All Chapters of SUBMISSIVE TO MY BROTHER'S BEST FRIEND : Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

MALCOM'S POVMy hands flew up to stop her… but they just froze halfway.What the hell was wrong with me? Because the second her mouth stayed on mine, my lips moved on their own, matching her pace like I’d been waiting for this moment without knowing it.I didn’t want it to stop. God help me. I didn’t want it to stop. But—dammit—this couldn’t happen.“Keisha…” I muttered between kisses, my breath already losing its rhythm. “Your dad—”She didn’t even let me finish. One strong push and my back hit the bed. I had no idea when we’d moved from the door to the bed. It all blurred. Just her touch alone, the heat, the rush. Everything made my senses twist.And then her towel slipped. Actually, she made it slip. And just like that, my heart fell straight through my chest too.I went still, staring like an idiot as she climbed over me, her eyes locked on mine like she already knew I’d lost the self-control battle.She was beautiful. Damn too beautiful. And this was Keisha.This was Aaron’s only

OWAIN LUTHER“I’ve managed to get the gifts and some of the girls to a safe place,” Nalin said, her voice still a little shaky. “But we won’t last long. Especially now that Smart isn’t here.”I dragged a rough hand through my hair, every nerve in my body tightening like a wire. My palm came up to cover my mouth as I exhaled sharply.“Listen, Nalin,” I said, steadying my voice. “You’re going to speak with Sarai. She’s one of my trusted—”“I don’t think she’s someone we can trust anymore, boss.”My entire body went still. “What do you mean?” I asked slowly.“Phong told Smart everything she did when you were away,” she continued. “Didn’t you know? Nothing has been the same since you left. And… I’m afraid we’ve already lost half of her big clients.”“What?!”The word tore out of me. My chest dropped, twisted, and flipped.What the hell was she talking about?Collins hadn’t mentioned anything about losing clients.Why was I just hearing this now?My thoughts scattered like broken glass.“A

KARIMA HEARTI knew the moment Owain slipped into that version of himself, the one he calls himself Ghost—nothing good ever comes out of it.That Ghost part of him wasn’t passion. It wasn’t even mystery. It was pure destruction.And this? This was a level I’d never seen. Terrifying… in a way that made my pulse stutter against my ribs.Walking out? Yeah, I doubted I could even take one step toward the door without him dragging me right back.My eyes tore away from his and drifted past his shoulder as I took in the room properly.Or, let's say… prison. Because there was no way this place counted as a normal room. The red light made everything look dangerous, like the walls were breathing.“Where is this place, Owain—”I didn’t even get the whole sentence out before his index finger pressed against my lips.“Listen,” he said quiet, low, and cold, “I’m gonna repeat this one last time.”That voice… God. I’d only heard him use it once in my life, and I had prayed I’d never hear it again on

KARIMA HEARTHe climbed onto the bed slowly, deliberate, like a predator taking his time. His eyes had darkened into something that spelled pure ruin, and if I had even a drop of strength left, I would’ve run. Well, that’s even if my body exactly wanted that... But, whichever way, he was already above me.His hand slid around my waist firmly, and pushed me upward until my head touched the headboard.I gasped, just a little, but even that soft reaction didn’t move him. The gentle side of him, the part that would’ve checked if he hurt me, was gone. What hovered over me now was the Ghost, the cold, intense, and ruthless one.In seconds he had cuffed my wrists and ankles, leaving me completely exposed, spread open like some offering to a god of sin. My body heated with a mix of fear and wild anticipation.Then he brought out that feather again.My eyes locked on the one place he still refused to show me. His chest was bare, but everything below the belt was still perfectly in place, someho

KARIMA HEARTClass ended in less than thirty minutes, and I had barely stepped outside when a hand shot out and grabbed my arm.I jerked around, and of course. It was the stupid, arrogant jerk himself.Jace. Ellie’s boyfriend.I tried pulling back, twisting my wrist, but he was too damn strong, so I stopped resisting and let him drag me. But trust me, if looks could kill, he’d have been buried already.Who the hell did he think he was to lay a hand on me?The second we reached a quiet corner, he dropped my hand.Sorry... Big mistake.My palm flew before I even decided to swing.It cracked across his face hard enough to turn his head.He snapped back to look at me, rage blazing in his eyes. “What the fuck was that for, Karry?!”That stupid curly hair of his bounced with every angry move.“Excuse me?” I shot back. “You don’t know? You don’t get to touch me and you definitely don’t get to drag me that way.”He scoffed like I was speaking alien language. “Alright, whatever. I’m gonna forge