All Chapters of DIVORCED MORNING AND REMARRIED TO HIS BROTHER BY NIGHT: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

MoniqueWhen I was done with dinner, I cleaned up everything and even washed the dishes.Yeah, don’t judge me. I just... I don’t know. Maybe I wanted to make a crazy impression or maybe I just felt bad. Whatever it was, I washed the dishes.I went back to my room, drank my medicine. I knew the timing for taking them was off, but yeah, what else could I do?Then I stood there, wondering. What next?Should I text Marcus?Should I go to his bedroom?Was he even there?He was probably still in his office. He told me if I needed him, I could just go to his office. So, that’s where I go. I walk downstairs, quietly, to where he showed me his office earlier. It’s dark. The entire hallway has that soft eerie silence houses get in the middle of the night. I knock, lightly at first. Nothing.I try the handle. It’s locked.So I turn around and walk toward the last door in the hallway, the one with the double doors. There’s a little sliver of light spilling out from beneath it, warm and inviting.

Marcus lowered his head, and I watched as his mouth closed over me. His eyes burned into me as he sucked lightly at first then firmer, sending shockwave after shockwave to my center. I was getting closer and closer, always on the edge but not ready to fall yet. I dug my hand into the blanket, desperate for release and so close, but something was still holding me back. As if a knot had been tied too tightly deep inside of me and couldn’t unfurl.“Please.... Marcus....,” I bit out.Marcus pulled one of his hands out from beneath me. His fingertip brushed my entrance and at the next tug of his lips, he pressed inside. I clenched in discomfort then pleasure. Never taking his eyes off me, he started moving his finger inside of me as he sucked my clit. Suddenly the knot unravelled, my eyes growing wide, my belly hollowing as pleasure radiated through me. I cried out, my fingers scraping over Marcus’s head as I ground myself against his mouth, seeking more of his tongue and the finger teasi

I went quiet for a moment, still sitting on the bed. Marcus lay on his side behind me, silent, watching. When he finally spoke, his voice was quiet but full of with confusion.“Why?” A pause. “Why don’t you want to talk about it?”I sighed at the sound of his voice. It hit something tender in me. But I couldn’t give him what he wanted.“I just… I don’t want to talk about it,” I whispered. “I have a lot on my mind right now, and I just....” I stopped myself, then forced the words out. “You know what? It’s fine.”I got out of bed and stood up.And just like that, I started gathering my clothes, slipping into them one piece at a time with my back turned to him. The silence was heavy. When I was fastening the last buttons on my pyjama top, I heard his breath hitch and then his voice, sharper now.“Then what the fuck are you doing?” A beat.“What the hell are we doing?”That was it. I snapped. I turned back around and faced him fully.“You know what? I shouldn’t have come here,” I said. My

This was a kiss that said he’d waited for this moment. That he’d been holding his breath, afraid I’d walk away again. That he didn't have to anymore.It’s not a kiss just a kiss, it’s a possession. His lips move against mine with a rough intensity, leaving no room for breath or softness.His fingers tighten around my throat, angling my face up so he can devour me. The kiss is a clash, a war of heat and desire as he grazes his teeth over my bottom lip and plunges his tongue in and consumes mine. The taste of him is fire, scorching every thought from my mind. His breath is harsh against my mouth, his lips relentless, like he’s trying to swallow me up.There’s no finesse in the way he kisses. It’s neither controlled nor refined. It’s not even disciplined like the way he fucks. It’s as if he’s never kissed before and I get to witness every second of every bit of his brutal, heated, explosive power. And I crave it. I love every second of it.I fall apart at the thought that he only shows m

I lifted my head to breathe more easily. Marcus was gone from behind me but before I could glimpse over my shoulder to see what he was doing, his fingers grasped my hips and pulled me closer. Then Marcus’s hand came down on my butt, keeping it in place. He gripped a pillow and shoved it under my pelvis. Then he was behind me. He gripped my ass cheeks and his tip nudged my opening. “Fuck. You’re so fucking wet, precious.” Without a warning, he slapped all the way into me, filling me completely. I gasped, arching up as pleasure and a trickle of pain shot through me. Marcus stilled for a moment as he rubbed my butt and lower back. He leaned down until his chest was pressed against my back, pinning me beneath his weight. He braced himself on his elbows on either side of me. I could feel every inch of him. I couldn’t have moved even if I wanted to. I tilted my head to the side and found Marcus’s lips for a hard kiss. He slid out of me slowly until only his tip was inside before thrust