All Chapters of My Brother-in-law's sinful offer: Chapter 231 - Chapter 239

Cara stood on the curb outside Martin’s building, staring at her phone as it vibrated in her palm.Madam Davis: “Did you leave the clinic? Where are you? The doctor is waiting.”She closed her eyes as the cold wind swept over her face. Taking a few seconds to stabilize her thoughts, she typed out a reply:Cara: “I returned to the agency. I'm on my way back to the mansion.”She switched off her phone after sending that message. She wasn't in the mood to be interrogated by her mother-in-law.Cara didn’t remember the drive home. Her lips still tingled from Martin’s kisses; her skin still burned where his hands had explored.About forty-five minutes later, she straightened her clothes in the car mirror, smoothed her hair, and tried to school her expression into something neutral before stepping into the Davis mansion.It was after nine. The house was quiet, but Lucas was still up, waiting in the living room with a glass of whiskey.“You’re working late again,” he chastised, but his gaze w

The silence in the office was suffocating, thick enough to choke on. Cara stood frozen in the center of the room, her heart hammering wildly against her ribs under Martin’s scrutinizing gaze. She felt utterly exposed, as if the cold black marble beneath her feet might swallow her whole. Martin slowly leaned back in his leather chair. Without breaking eye contact, he reached up, loosened his silk tie, and pulled it completely free, tossing it onto the dark stone desk. His large hands moved with agonizing slowness to undo the top two buttons of his black shirt, exposing the bronze skin of his throat. His gaze never left hers for a fraction of a second. His predatory movements were sending shivers down her spine. “Y–you sent Gideon to invite me over,” Cara stammered, her voice shaking as she tried to shatter the oppressive atmosphere. “What is this about?” He didn't answer. He simply stared, letting the silence stretch until her skin felt hot with embarrassment and fear. He had all

“Strip!”The order echoed like a gunshot in the quiet vastness of the office.Cara’s initial reaction was that he had to be joking—a cruel, absurd test to break her resolve. But before she could open her mouth to question him, Martin’s piercing gaze locked onto hers, cold and sharp as arrows piercing straight through her defenses.“You have three minutes to get out of your clothes,” he stated, his voice flat and unyielding. “Or you can return to your mother-in-law.”Cara stiffened. Every muscle in her body locked up.He was serious.With a strict three-minute timer hanging over her head, there was no room left to negotiate, no time to indulge in shame, and no space to process the sheer humiliation of the moment. She was backed into a corner, and time was running out.Like a robot responding to an irreversible command, Cara took a deep, shaky breath and reached for the top button of her silk cream blouse.Her fingers trembled so violently she could barely grip the small shell button, b

18"You came here to be bred," he said, his words a deliberate cruelty. "That's all this is. Don't confuse it for anything else."His hand slid between her thighs from behind. Fingers pressed against her slick folds, and she gasped."But look at you, already this wet." His voice was dark with mockery. "Does Lucas make you this wet?""Please—""Does he?""No." The word tore out of her before she could stop it.Martin made a low sound—not satisfaction, not quite. Something hungrier. He pushed two fingers inside her without warning, and Cara cried out, her hands flying forward to brace against his obsidian desk."So tight," he muttered, working his fingers in and out of her, slow and deliberate. Her slick coated his knuckles. "When's the last time he touched you?"Cara couldn't answer. Her mind had gone white. His thumb found her clit, circling hard, and a broken moan escaped her throat."Answer me.""Months," she gasped. "I don't— he doesn't—""Good."He withdrew his fingers. Cara nearl