All Chapters of A night with my ex-husband’s step brother : Chapter 141 - Chapter 150

Lyra's POV From time to time, I'd been told that I was audacious, but I wouldn't say I'd totally belived it, not up until this moment at least. Even though I might have forgotten the people who'd made those comments, I wasn't sure I was ever going to forget what the hell had just gone down here. Xavier wouldn't even let me live it down, even if I tried. The words hung in the air, minutes after they'd slid past my lips, and for a minute, I actually couldn't almost believe that I'd said that. Only a little while ago, I was scared shitless that someone was going to walk in on us, and now, I was suggesting that we continued in his room. Heck, there was a silver of doubt in my mind that I was hallucinating, until Xavier acted that is.The moment the words left my mouth, the air in the corridor seemed to ignite all over again. The low growl he let out in response was all the answer I needed. He kept one hand firmly wrapped around my waist, keeping my dress bunched up, while the other

Lyra’s POV The morning light came slow and soft, slipping through the cracks in the curtains and spilling over the tangled sheets. As I blinked my eyes open, it felt like I'd gotten front row tickets to a light show I had no idea signing up for. It was beautiful though, and for that, I found myself admiring it more than I liked. The air still smelled faintly of smoke, sweat, and sex. There was a hint of something else, something darker, something that belonged entirely to him.I allowed a couple of seconds to myself, before I took in my immediate surroundings. I knew Xavier’s room pretty well, but there was something different about it this time. Maybe it had to do with the fact that he'd fucked me mercilessly, I wasn't sure, but I sure as hell wasn't complaining.My eyes drifted down to my body, and the sight I saw almost made me chuckle. Almost. Xavier’s arm was draped over my waist, heavy and possessive, his body molded against mine. The rise and fall of his chest brushed my

Xavier’s POV The fire in the hearth had long since died, but the scent of smoke still clung to the room. While others might find the smell slightly offensive, I seemed to revel in it. Sniffing it made me feel in control in some way, and despite how hard I was trying to not fixate my thoughts on her, my mind always found a tiny way to bring her back into the conversation. Lyra. I wasn't a mind reader, but I just knew for a fact that she was going to laugh, or probably call me some kind of weird name for liking stuff like that. I pushed the memory out of my mind as I sat on the edge of the bed, the same one she’d just walked out of hours ago, staring at the place where her body had been. The sheets still smelled like her soft, warm, and maddening. If I didn't have any bit of self control or respect left for the both of us, then best believe that I wouldn't mind dry humping the sheets till I came over and over again. Hell, I didn't even need to think that far or do too much. Gods

Lyra's POV The gown they’d chosen for me felt more like armor than silk, but in a twisted torn of events, I actually found myself liking it. The dressshimmered in shades of pale gold and white. It was regal to say the least, and the word perfect could easily pass as an insult to how every stitch has obviously meant to make me look like I belonged to him. The maids moved around me in silence, pinning, smoothing, fixing, and I let them, even as my throat grew tighter with every brush of fabric.They called it a ceremony of unity, while I called it surrender, wrapped in lace and pretty colors. “Hold still, my lady,” one of the younger maids murmured as she fastened the final clasp at my back. “His Grace wants everything perfect.”Of course he did. He always did. In a way, I felt proud, because I felt like a bride walking down the aisle all over again. Maybe if the threats surrounding this ceremony weren't that obvious, maybe I would have enjoyed it more. When they stepped away, I c

Lyra's POV The world disappeared the moment my lips pressed against his. My kiss wasn't a choice; it was the final acceptance of his terms, and adesperate acknowledgment that this was the only currency he truly valued. My life, my freedom, and the lives of those traitors I’d saved, it all came down to this. To me, right here.I told myself that I was only kissing him out of a twisted sense of duty, but I knew that was a lie. My body was already selling me out before I had the time to think otherwise. Goosebumps raced down my spine as he deepened the kiss. He took in my bottom lip in between his teeth, before biting down and sucking like his life depended on it. Xavier didn't hesitate one bit. He took my surrender with a raw, consuming hunger that left no room for the gentle illusions of the room. He stumbled closer, his hands pushing the crystal wine glasses aside, their delicate clinking lost as his arms locked around me. In the blink of an eye, he reversed our positions instan