Twisted Desires: My Brother's Best friend のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 71 - チャプター 80

AvaCaspian slowly began to push his thick head between my slick folds, not entering me fully but teasing the opening. "Like this?" he asked, his voice low and gravelly.I whimpered and wrapped my legs around his waist, trying to pull him in deeper.Caspian took his time, inching his length inside me inch by inch. The slow burn was agonizingly pleasurable. He was so big that even this shallow penetration had my walls stretching around him. He pulled back almost completely before pushing in again, repeating the torturously slow pace.He started to pick up the pace slightly, his hips moving in shallow thrusts that had him hitting my clit with each stroke. The combination of the slow penetration and the direct clit stimulation had me seeing stars. I began whimpering and moaning uncontrollably, my nails digging into the soft bed."You're so fucking tight," he groaned, his hands gripping my hip and leg tightly. He was almost fully inside me now, his huge length stretching me to my limit. "

CaspianI wasn’t asleep. Not even close.The room was quiet, but my thoughts were anything but. Ava lay beside me, her back to me, silent and still. The oversized white t-shirt she wore—my shirt—hugged her frame loosely, exposing the curve of her bare thigh.But it wasn’t just the sight of her that stirred something inside me. It was the way she wasn’t looking at me. The way she pulled herself into her own world like I didn’t exist beside her.I could feel the distance, and damn, it stung.She hadn’t said much after we showered after having sex. And I knew why. I couldn’t give her an answer—couldn’t say the words she wanted to hear. That she was mine, not just when we tangled in bedsheets, but outside of that too.My chest tightened.Why couldn’t I say it? Why couldn’t I tell her what she meant to me?Because I didn’t deserve her. That was the truth, wasn’t it?I wasn’t the man a woman like her needed. My hands had done too much, my past tainted with scars she couldn’t see. If I told

AvaThe early morning light hadn't yet pierced through the curtains, but my eyes were wide open. Sleep had eluded me, haunted by the echoes of last night's confrontation with Caspian.I turned to face him, still asleep beside me. Even in slumber, he exuded an effortless allure—his chiseled features relaxed, the faint stubble on his jawline adding to his rugged charm. A soft sigh escaped his lips as he shifted slightly, and I couldn't help but feel a flutter in my chest.What was wrong with me? After everything, why did he still have this effect on me? I shook my head, trying to dispel the thoughts.Carefully, I slipped out of bed, ensuring I didn't wake him. The cool floor beneath my feet grounded me as I left the room.In the quiet of the house, I wished for clarity, for a way to silence the conflicting feelings battling within me. But most of all, I wished I could stop my heart from betraying me every time I looked at him.Upon getting to my room, I settled on the edge of my bed, th

AvaVictor turned away from the table, his expression more serious now—colder, maybe. He looked at both of us, and when he spoke, it wasn’t casual anymore. It was low, deliberate."These people Caspian got involved with... they’re not just bad. They’re fraudsters. Dangerous ones. And now—his enterprise? It’s crumbling. I mean, it’s falling apart from the inside out. The kind of damage that doesn’t come back overnight."My stomach dropped.Victor kept going. "He’s in serious trouble, Ava. Financially. Legally. Emotionally. I didn’t come here to mess things up. I came because I didn’t want you to get caught in the fallout."Marcel scoffed, hard. "And how do we believe that?"I nodded slowly, the pit in my stomach growing heavier. "Yeah," I added, my voice quieter but firm. "Caspian didn’t say anything about this. Not a word."I turned to Marcel and lightly tapped his shoulder. "Even if he didn’t tell me, he should’ve told you. You’re his best friend. His assistant. His damn shadow."Mar

CaspianPrivate Room Moments Later**We weren’t even in the hallway anymore. Somehow, I’d dragged us into the nearest empty conference room. The door slammed shut, and I clicked the lock.I turned to Ava, arms crossed, jaw tense. "What the hell was that back there?"Ava folded her arms too, showing no anxiety and fear. "That was me saving your company."I scoffed. "By throwing this at me? A child? You know what kind of contract we signed. You... you agreed.""Things change," she said, her voice soft but her stare unrelenting. "Your father isn’t giving you a cent unless you give him a grandchild. You know that."I ran a hand through my hair. My heart was pounding, and not in a good way."So what now, Ava?" I asked, almost laughing, bitter. "You want to break the clause? Toss the birth control and just... what, make a baby because Daddy Dearest demands one?"Her voice lowered, tight. "I’m not doing it for him."I paused. "…Then who?"She looked at me.And didn’t say a word.And that sil