Lahat ng Kabanata ng Entangled With My Brother-in-law : Kabanata 11 - Kabanata 20

Her grip on my arm tightened as she laughed softly, her confidence flickering like a flame. “The kind that makes you forget everything else,” she whispered, her lips dangerously close to mine.But forgetting wasn’t an option—not with Nana’s face still burned into my mind. I eventually gave in to Maddy’s requests but even as I entertained her games, and the image of amber eyes and a bright smile haunted me.Many hours later, Maddy and I stood at the edge of the rooftop balcony, letting the cool breeze crash against our faces. Behind us, the muffled sounds of laughter and music carried on, but I wasn’t paying attention. My eyes were glued to the city lights sprawling beneath us, but my mind, as always, drifted back to her.I couldn’t stop myself, not now, not ever. Every part of me ached for her, yet I was stuck watching her waste her life with Simon. The thought alone made my blood boil.“So, big guy…” Maddy’s raspy voice pulled me from my thoughts. She swirled the blue liquid in her

The drive home was nothing short of torture. Every shift of my thighs sent another pulse of heat between them, the bumps in the road jolting through me, friction sparking with each movement. No matter how tightly I crossed my legs, the silk of my stockings hissed like a secret, and my body refused to calm. I was losing—losing to something dark, something wrong. God, he’s doing this on purpose. I could feel his gaze burning into me from the driver’s seat, amusement simmering beneath those deep green eyes. His hands flexed over the wheel, the veins in his forearms shifting with each controlled turn. His shirt, still undone at the collar, exposed the barest glimpse of his toned chest. My breath hitched before I could stop it. God. Stop looking at him. But I couldn’t. I clenched my hands into fists in my lap, nails biting into my palms. My stomach coiled, shame and need tangling into one wretched, delicious mess. By the time we pulled up to my house, I practically launched m

“We were fine yesterday, but now you won’t even look at me,” I murmured, my thumb brushing a stray curl behind her ear. She shuddered—good—but held my gaze, the defiant mask slipping just enough to reveal the crack beneath. “I thought Dad said you were joining him out of state,” she said, her voice steadier than her trembling hands. I smirked, pressing closer, crowding her against the counter. “Why would I leave when the best lessons are here?” My knee nudged between hers, not enough to bruise, just enough to remind her I know. “Watching you work… it’s educational.” Her breath hitched, the lie Simon and I are fine dying on her tongue. I could still smell my cologne on her skin from last night’s drive home, still see the ghost of my fingerprints on her waist. The machine beeped, jolting her into motion. She spun away, fumbling with her teacup, but I caught her wrist, pressing her palm flat against the granite. “Careful,” I purred, nodding at the scalding steam. “You’ll b

Maddy’s breath hitched, but she didn’t move. Good. I liked it when they stayed still. It made it easier to see the moment they shattered. “You’re quiet,” I murmured, dragging a finger along the edge of her jaw. “I’m waiting,” she whispered, voice steady. Waiting for what? To be used? To be wrecked? Or was she waiting for me to lose myself? Maddy didn’t realize that I never lost myself. I was always in control. Even when I was ruining something. Especially then. I leaned in, inhaling her perfume—expensive, floral, but beneath it, I caught something else. Something familiar. Something that made my stomach turn. Vanilla. The same scent Nana always wore. For a fraction of a second, the air left my lungs. Maddy shifted. “You okay, big guy?” she teased, reaching for me, but I grabbed her wrist too fast, too rough. She gasped. And I saw it—the hint of fear. There it was. That delicious, intoxicating fear. But it wasn’t enough. I wanted more. I needed more. Becaus

Simon’s cock slapped against my cheek. Once. Twice. The heavy, wet sound echoed in the room, each slap making my skin burn hotter. My thighs clenched as another wave of arousal shot through me. I knew I looked so pathetic, aching for more and it only turned me on. Simon’s fingers curled tighter in my hair, tugging my head back so I had no choice but to look up at him. His lips curled in a slow, taunting smirk. “Cute.” His voice was low, mocking. “So fucking desperate to take my cock into your filthy mouth aren’t you?.” My breath stuttered. He was right. My thighs rubbed together, seeking friction, seeking releases, my bound hands clenched helplessly at my back. I wanted to touch myself so fucking bad. “look at you,” he murmured, tilting his head. His eyes dragged over my face, my ruined lips, the spit glistening on my skin. “Messy little thing. So eager to please.” Fuck. Is this what I've become? Because he was right. His smirk widened, and he tapped his cock ag