All Chapters of A night with my ex-husband’s step brother : Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

Lyra's POV A small sigh slid past my lips, and I found myself digging my body deeper into the sheets. My body ached in places I didn’t even know could ache,with every muscle of mine humming in exhaustion, every nerve still raw and buzzing. I lay tangled in the sheets, slick with sweat, sore and utterly spent, but instead of peace, my mind wouldn’t stop racing.Yes, I was thinking about what had just gone down and the many rounds, but no matter how exhilarating it all was, I just couldn't shake off the fact that there was something else. Something more serious than I liked to admit. If pleasure alone could fix the mess I was in, I’d already be free. Heck, I would be the happiest woman on earth and I wouldn't even mind another round to celebrate. But as sweet and exhilarating as it sounded, the truth remained the same; it couldn’t. No matter how much I let him claim me, no matter how many times I broke under him, the council’s demand still loomed like a blade over my neck.Fix the

Lyra's POV The corridor was quiet, too quiet if you asked me and I hated how it seemed to echo in my bones with each passing second. Every step I took seemed to echo off the stone walls, like they wanted to betray me. My palms were damp, and my heart thudded hard against my ribs, not from fear, at least, that’s what I told myself, but from the weight of what I was about to do.Shit, help me goddess. Those were the words I'd been chanting for the past one hour. After Cassian had disappeared, I honestly thought I was going to lose it. It didn't help that Xavier had gone uncharacteristically quiet too. He had his back against the headboard, and even though his eyes had darted around almost all the corners of the room , I just knew he was nowhere Redmoon. Instead, he'd been in his own little world, planning, strategizing like his life depended on it. I didn't bother asking, because I knew the last thing he would do would be to tell me. Not because he didn't want to, but because he be

Lyra's POV I'd heard people say they hated when time absolutely froze for them. I'd experienced it a couple of times, but those times, I always told myself that they couldn't get any more worse, but as I stared at the man leaning against the wall with a sly smirk on his face, I just knew I was in deep trouble. My breath hitched in my thrust, and no matter how hard I tried to breathe, I just couldn't bring myself to force air out of my lungs. If felt like my body and my entire nervous system had shut down, and no matter my efforts to try to resurrect it, there was no jerk starting it until my body wantedI'd always known Cassian as xavier's right hand man, and while we seemed to have formed a kind of relationship over time, it didn't negate the fact that he scared me, and maybe a little bit more than Xavier did. “Lyra.”The sound of my name was all it took to pull me out of my thoughts. My name rolled from Cassian’s lips like smoke, curling in the air between us, heavy and dangerou

Lyra's POV His breath scorched the side of my neck, heavy and rough, while my chest was pressed against the cold wall. Xavier was still behind me, dutifully grounding his fucking cock into the curve of my ass, like he wanted it imprinted in between my thighs. I would be lying if I said it wasn't hot, and like that wasn't torture enough, the friction of my breasts against the wall made my nipples as hard as pebbles. I wouldn't dare let My thoughts out, but fuck, I wanted him to suck on them. I wanted Xavier to take each one in his mouth one after the other, while he sucked and twirled my taut buds in between his mouth and teeth, with his hand fondling my other nipple. In fact, the mere thought it it was more than enough to have me staining my panties, and I could swear that I could smell my own arousal all the way from here. My heart wouldn’t stop hammering, not from fear this time, but from the maddening awareness of him, the way every inch of Xavier’s body seemed to burn throug

Lyra’s POV “Let’s see how long you can truly want.”His words were still echoing, but I didn’t hear them. My attention span had never been anything to write home about, but now, with the anoint of arousal spreading through my veins, I wasn't sure anyone would blame me. All I registered was the cold air on my wet, throbbing body, the brutal ache in my core, and the sight of his thick, hard cock standing inches from my face. I'd never seen or felt torture that was this painful and sweet at the same time. It hurt and turned me on that he was in front of me, but still out of my reach. Want? He wanted to see how long I could want?The question wasn't a challenge, it was an invitation. It was him asking me to break, to prove how much his punishment had worked, and I was done being the good girl who only followed orders. He’d pushed me past the brink, and now he was going to pay for it. He wanted to see my want? Fine. He was going to feel it.My begging stopped, and the fear vanished.