All Chapters of Revenge With My Brother’s Best Friend : Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

~CINDY’S POV~My breath snagged in my throat, a rush of fire scorching my cheeks, but I held his gaze. Those dark eyes pulled me into a storm I couldn’t escape.The words hung between us like smoke from a lit fuse—teach me how to own any man in bed—and damn if I knew where they came from.The champagne? The betrayal still burning in my gut from Henry’s venom? Or that secret itch I’d scratched alone in the dark, fantasizing about a man who could shatter me and piece me back together?Anyway, there was no backing out now.My heart hammered, wild and reckless, as his lips curved into a sinful smirk just inches from mine.“What, cat got your tongue already?” he murmured. His voice was a low rasp that vibrated straight through my core.His fingers still lingered on my hand from that knuckle kiss, his thumb stroking my skin in lazy circles that made my pulse jump.I scoffed, rolling my eyes to hide the tremble, but my body betrayed me.A slow burn coiled low in my belly.“Cocky much?” I sho

~CINDY’S POV~God, the threat in his words—the intensity—thrilled me, making my body blaze from the inside out.Without hesitation, my lips parted, taking his thick fingers deep.The taste of his skin, mixed with the faint burn of whiskey, hit my tongue, and a guttural sound tore from my throat.My lashes fluttered as I sucked harder, greedier, hollowing my cheeks just to hear that low, feral groan rumble from his chest.His fingers pressed down, stretching my mouth wider, his other hand gripping my hair, controlling every motion.“Yeah,” he rasped, voice gravelly, eyes dark and burning. “That’s it. You know exactly what I want, don’t you?”His thumb brushed the corner of my mouth, collecting the slick trail of spit that escaped, and smeared it across my lips like a mark of ownership.I sucked hard and desperate, my tongue slapping wet around them sloppily, mimicking the cock I craved so badly.Tears blurred my vision as he pumped slowly, fucking my face with lazy thrusts.His groan r

~DAMIAN’S POV~Cindy—fuck—Peony hummed around me, the vibration shooting fire straight through my veins.Her hand pumped faster, her mouth stretching wide to take more of me.Her mouth worked me like a goddamn dream, sloppy and eager, her eyes locked on mine through those teary lashes.Every bob of her head pulled me closer to the edge.Fuck, the wet heat, the way her throat fluttered around my tip when she gagged… it was torture in the best way.But those jeans still clung to my thighs like a tease, restricting the full show.Time to fix that.“Jeans off, baby,” I ordered, my voice thick as I thrust shallow into her mouth, my balls already drawing up tight.“Yank ’em down and don’t stop sucking on my dick…”She mumbled something around my cock, the sensation shooting straight to my balls, but she obeyed like the good little slut she was becoming.Her fingers fumbled blindly, tugging the denim lower, past my knees.She kicked them free with my help until I sat there butt-ass naked, my

~DAMIAN’S POV~ She planted her hands firm on either side of my head, her nails digging lightly into the leather headrest as she spread her knees wider in the cramped chair. Her thighs flexed hot against mine. She then settled that slick heat right over my cock like she owned the fucking throne. Her breath blasted my face in short, needy bursts. Then she rolled her hips slow, those slippery panties gliding smooth over my shaft. The fabric dragged her swollen lips along every veined inch, the friction teasing her clit against my tip. Pleasure ripped through me like white-hot waves crashing from the base of my spine to the crown of my head. My skull smacked back against the leather rest, eyes slamming shut as a guttural groan clawed its way out of my throat. Shit, she’s off rhythm, but fuck, that scorching pussy heat is frying my brain, making me lose my goddamn mind. I yanked her hair viciously, arching her neck back sharply. She moaned loud, the sound vibrating straight to m

~CINDY’S POV~“Damian!” I screamed, my nails digging into his back, scratching red lines down his skin as he started fucking me for real.Each thrust was powerful, his hips snapping against mine, the glass shaking a little behind me.He held me up easily, like I weighed nothing, his muscles flexing under my hands.The city lights blurred into streaks of gold as pleasure hit me in waves, his cock hitting that sweet spot over and over, making my toes curl.“Fuck, Cindy, you feel like heaven wrapped around my dick,” he rasped, his breath hot on my neck.He nipped at my earlobe, sucking it into his mouth before whispering, “You hear that? The way you’re soaking me, dripping down my balls?”“Please, Damian…” I moaned loudly, my head falling back against the glass.The cool surface chilled my skin while his body heat scorched me from the front.He was everywhere—his hands gripping my ass, spreading me open wider so he could drive deeper, his mouth trailing wet, open-mouthed kisses down my t