Semua Bab SUBMISSIVE TO MY BROTHER'S BEST FRIEND : Bab 51 - Bab 60

OWAIN LUTHERShe tried twisting her wrist free, but I didn’t let it go. Instead, I pulled her closer, my hand pinned her, pressing her against my chest. Her breath mixed with mine, her face trapped just inches from me. She had no space left to hide again.“Did he try something again? Did he hurt you?” I asked, my voice still steady on the outside, though I was holding back the fury inside.“Y-You’re…” her eyes dropped, lingering on my lips. “You’re too close, Owian,” she whispered, barely a sound.“If you don’t answer me, I’ll make you. You know I can do that, right?”“I don’t want to talk about it… I don’t even want to think about it. Why do you keep pushing?” Her eyes snapped back to mine, and I caught the wet glimmer of tears building there. “Why won’t you just leave me alone?”“You can cry if you want." I whispered, staring deep into her eyes. "... I wouldn’t want you wasting tears on that bastard, but… if that’s what it takes to ease the weight, then do it.”She sniffled once. Th

KARIMA HEARTHe started going slower, the sound of skin to skin echoing through the room, his hand sliding up to my breast again, pressing harder than the last.I could feel the rush of adrenaline, I knew I was just this close and—just like he noticed—he pulled out, standing quickly to his feet.My knees almost buckled from kneeling for so long, from the pressing, from everything.He didn’t say a word. He just grabbed me by the arm, like a teacher hauling a toddler off to the disciplinary office. Only this wasn’t discipline. Maybe it was punishment. A sweet, wicked punishment.Jesus, Karima. You’re really out of your mind at this rate.He propped my leg on the seat beside the dresser, holding me in place, and the whole time he never let my eyes stray from his. My chest beat ten times faster, like I’d just been handed a death sentence.Just calm down, Karima. You won’t die. Definitely, you won’t. Let’s just pretend my brain was exaggerating things now… even though I knew damn well it w

KARIMA HEARTHis gaze didn’t move from mine, just stayed locked with this unreadable look before he finally spoke.“I don’t have to spell it out, do I?”What the hell was his problem? Couldn’t he at least say something directly for once? He just loved making me guess, and it was damn killing me.I know he didn’t have to spell it out, but it would be safer if he did. If a guy said that, it could mean anything—especially coming from Owain. Unless he said it plainly, I couldn’t just fill in the gaps myself.“Can you just say it? Is it that hard to tell a girl she’s your girlfriend?” I shot back.He scoffed, a cornered smile tugging at his lips.“I thought you lost whatever strength you had left to argue a while ago. Does that mean we can go one more round?” he teased.“Stop it. It’s not funny.”“But it is,” he smirked. “If you think I’m gonna do those things, like buy you a red rose, spread a banner across the wall, and ask you to be my girlfriend, then I'm sorry. I don’t do those things

KARIMA HEARTIt took me a good five minutes just to decide if I even wanted to step inside Malcom’s room, and that’s not counting the extra minutes I wasted clutching the hem of my shirt, running my fingers through my hair like I was about to give a class presentation. The worst part? Every time I took one step forward, I ended up pulling back again. Until the door swung open.My head shot up. Malcom stood there, his duffel bag in one hand. The one he only ever carried out for formal work events, those boring retreats with less-fun games.I froze, staring at him. My throat burned to let out the words I’d been rehearsing over and over, but looking him in the eye — up close — every damn single one of them vanished.Honestly, I could really handle every other side of Malcom: his temper, his lectures, even his cold silence sometimes. But this? This version of him? It rattled me to my bones. He didn’t say a word. No sharp questions thrown at me. Not even dragging my ears playfully the way

KARIMA HEARTI was the first to escape into my room. Just one night... that’s all. We’d survive it. We’ve already stayed under the same roof for more than a week, so how different could it be?Oh, God!… I dragged a hand through my hair and dropped onto the bed, my chin up, staring at the ceiling... But this is different this time. There's no damn hiding place. No doors to shut between us. We’d all be stuck together, maybe faking smiles, forcing empty conversations... and on top of that, Pastor Aaron, Keisha’s father, was one of those relentless religious fanatics.Should I just take back my words?I pressed my palm over my face, trying to shut it all out... then I froze. I hadn’t even realized someone had slipped in until I felt it. A hand grazing up my lap down under my shirt.I knew that touch.Owain.I shot up like I’d been struck by lightning. My glare locked with his, hard, but then faltered when his face inched closer, too damn close. My breath hitched."Owain?" My voice came ou