All Chapters of My Fiance's Brother : Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

CHAPTER 71OLIVIA;As soon as we got to the room — whichever one it was, I didn’t even know — Damon’s hands were already on me. His touch was everywhere, desperate, claiming, trembling with everything he’d held back all evening.The door clicked shut behind us with the nudge of his leg, and before I could even catch my breath, I was pressed against it, his mouth crashing onto mine. The kiss was fire — raw and hungry. It stole the air from my lungs, made my knees weak.I barely realized I’d jumped, my legs wrapping around his waist, instinctively clinging to him as if letting go would break the spell between us. His hands slid under my thighs, strong and sure, holding me up as he kissed me deeper, slower this time — like he wanted to memorize the shape of my lips all over again.He started walking, still kissing me, his lips trailing from my mouth to my jaw, down my neck. I gasped softly when my back hit the edge of the bed. He sat, bringing me down with him, and I found myself straddl

CHAPTER 73He left me aching and wanting, and a whine escaped my lips as I stared at him in horror and disbelief. "No, you're not." His eyes didn't leave mine as he got off the bed fully, standing just at the foot of it. His jaw was clenched, his eyes roaming over my body."Don't torture yourself," I said, "I'm certain the sex would be just as wonderful on our wedding night as it would now."He didn't move. And I was beginning to get frustrated and impatient. I was throbbing so bad, my pussy wet but left cold. I shook my head, and reached bedside me to grab the sheets..."Hands on the headboard." I froze. And my eyes widened. His heated eyes stared between my legs as he hooked his fingers through his, and then rid himself of every clothing blocking my view of his cock.I didn't wait to be told twice. I moved backwards towards the headboard, and then raised my hands above my head to rest on the it. I could take a guess on what he was planning, but I relished in the anticipation runni

Chapter 75He rolled his hips until I could feel the head of his cock. My breath hitched when he pressed deliciously on a tender spot that made my toes instantly curl."Good," Damon growled, as he angled his hips a bit and pulled back. Then he untied me, letting my hands loose from the headboard, wrapped it around his neck. But my pussy walls clenched harder, urging him to come back. He did, but this time, with a brutal thrust that got me squealing, "Damon!"His thrusts became relentless and animalistic. Like he had been waiting for the right time to unleash his inner most desires, like he had been dying to have me for a very long time. I clung to him, gibberish tumbling from my lips as he took me savagely, over and over again, hitting that sweet spot... "Harder," I begged, my nails scratching his skin, but he didn't seem to mind at all. He was grunting, loud sexy moans that made my insides tremble.The bed squeaked under us, the headboard hitting the poor wall with brutal thrust. Ou

DAMON My best man, Jacobs — a friend from back in the day — stood by my side in the beautiful vineyard at the back of the mansion. Countless friends of my Dads and the Fergusons were seated in front of me, all of them whispering among themselves.Their invitations had simply stated that they were jointly invited by the Kingstons and the Fergusons. A union between a Kingston and a Ferguson. Naturally, most people assumed Marcus would be the groom, and that assumption was never corrected.We kept it vague to keep paparazzi far away, but it ended up working in our favor for more than one reason.Music started playing, and the doors swung open. Everything around me faded into nothing as I waited with a heart that was suddenly too heavy, too fast. Had she changed her mind? Surely Olivia wouldn’t throw away everything we’d rebuilt… not after last night… not after everything we confessed to each other.I inhaled sharply when Olivia appeared at the end of the aisle, on a woman's arm, who I a

Damon pulled me into him and kissed me so deeply it stole the air right out of my lungs. His mouth claimed mine with a hunger that had been simmering beneath the surface all day, ever since I walked down the aisle toward him. His hands framed my waist, firm and warm, pulling me closer as though he couldn’t get enough, and honestly… neither could I.His tongue brushed mine, coaxing, deepening the kiss in a way that made my entire body feel weightless. I melted against him, my fingers threading through his hair, holding on because the world suddenly felt too soft to stand on. His kiss was slow at first… then deeper, hotter, and full of everything we hadn't been able to say in front of all those people.He kissed me like he loved me.Like he needed me.Like I belonged to him.And maybe I did.A small helpless sound escaped my lips, and he swallowed it with another kiss—longer, deeper—making my heart hammer against my ribs. His hand slid up my back, guiding me fully against his chest, and