Lahat ng Kabanata ng My Fiance's Brother : Kabanata 41 - Kabanata 50

Chapter 41“Don’t you think it’s rude to come in here without so much as a knock?” Her voice was low, but there was an edge to it.I forced my gaze to meet hers, finding my voice. “Are you upset with me?”“Do I have a reason to be upset with you?”“No.” I shook my head. “But—”“What are you here for, Marcus?” she asked again, cutting me off, her gaze pinned on me from the mirror.Why was I here? I had never had a reason to come into her room before, so she was definitely upset about something.My palms itched to touch her, but I clenched them tightly. “I wanted to talk to you,” I said in the most composed voice I could muster, which was barely above a whisper. “You seem upset.”Slowly, she turned, staring me square in the eyes. Fuck! It was taking a whole lot not to touch her, not to feel her… what the fuck was wrong with me now? Was it because I had a taste of her again in the hospital room?“What do you want, Marcus?” she asked pointedly.What did I want? What did I even want?She t

Chapter 43.My cock is buried deep inside her now as I take her harshly, holding her tight against me. Objects clattered on the floor with he force of my thrusts, our moments, and I carried her, still inside her towards her bed.I don't know how, but in a fleeting second, I was sitting up on the bed with a smug looking Kim above me."I wanna ride you," she said breathlessly. Her knees pressed into the mattress, one on either side of my thighs, her body sliding down onto me slowly.She settled her weight, ass snug against me, her pussy swallowing me whole.Her palms flattened against my chest for balance, fingers splayed, nails scraping lightly across my skin as she adjusted her rhythm.“Fuck…” I groaned, watching her through hooded eyes.She gave a testing roll of her hips, grinding forward until I felt her clit brush against the base of my cock, then rocking back again. The movement dragged me deeper inside her, pulling a shiver out of both of us.Her hair, my favorite part of her, f

Chapter 45The memories of that day slammed into me. Three years ago, I lost my best pal. Jason. Layla’s brother. He’s the reason I still had her in my corner. He’s the reason I took it upon myself to make sure she was well taken care of, even when I wanted nothing to do with that part of my life.I still blamed myself for his death.He wasn’t supposed to be there that night. The meeting was set at one of my clubs—a negotiation I thought would go smoothly. I had my men in place. Everything was lined up. Then Jason showed up. Just walked in like it was nothing. He was only there because he had been looking for me, probably to make sure I wasn’t getting myself into trouble again, or to drag me home before I buried myself deeper in shit I couldn’t crawl out of.But the men across the table didn’t know Jason. They didn’t care who he was. One wrong move, one tense exchange, and suddenly guns were out. My world—the one I swore I would never let touch him—swallowed him whole in a matter of s

Chapter 47 Damon; "What the fuck do you think you're doing!?" A red-faced, wide-eyed Marcus yelled at me as he scrambled off the bed. I'd been standing here for a full minute, trying to grasp the intensity of what I was actually seeing. Was I surprised? Not really. Disgusted? Absolutely. My eyes trailed over to stepsister Kimberly under the sheets. If looks could kill, I’d be six feet under right now. But that was her fucking problem, not mine. In a split second, Marcus was on me, shoving my shoulder as he pushed me out the door. "Are you fucking insane!?" he yelled again, slamming it shut behind us. I shoved his hands off me, my jaw tightening. He was practically radiating with rage. The corner of my lips pulled up into a amused smirk, “Well, that was intense. Its not very often I get to see my brother fucking his stepsister.” He almost exploded again, his eyes wide, chest heaving, fists clenched. "It semed like a first in many years, if I wasn’t wrong." He m

CHAPTER 48OliviaI tried to be as excited as I could as I walked up to Grams’ front door. It was Zoey's birthday, and as much as I couldn't get everything that had happened in the last few hours out of my head, I didn't let anything disrupt her day.The wedding was almost here—the event we’d been planning for a while now—and honestly, I felt I was okay while we were in the “preparation” stage. But right now, with the five-day interval Marcus brought up, I felt like I couldn’t breathe.The betrayed look on Damon’s face filtered through my mind again, and my throat clogged.I wanted him. I wanted him so much that I was beginning to doubt myself. The few minutes in that gym room made me feel like a villain when I was supposed to be the victim here.But something else kept nagging at my subconscious—the night at the club. I could agree to the fact that I had a really good time. Letting loose once in so long I couldn’t even recall. I had been tipsy, but not completely out of my mind. I wa