Breaking His Rules のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 121 - チャプター 130

RAINE’S POVI opened the little duffel bag I’d packed the night before, then double-checked my toothbrush, lip gloss, charger, and the two tops. I was going to Talon’s house. It was his idea to come over after I told him Chloe would keep hovering if we decided to take more fake couple pictures in my penthouse. Talon didn’t want to get roped into one of Chloe’s I-got-my-eyes-on-you moments, so he casually suggested that I come.Just when I was about to do a triple check, Talon texted. I peeked at my screen and saw he was notifying me that he was outside. I zipped up my bag, then stared at my reflection for a second. My light brown hair was tied half up, and the mascara I applied was just enough to make my eyes look less tired. Quite satisfied with my look, I grabbed my bag, swung it over my shoulder, and headed for the door. When I opened it, Talon was leaning against the doorframe in a dark red hoodie and black cargo shorts. His brown hair was a hot mess, his blue eyes as calm as a

CYRIL’S POVThe murmurs that followed after Kyle said those words buzzed like fucking bees around my head, but I didn’t flinch. I sat straight in that damn chair, staring in Diane’s direction. She was looking like someone who just worked a double with her tired eyes. I could see she was trying so damn hard to look put together but that front wasn’t working. Her expression gave her away easily.My eyes moved to Daniel who sat beside her, had his usual calm expression on like he wasn’t the one behind half the shit I’d gone through. My attention shifted to Celia who was now on her feet. She wore that smug, rehearsed lawyer look. I hated it already.“You have to remember,” she started, eyes scanning the room, “the reason we’re here is because Mr. Vale took Zayne away from his legal guardian and parent.”I leaned back in my chair, already bracing myself for the bullshit she was about to spit. “If the court had previously ruled Miss Harken as the legal parent, then surely there was a reas

RAINE’S POVI walked into the penthouse, dragging my feet like I’d just hiked up a mountain. My small bag slipped off my shoulder and hit the floor with a soft thud. I walked into the living room and I saw Tyler and Chloe rearranging the couches like they were prepping for a furniture-themed apocalypse. Chloe spotted me first. Her orange copper locs bounced as she turned, and her brown eyes widened. “Girl! I thought you ran off with your tiny-ass bag and stuff. Where were you?” I shrugged and dropped onto the closest couch with a dramatic sigh. “Emotionally combusting.” Tyler glanced over his shoulder, hazel eyes squinting. “Damn. That bad?” “Mm hmm.” I melted into the cushion and pulled one of the throw blankets over my lap. I was claiming this spot for the rest of the year. “We ordered Thai food,” Chloe said, wiping her hands on her joggers. “And there’s a movie marathon happening whether you like it or not.”“Yeah whatever,” I drawled. Anything to get Talon off my mind. Tyle

RAINE’S POVI woke up with a cramped neck and my mouth tasted like stale popcorn. Gross. Tyler was sprawled on the other end of the couch, while Chloe’s thigh rested on my back. I groaned and pushed her off. "Ughhh, what time is it?" Chloe yawned, sitting up, her copper-orange locs a total mess. "Almost one," Tyler said, checking his phone with a lazy stretch. His hazel eyes blinked at the screen. "Damn, we were really knocked out." “I know, right?” I said, shooting my hands up. “I’m sure I got a lot of calls from that Fabian guy,” Tyler said, hurriedly swiping at his phone, and his eyes lit up immediately. “Who’s Fabian?” I questioned wide-eyed. “None of your business!” Came Tyler’s reply, as he kept scrolling. I noticed the shift in his expression, telling me he was probably regretting saying the namr out loud. I moved in his direction and stopped when I was in front of him. “What?” He asked, looking up. Without warning, I yanked the phone from his grasp and he glared at m

RAINE’S POVCyril's tongue plunged into my mouth, as my bare back met the soft mattress. A few seconds later, his teeth were nipping at my bottom lip almost hard enough to draw blood. I whimpered, my body arching up to meet him as he moved his hardened length against my core. "Fuck, you're so hot for it," he growled against my mouth, his hand sliding down to grip my ass roughly. "I can feel your wet pussy dripping for my cock."I moaned wantonly, my hips rolling against his as I sought more of that delicious friction. Cyril chuckled, his fingers digging into the soft flesh of my bum and he pulled me flush against him. "Beg for it," he commanded. "Beg me to fuck your tight little cunt." "Please, Cyril," I whimpered, my voice trembling with need. "I need your cock. I need you to fill me up and fuck me hard.” I swallowed, “Please!" He grinned darkly, apparently pleased with my response. "Good girl." In one swift motion, his mouth descended on my nipples, sucking and biting the sens