Deadly Game With My Husband's Brothers のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 11 - チャプター 20

~~PEYTON~~ Odin's face is inches from mine, brow furrowed as he scans me like he's searching for a missing puzzle piece. Or perhaps trying to read a language he doesn't quite understand. But I don't expect the words that come out of his mouth. "You're sweating?" I hiss and shove his face away. "Because I'm a human being. Genius." "Mom, isn't the air conditioner turned on?" Odin presses, glancing at Natalie, who is serving each of the plates, her gaze fixed on the task. "It's on, sweetie," she murmurs without looking up. Odin turns his attention back to me, his brow furrowed again. "Then why are you..." He trails off as he spots Raphael approaching the table. He stands up from his seat and scurries to the chair on my left and plops down. Raphael settles into the chair next to me, a knowing smirk playing on his lips. "You know you can't hide from me forever." I shake my head. Sometimes I wonder who the elder brother really is between the two. "Sorry, I'm late!" A v

~~PEYTON~~ Without another word, I grab my car keys from the hook by the door and walk out, not looking back. Not caring to see the aftermath of the chaos. Not bothered by how I look right now—furious, a depiction of a raging storm, and worse... jealousy. I hate to admit it, but this tightness I feel in my chest gets worse by the day. And I can't help it. I storm towards the garage, tears blurring my vision. I want them to fall; I want to cry, but what difference will it make? It won't change the past, nor the present, and not even the near future. Odin has officially erased himself from my life. I loved Odin. I really loved him. He was my everything, the man of my dreams. He used to be funny, dramatic, caring, and could be passionate when he wanted to, and I adored him for that. But now he's just a stranger who only sees me as a roommate. I yank the car door open and practically slip inside, slamming it shut behind me. The sudden enclosure feels both suffocating and like a d

~~PEYTON~~ That confession... was stupid of me. Really? Axel, my boyfriend? Words just kept coming out without my brain granting permission. I know I've thought about it at some point, especially in anger, but to blurt it out like that, in front of him, was a whole new level of self-sabotage. The good thing is... I'm keeping a straight face; there's no turning back. I already said the word, so... why not keep it going? Axel is speechless for the first time. Or probably thinking of something sarcastic or mischievous to say. Worst of all, he'll say something that will make me want to hit my head on the counter. He finally responds with a snort. "Boyfriend? Or do you mean sex partners?" My jaw tightens. Of course. This is Axel. Predictable, but it still manages to sting. "Is that all you heard, Axel?" I shot back, my voice surprisingly steady despite the tremor in my hands. "What else was there to hear? You just confessed to... well, that...." He trails off, eyes narrowin

~~PEYTON~~ And before I can even process the shift, his cock springs free. He enters deep inside me, filling me completely. It's like he reaches an innermost wall too sudden for me to even cry out in pleasure or pain. My mouth just hangs open as I wrap my arms around him like my life depends on it. He finally groans, a deep vibration in my ears that makes me shiver as he keeps stretching me like I'm some kind of elastic. I can't hold back the cry in my voice as it feels like his dick is shredding me apart in a way that makes me want to push him away and pull him in at the same time. Damn it, I hate how he's making me feel. He clutches his palms on my butt, pressing on it as he shoves his dick in and out of me. Slow at first, but it doesn't take five seconds before he speeds it up, slapping my skin against his. My core is dripping, my legs are shaking; moans I try to suppress explode in my throat as orgasms rip through me. "Keep doing it, I'm coming." The plea comes out be

~~PEYTON~~ The next few minutes? Should I call it a crossfire or a full-blown verbal assault? Odin's voice rises with each word. He doesn't need to say more; the underwear in his hand screams volumes. Accusations fly, assumptions that are so far off the mark they are almost laughable if they didn't cut so deep. There's no winning this. Not when he's holding the evidence. He storms around the entryway, gesturing wildly, while I stand frozen, feeling the blood drain from my face. Every glance he shoots me is like a punch. Every word is like a slap. And you know the funny thing about all of this is that he's furious, beyond furious, and it's not just because of a stupid, misplaced piece of underwear. It's his assumptions; it's like he's trying to piece together a killer puzzle. A puzzle that isn't so hard to solve. "Are you just going to stand there, Peyton? Or tell me how this ended up in a box from my mother?" Odin's voice is dangerously low, his eyes drilling into mine. He