Semua Bab Her Craving, His Brother : Bab 61 - Bab 70

Lumi POVThe words are still hanging in the car when I realize I’ve said them out loud.I don’t know what made me say it. Maybe the way Briggs looked at me when I challenged him, like he could already see every weak spot I had and every one I was trying to hide. Maybe the way his voice dropped when he said good girls get punished, like he wasn’t threatening me so much as promising something I’d been too stubborn to ask for.Maybe I just wanted to see what he would do.The car felt smaller instantly, the leather seats creaking under my shifting weight as Briggs kept one hand on the wheel and stared straight ahead. Streetlights dragged gold across his sharp jawline, highlighting the faint scar that ran along his collarbone, the one he never talked about, the one that made him look like a man who'd survived worse things than me.My heart hammered against my ribs. I hadn't meant to say it. Or maybe I had. "Careful, Lumi," he says at last, voice low and rough, like gravel dragged over vel

Briggs POVHours had passed since we’d collapsed onto the bed, bodies slick and spent, the kind of exhaustion that comes only after you’ve poured everything into someone and they’ve taken it without asking for mercy. The penthouse was quiet now, Lumi lay curled against my side, her head tucked under my chin, one leg thrown over mine like she’d claimed the territory even in sleep. Her breathing was deep and even, the soft rise and fall of her chest brushing my skin with every inhale. The sheets were a tangled mess around us, carrying the sharp, intimate scent of sweat and the faint trace of her perfume that always lingered like a challenge.I didn’t sleep, couldn’t. My mind kept replaying the way she’d looked up at me on that desk—eyes wide, lips parted, body yielding completely while I drove into her like the world was ending. The way her walls had clenched around me, pulling me deeper, demanding more even as I gave her everything I had. It had been raw, punishing, the kind of fuck

I glanced at it, then swam towards it and saw an unknown number flashing on the screen, and decided whatever it was could wait. The hot water of the public bath had finally started to loosen the deep ache on my body. I wasn’t about to let a random call pull me out of this fragile peace. Not now.The spa had thinned out. Dara had stepped away to take a business call, leaving just the three of us girls submerged in the mineral pool—me, Brianna, and the quiet tension that had followed us from the penthouse. Steam curled around our shoulders like secrets we weren’t ready to share. Brianna lounged against the tiled edge, her dark hair slicked back, looking every bit the untouchable Hall twin. Her eyes kept drifting to me with that calculating glint, like she was still processing whatever fight she and Briggs had after I’d passed out. I didn’t ask, not here. The water was too soothing, and my muscles too grateful for the break.Then Dara returned, sliding back into the water with the easy

Lumi POVI woke up slowly, the penthouse quiet except for the faint sound of the city below and the soft rustle of Briggs moving around the room. The sheets still held his warmth, and my skin carried the faint ache of his touch from the night before, a reminder of how he’d pulled me close and made the world outside feel smaller. For a moment I let myself linger there, eyes half-closed, pretending the calls and the messages hadn’t started again. But they had, Wren never stayed quiet for long.Briggs sat in the armchair by the window, already dressed, his phone in one hand and a mug of coffee in the other. The morning light hit the open collar of his shirt and the sharp line of his jaw. He looked like he’d been awake for a while, probably watching the screen for the next thing to hit us. When he noticed I was up, he set the mug down and crossed the room, stopping at the edge of the bed. His hand found my shoulder without hesitation, thumb brushing over my bare skin in that steady way

Lumi POVI woke up alone, the sheets, sunlight was already illuminating across the room in thick stripes, which meant I’d slept far later than I meant to. My phone showed a string of missed calls and one new text from Wren confirming our meeting later that afternoon. I sighed and sat up, rubbing my eyes. The house felt too quiet without Briggs’s steady presence somewhere nearby.The sound of the front door opening pulled me out of bed. I grabbed one of his shirts from the chair and slipped it on before padding out to the living room. Briggs was just stepping inside with Brianna right behind him. Both of them looked like they’d walked through a storm. Briggs’s jaw was tight, his shoulders set in that rigid way he got when something had gone wrong but he didn’t want to say it out loud. Brianna’s mouth was pulled into a thin line, her eyes sharp with whatever she’d just witnessed.“Morning,” I said, trying to sound casual even though my stomach tightened at the sight of him. “You two lo