, their petals creating a sea of red. White ca

Third person’s POVAs Nathan pushed open the bedroom door, the warm glow of candlelight flickered across the room, casting soft shadows against the walls. The bed was decorated with red rose petals, a trail of them leading from the entrance to the grand four-poster bed. The scent of fresh roses lingered in the air, mingling with the faint spice of Nathan’s cologne. Benita stepped inside first, her gaze sweeping over the beautifully decorated room. A soft smile curled on her lips as she turned to face Nathan, her eyes filled with desire. He watched her, his intense gaze locked onto hers, dark and filled with the urge to touch her. Slowly, he stepped behind her, his hands coming up to the zipper of her gown. His fingers grazed her back as he tugged it down, the silky fabric parting with ease. “You’re breathtaking,” he murmured, his lips brushing the curve of her shoulder as the gown slid down her body, pulling at her feet. Wearing nothing but a lacy slip underneath, Benita turned to

Benita’s POV Nathan’s warm hands roamed over my body, sending shivers down my spine. His fingers massaged my breast, rolling my nipple between them, making me moan as I arched into his touch. My lips trailed along his neck, sucking and biting softly, reveling in the way his body responded to me. I could feel him hardening again for the third time as I rocked my hips against him, rubbing my aching core along the length of his dick. The friction sent jolts of pleasure through me, making me desperate for more. Without hesitation, I spread my legs wider, inviting him in. Nathan settled between my thighs, sliding into me effortlessly, our mixed release from earlier making the movement seamless. A deep groan escaped me as he filled me, stretching me just right. My fingers clawed at his shoulders, my hips moving to match his thrusts. Every stroke sent waves of pleasure through me, and I wrapped my legs around his waist, pulling him in deeper. Our moans tangled in the air, raw and unfilt