All Chapters of Twisted Desires: My Brother's Best friend: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

CaspianI gripped the steering wheel so tightly that my knuckles turned white. My jaw clenched, and my mind raced with a whirlwind of thoughts. I didn't know where I was going; I just needed to escape, to put distance between myself and the chaos I'd left behind.The city blurred past me, a haze of trees, light stands, and motion. My heart pounded in my chest, each beat echoing the turmoil within. I couldn't shake the image of Ava's face, the hurt in her eyes, the tension in her voice. It haunted me. Damn it!Suddenly, my phone rang, jolting me from my thoughts. I glanced at the screen: the Commissioner's name flashed across it. I pulled over to the side of the road, the tires screeching slightly as I came to a halt. With a deep breath, I answered the call."Commissioner," I said, trying to steady my voice.The Commissioner’s voice was crisp, cutting straight to the point. “Patrick’s been brought to the golf field as you requested.”I blinked, the memory slamming into me. Damn it. I’d

AvaJoy froze for a split second, her hands lingering over my dresser drawer. Then, as if she hadn’t been caught, she quickly yanked her hand back and looked at me like nothing had happened."I— I was just... tidying up," she stammered, her eyes darting to the open drawer, then back at me. "You know, making sure everything's in order."I raised an eyebrow. The room was far from disorganized, and I had definitely not asked her to clean or go through my things. A slow heat began to crawl up my neck, partially from the alcohol in my system, partially from the irritation bubbling beneath the surface."Tidying up?" I repeated, my voice coming out a little sharper than I intended. "Joy, you were rummaging through my things."Her gaze flickered to the drawer again, and I noticed a faint red flush creeping up her neck. Something was off, and I wasn't sure what it was, but I wasn't about to let it slide. I took a deep breath, my chest feeling tighter than usual—probably the alcohol. I forced m

Caspian Fuck, the sight of Ava bouncing on my cock is enough to make me lose my mind. But now, it's time for me to take control. I grabbed her hips, feeling the soft flesh give way to my strong grip. With a grunt, I flipped us over, pinning her beneath me. Damn, she looked fucking gorgeous pinned beneath me like this. My cock throbbed inside her tight wet heat. I can't believe this sexy goddess tried to wake me up like this this morning. I grind my hips against hers, reminding her who's really in charge here. "You think waking me up by bouncing on my dick means you're the one calling the shots?" I chuckled lowly, trailing kisses along her neck while still buried deep inside her. I started to move my hips, fucking her harder and faster than she was riding me. "Mmm, that's right. You wanted morning sex? Here it is." I thrusted deep inside her wet pussy repeatedly until she moaned loudly beneath me. Even her tits bounced with each thrust, and it drove me wild. I leaned down, captur

Ava"WHAT!!" Caspian yelled, his voice shaking the walls.I flinched, clutching the bedsheet tighter. I had just told him everything — how I had almost been kidnapped... how the driver Clara had ordered had tried to hurt me.For a second, he didn’t move. He just stood there, frozen, stunned — a dangerous mix of emotions flashing across his face.His fists clenched, his jaw tightened, veins prominent along his arms and neck. His chest was rising and falling rapidly, and I knew... oh God, I knew he was about to explode.I quickly stood up and threw myself into his arms, wrapping him tightly in a hug before he could do anything reckless."I'm fine," I whispered, rubbing slow circles on his back, trying to soothe him. "I promise I'm fine."At first, he stood stiff and rigid against me, but then he pulled back just enough to look at me, his hands still gripping my arms. His eyes were wild, glassy with something between rage and helplessness."But I'm not!" he rasped, his voice cracking. "I

CaspianI stared at Marcel, unable to fully grasp what he had just said. "But why?" The words slipped from my lips before I could stop them. Why the hell would he ask her out? Why her? The thought made my chest tighten, a mix of confusion and anger clawing its way up my throat. I just didn't like her, that's why.Marcel, being the easy-going idiot he was, didn’t seem to care much about my sudden outburst. He shrugged, that damn carefree smirk still on his face. "What do you mean, ‘why?’ Can’t I ask someone out? I’m not some monk, Caspian."My jaw tightened, and I tried to rein in the storm building inside me. "Do you even like her?" I pressed, my voice cold and sharp, despite the storm inside. I couldn’t help it. The idea of him getting close to her, taking even a single step into her world—it twisted something deep inside me. He was my brother-in-law!Marcel paused for a beat, his expression softening for the first time since we started talking. "Yeah, I do. And honestly, I don't kno