All Chapters of Deadly Game With My Husband's Brothers : Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

AXEL My head aches; there's a dull throb behind my eyes that no amount of sleep seems to fix. It's not just the usual hangover; it's the aftermath of everything. Of last night. Of Peyton. God, what a mess. A totally enjoyable mess. And all I can think about is having her stand naked in front of me, grinding her thin curves while she fingers herself. Licking those fingers will be so damn sexy. We never got to try that. Fucking on the counter won't suffice. We're mostly lying down with her on top, flashing those bouncy tits begging to be touched. Her petite frame is the kind that would've been perfect for the runway if she were just a few inches taller. I walk into Raphael's room and flop onto his bed. The springs groan under me. My brother's at his mirror, practically hugging his reflection while he messes with his tie. He's always so serious about everything, even getting dressed. Every little tug, every tiny fix he makes, it's like the world depends on that tie looking perfect

~~PEYTON~~ THE NEXT MORNING, the same kind-faced nurse returns. But no smiles this time. "Mrs. Thorne, the doctor’s cleared you for discharge. Just need to remove your IV, and you're good to go." I can't help but frown. The announcement feels less like good news and more like a fresh wave of anxiety. I'd barely closed my eyes, and the thought of stepping back into the maelstrom of my life made my stomach clench all over again. No more sterile white walls, no more quiet solitude, just the cold, hard reality of everything waiting for me outside. I just stare at the nurse, suddenly wishing I could plead for a few more days—a reprieve from the inevitable. "Are you sure?" I mumble. She simply nods as she expertly pulls the needle and tapes a small dressing over the spot. I swing my legs over the side of the bed, stretching, yawning, and taking a deep breath, but the nurse is still standing close by, her eyes on me. It looks like she wasn't done yet. Does she have something e

~~PEYTON~~ I stare at my reflection with a nervous flutter in my stomach. "Well, this is it," I mumble, adjusting the knot of my silk blouse. I still can't quite believe how my life has turned around. Selling that Lambo felt like a punch to the gut, but the money—enough to make me choke just thinking about it—saved my dad. And Axel, bless his heart, made sure I could make it up to myself with a new job, even if my new ride makes me chuckle every time I look at it. It's a far cry from a Lambo, but it gets the job done. Now, I'm in a full-blown corporate suit. Suits! I, who practically lives in jeans and T-shirts. But if I want back into the corporate world, especially as a personal assistant for a casino company, I know I have to look the part. I give my tie one last tug, making sure it's perfectly straight. Axel's a total lifesaver, I think, shaking my head. Who would've thought some mischievous brother-in-law who only thinks about sex could come through so spectacularly?

~~PEYTON~~ The car pulls up to the imposing entrance of The Zenith, a towering structure of glass and steel that seems to pierce the sky. "Holy crap," I breathe. Even from the outside, the place screams the usual kind of ‘expensive’—you know the one that feels like you've stepped into an alternate universe. Axel gives a casual nod to the valet who materializes instantly, practically bowing as he opens our doors. "Welcome, Mr. Thorne," the valet says, his voice smooth as silk. I step out, feeling a little out of place, especially next to Axel, who still looks effortlessly put-together, which makes me wonder what’s running through his mind. He's been unusually quiet throughout the ride—no jokes or sarcasm; he just drove—seriously. All pretty face and no expression. Which makes me wonder if I had mistakenly taken a ride with the wrong brother. As we walk toward the revolving doors, I notice it immediately. The doorman, perfectly uniformed, bows as Axel passes. Inside, the

~~PEYTON~~The hot, wet heat of his mouth closing over me is a shock, and my toes curl as his tongue swirls, a slow, torturous pleasure. The pull of his lips, the light scrape of his teeth, shoots delicious electricity straight down to my core. My fingers tangle in his hair, pulling him closer, deepening the kiss until the world narrows to this sensation, this heat, this intoxicating warmth.And he doesn't stop, doesn't slow down one bit; his teeth are sinking deeper now, dragging and tugging so hard it causes me to wince.His hand finds my other breast, circling his thumb around the ripple, sending another wave of shivers through me. He groans as I straddle him on the chair. A soft gasp caught somewhere between my throat and his mouth, as his fingers knead gently, expertly, eliciting a needy ache that spreads through my entire body.I pick up my pace, grinding faster against him, desperate for more friction as orgasms start building up. But he cuts it short when he lets out a sharp,