Semua Bab Revenge With My Brother’s Best Friend : Bab 111 - Bab 120

DAMIAN’S POVCindy let out a loud gasp, her hand jerking away from my boner.I watched her eyes bulge like saucers, her plump lips parting in a gasp that made my cock twitch under the thin hospital blanket.She blinked hard, once, twice, her cheeks flooding with that deep crimson blush that always drove me fucking wild.Her breath hitched, chest heaving under that tight white blouse, her full tits straining against the fabric like they were desperate to spill out.My smirk stretched slowly even as my ribs throbbed like a bitch.But fuck the pain, every nerve in my body was screaming for her.“Do it, baby,” I rasped, my voice thick with the ache of missing her pussy for way too damn long.“Miss you so fuckin’ much. Need you wrapped round my cock right now.”She stammered, her voice a breathy whisper that shot straight to my balls.“You… you’re seriously not kidding? Damian, this is insane.”Her gaze dropped to the tent in the blanket, and I saw her thighs press together subtly, like sh

DAMIAN’S POVShe stood, shucking her blouse and bra, her massive breast spilling free; heavy, bouncing, nipples pink and peaked.She shimmed out of her pants and panties, revealing her shaved pussy, lips puffy and glistening with her arousal.“Oooh goooddd…. You’re so beautiful.”Climbing on, she straddled me carefully, her wet heat hovering over my cock.My eyes rolled back from the sheer heat and wetness teasing my tip of my shaft.“Tell me if it hurts,” she breathed, her eyes vulnerable and desperate like she needed this connection as bad as I did.Then she sank down in a slow and torturous motion, her tight, soaking cunt enveloping my cock inch by inch.Fuck, she was drenched, her juices slicking me, hot and slippery. Her walls clenched and wrappec so tight around my girth I could feel every flutter.“Oh god, Mr. Thorne… you’re so big… stretching me so good,” she moaned loud, head thrown back, and tits heaving as she bottomed out.I groaned deep, my hands gripping and squeezing he

DAMIAN’S POV We boarded, and damn, the Verilli jet was pure luxury. The cabin smelled faintly of leather and fresh citrus, cream seats so plush they looked like clouds, polished wood designs gleaming under soft lighting. There was a full bar tucked in the corner, bottles glinting, and a door at the back leading to what I guessed was a private bedroom. Alaric and Vicky were already settled in the forward seats, heads close together, laughing about something on Vicky’s phone. They looked up as we came in, both grinning widely. Vicky jumped up first, enthusiastic. “Oh my God, you two, come here,” she said in her bright accent, pulling Cindy into a tight hug. “Honestly, I’ve missed you so much.” “Miss you too, babes.” She turned to me immediately after, fussing over the bandage peeking from under my shirt, her brows knitting with concern. “How you feeling, yeah? Does it hurt badly? You look a bit pale, darling.” “I’m good, V,” I said with a small chuckle, letting h

DAMIAN’S POV“Daddy, stop!” Cindy screamed, her voice cracking as panic tore through her.“He’s injured. Dad, please, what are you doing?”Leonardo didn’t even look at her.His grip tightened instead.The pressure on my throat increased just enough to make my vision blur at the edges, stars bursting behind my eyes.My ribs screamed in protest, sharp agony lancing through my side where they were already barely holding together.Leonardo didn’t look at her.He flicked his eyes once, a sharp, silent command, and two guards stepped forward immediately, taking her arms in firm but respectful grips.“Dad!” she cried, thrashing against them as they restrained her.“Are you gonna get him killed?!”That finally got his attention.Leonardo turned his head just enough to glance at her over his shoulder, his eyes unreadable.“Don’t… you trust me?” he asked calmly.“I do,

CINDY’S POVWhen consciousness returned, it came slowly, like surfacing from deep water. My head throbbed with a dull, insistent ache that pulsed in time with my heartbeat.The air was cool and quiet, carrying the faint, familiar scent of antiseptic mixed with the distant salt of the sea.Soft light filtered through my closed eyelids, and the gentle, rhythmic rock of the ship reminded me where I was.I opened my eyes gradually, blinking against the dim glow.Monitors beeped softly beside me, steady and reassuring. An IV line tugged lightly at my arm, cool fluid dripping in.“Baby,” Damian’s voice, rough with exhaustion and relief, came from right beside me. “You’re awake.”I turned my head slowly and saw him in the bed pulled close to mine, freshly bandaged, looking worn but so beautifully alive.His hand reached for mine immediately, fingers intertwining with a grip that felt like an anchor.“You scared the shit outta us,” he murmured, his eyes shining as he brought my hand to his l