All Chapters of Dear Ex-husband, My Stepbrother is Your Replacement.: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

ASTRIDI pull away like I’ve been slapped, pushing Silvan in the process.He stumbles backwards, his eyes slanting in surprise.My heart tightens with terror as the pounding on the door grows louder. What the hell have I done? “Silvan!! Are you okay?! I’m coming in?” Claire’s high pitched voice cuts into the silence.Cold seeps into my skin and I quickly scoop my torn dress against my chest, trying my hardest to cover my exposed breasts. Knowing Silvan, I don’t have to guess who he’ll choose. Hurt pounds in my guts like a sledge hammer, but I know he’ll go to Claire. I’m used to it.I swallow thickly, refusing to meet his gaze. I feel too raw, too used. And the fact that I pushed him closer isn’t helping my wounded pride one bit.Silvan just stands there, his eyes drilling holes into my head.Claire’s drama is becoming increasingly loud, but he doesn’t say a word. He doesn’t even take a single step. I clear my throat, struggling to salvage what is left of my wounded pride.“You ca

ASTRIDI felt powerful before, but right now, I’m basking in euphoria, heady with control.He begged me. He really begged.Everyone in New York City knows Silvan Rourke doesn’t beg for anything. But he begged me. Biting my lips, I glide to the floor and gently spread his thighs. I’m literally trembling with lethal desire as my fingers glide over his impressive bulge.A hiss escapes him and he grabs my wrist. When I look up, Silvan’s gaze is clouded with a powerful combination of desire and annoyance.“Stop playing with me, Angel.”My brows dive downwards.“I’m not playing.”He doesn't believe me.“What are you doing then?”I frown.“Nothing. I’m not doing anything.”His fingers tighten over my wrist and he leans forward;“Astrid, have you ever given a blowjob before?”I almost choke on a gasp of embarrassment. My cheeks redden furiously. “Of course I have!”But my voice is too high pitched. I can’t look Silvan in the eye. And my cheeks are redder than tomatoes on a summer day. “Do

ASTRIDI freeze and Silvan uses that opportunity to press a kiss to my lips. The kiss is quick and hard. His face is still twisted with annoyance when he pulls back, but it leaves me trembling, wantonly craving him.“Your period is a normal occurrence, angel.” He says in a tone that suggests that he’s giving a life-changing lecture. “There’s absolutely nothing to be ashamed of.”“But your sheets…”“And what about them? I’ll just change them. I was due for a new one anyways.”No, he wasn’t due for a new one. These sheets are definitely brand new. And they feel expensive as hell.“I’ll get you new ones.” I offer, trying desperately to repair my wounded pride.For one taut second, the air goes still as Silvan curls his fingers into white-knuckled fists. His eyes squeeze shut like he’s praying for control.When he opens them, I almost recoil from the darkness that hits me.“For the sake of my sanity and yours, I would strongly advice you to stop offering me money, angel. I would never t

ASTRIDTrue to his words, Silvan doesn’t show up until I’m done having breakfast and it’s time to leave.I may have lingered around, making idle talk with Martha in hopes that I’d get a glimpse of him before I have to go into the office. At some point, I even contemplated faking a faint just to check if he’ll come running.Martha does take good care of me, no doubts there. She even offered to rub my swollen feet, bless her heart! But while she putted and faffed around the kitchen, all I could imagine was a buff, six foot, grumpy Greek god in her place, catering to my every need, sneaking me kisses and asking if I was okay. Ugh! I’m in too deep. Way too deep.After waiting for nearly an hour and he doesn’t show up, I take that as my cue to leave. Dejection curls through my heart like a deadly spring wire. I have several meetings today but all I can think about is a man I’m not supposed to be thinking about. “You must really be something special, Ms. Machiavelli.” Martha says though

ASTRID It was Mr. Rourke… It was Mr. Rourke…! For a moment, I go stock still, staring at Mary like she’s some exotic creature. A loud, shrill sound explodes somewhere deep in my head. It’s the sound of my inner mind screaming in disbelief, tearing out chunks of my hair. In real time, my fingers turn to mush, falling from Mary’s shoulders and hanging aimlessly by my sides. My body goes rigid with shock. My eyes are wide and vacant as I take in her crumpled face and red-rimmed eyes, searching for evidence that she might be joking. “Mary,” I say gently, “are you sure of what you’re saying? Let’s calm down. Maybe you’re shocked. You’re definitely mistaken.” “Ma’am, I’m not joking!” Mary cries hysterically. “I took the girls out for a stroll and we were attacked by the same men Mr. Rourke sent to protect us!” My veins turn icy with shock. I know Silvan can be a bastard sometimes, but I have seen him with Zoey and Zara. He would never hurt them. Right? Right…? But it’s